Author's Notes:

These next set of chapters are derived from another stand alone story I only had published for a short time. Unfortunately I needed to take it down and have it edited to comply with FIMFiction story publishing guidelines. I decided to break up the story into sections and make those sections chapters in a larger narrative. The text for these chapters has been edited, like the first chapter, such that the characters are ponies and no longer anthro. Also various other edits have been made to the text. These chapters are written in what I hope is a more "conversation heavy" style so might read a bit different from the first chapter. They are also based loosely on what I remember of a non-pony diaper story I read years ago.

*** 3 years before chapter one***

Nine-year-old Scootaloo lay on her stomach atop one of the living room’s large soft cushions reading a comic book, one of the new issues from the Three Worlds series. One hoof is holding the comic book open while the other is under herself pressing against her crotch.

Rarity enjoys seeing the filly’s little round butt in the pair of tight denim overalls Scootaloo is wearing. Though it’s an unusual thing for a filly or even an adult to wear anything at all, Rarity likes to see the fillies she sometimes babysits in cute clothing. Perhaps that way they will grow up to enjoy it just like she does.

Rarity walks by keeping an eye on Scootaloo knowing that the young filly has to pee but is holding it in.

“Why don’t you go outside and play Scoots, it’s such a nice summer day. Every day you spent here over the winter you wanted to be able to go out as I recall.” She says.

Scootaloo turns around and looks at Rarity but without moving her hoof from her crotch.

“Yes, go out and get some exercise, it’ll be good for you.” Rarity continues.

“Okay… I’ll go,” replied Scootaloo as she stood up, knowing that once her babysitter has made up her mind on this sort of thing she won’t be persuaded otherwise. She proceedes toward the back door at the rear of the kitchen but is stopped halfway by Rarity who kisses her forehead and hugs her tightly.

“Love you.” Is all Rarity says giving Scootaloo a quick rub on her butt.

Though being forced from her comic, Scootaloo’s mood is good enough that she trotted to the door on her way out to the backyard and continued trotting over to the swing set. She decided on the middle of the three swings, a place she usually doesn’t get when Sweetie Belle is home, and begins swinging gently, feeling more relaxed and content than hyperactive. Lost in her gentle motions she watches birds fly about overhead and listenes to the leaves rustling in the trees.

Despite these distractions, after a while her need to go to the bathroom and pee becomes too strong to simply ignore any longer. She stops her swinging and looks down at her crotch wondering what to do.

“Jeez, I have to go pee, but I just got out here. And I’d like to keep on swinging… so I’ll just try to hold it some more,” Scootaloo says to herself.

Though after a bit more swinging, Scootaloo took notice of her model carts and wagons in their sandbox and decided to play with thoes instead, having quickly lost interest in the swing set as something new caught her attention in the way of most foals. She hoped off the swing and walked over to them, feeling her full bladder the whole way. Getting down on her butt she moldes the damp sand of the sandbox in front of her into miniaturized, if rather imperfect, replicas of various roads and building from nearby Ponyville, or from what she could recall of her trip to Canterlot the year before. She uses this cityscape as a place for her imagination and her toy carts to run wild.

After a few minutes, her body again tells her it wants, no- needs,
to pee.

So she again lookes down at her crotch and thinks to herself; “Why do I always have to stop playing just to go inside to pee. What would happen if I just keep playing and didn’t go back inside? I bet I’d wet my pants? Would that really be so bad? Would I get in trouble?”

Scootaloo’s not to sure of the answers to her questions without actually trying anything and turns back to her sand and model cart city, not ready for any commitments.

A few more minutes pass, and Scootaloo’s body continues signaling her it is time to pee with ever increasing force. She obstinately ignores the message and continues playing. Even more minutes pass, and this time her body, now quite fed up with an overfull bladder, starts releasing urine. Of course, it had no place to go but into Scootaloo’s overalls. She feels the wet warmth as her pee as it began to moisten her crotch. She sat up and looked down at her crotch, watching it get wetter and warmer.

Scootaloo’s rather surprised with herself, she’s doing it alright; she’s wetting her pants!

Her peeing rate increases as whatever pressure she had left to hold it in is relaxed. The front of her light blue overalls is shining with wet pee as Scootaloo continued to watch herself wet them. The overalls, quickly soaked with urine, began dripping onto the grass and down her back legs. Scootaloo just stays there on her butt, and watches herself as she wet her pants.

She likes it.

She liked that she is still playing outside and didn’t bother to stop and use the bathroom at all. As her bladder emptied itself, the flowing pee finally stopped and she sighs.

“Good, no more having to go to the bathroom! I can just stay outside.” So she did just that and kept right on playing.

After a good half hour of building roads, bridges, houses, and even attempting a castle on a mountainside for her toys to interact with, she realized that she is becoming somewhat thirsty. She finally got up, now having a better reason to return to the house.

“Hey Rarity, I’m thirsty. Can I have some water, please?” asks Scootaloo as she came walking back into the kitchen.

She sees Rarity at the kitchen table, reading something, another magazine probably. Rarity looked up at Scootaloo and immediately notices the color of her shorts. The crotch area, all the way to the hem, is much darker than the denim on the sides. She knows what happened and decides Scootaloo should at least explain herself. Rarity decided also that she will do what she can to get Scootaloo to wet herself even more.

“Okay Scoots, you can get some water. Pour a glass from one of the jugs in the cellar, I just filtered some more from the rain barrel. Then come on back over here.” Replied Rarity.

The filly in her wet overalls walks down the creaky old steps to the cool cellar under the house with clean glass held in a curled wing and pours a glass of water, careful not to break the heavy ceramic jug in the process. Returning up the steps, she walks to Rarity’s side sipping at it all the while.

Rarity waits patiently as she finishes off half of the glass and eventually sets it down on the table.

“Goodness, you sure are thirsty alright. You must have actually played pretty hard to get that way in under an hour.”

“I sure did! It was really fun, now I just want to go back and play some more.” Says Scootaloo.

‘I was right; it was a good thing for her to get out on a day like this.’ Rarity thinks to herself.

“Well, before you go back, please explain yourself,” says Rarity.

“What do you mean? I was playing a lot and got thirsty,” replies Scootaloo.

“And you were having so much fun that you forgot to come in and use the bathroom?” Asks Rarity, the corners of her mouth threatening to twitch up in a smile.

Scootaloo suddenly realizes what Rarity is talking about. She looks down at her overalls and sees the large wet area covering their front, clear evidence that she wet them.

“Oh, this…” she says still looking at her wet pants. She looks up at Rarity with a fillyish grin and a smile.

“Yes, Scootaloo, those,” says Rarity pointing a hoof at her wet shorts.

“So, what happened?”

“I told you, I was playing a lot,” said Scootaloo.

“And what happened then?” askes Rarity.

She was now definitely smiling to herself, at least on the inside, thinking about this filly she is looking after this week and how wrapped up in her own world she could get. Though since Scootaloo hadn’t played this much and ended up with wet pants before Rarity couldn’t help become curious to find out what was so different about this time to result in the peed in overalls.

“Oh, well, I was just having such a good time playing that I didn’t want to stop and come it to use the bathroom,” Scootaloo said in reply.

“So you knew that you had to go then?” asked Rarity.

“Yeah,” replied Scootaloo with a slight blush and a sheepish look at the floor.

“Well then, what happened?”

Scootaloo looked back up to Rarity.

“Well, I just kept holding it in and it finally started to come out. I felt it coming out and then looked down and saw that I was going pee. So, I guess I was wetting my pants and when I was all done, I went back to playing until I got thirsty.”

“I see, so you wanted to keep playing, knowing that you had to go to the bathroom and decided to wet your pants instead, is that about right?” asked Rarity.

Still looking at Rarity, Scootaloo replied, “Yeah, that’s about it, I decided to wet my pants instead of having to stop playing.”

“And you are okay with that?” asked Rarity.

“Yes Rarity, I’m fine. I didn’t mind it at all,” said Scootaloo.

“Even if fillies your age usually go to the bathroom and not in their pants when they feel the need to go?” Rarity asked.

“Well, I suppose so; I just didn’t want to stop and come in. I knew what I was doing and that I might get in trouble for going in my pants, but… I just wanted to, I guess,” replied Scootaloo, looking like she expected to be reprimanded.

“I see. Well, you’re not in any trouble, I just want to understand why you decided to wet your pants. Do you think you might do so again? asked Rarity.

“Well, not if I get into trouble, that’s for sure,” replied Scootaloo.

“So if you do get into trouble then maybe you won’t, is that right?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know Rarity. I definitely don’t want to get into trouble, but I might not want to stop playing and I might end up wetting my pants again.” Said Scootaloo.

“I see; well, you’ll not be in trouble if you end up wetting your pants again. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that I’ll take care of you no matter what happens, wet pants and all. We’ll just see how things go from here on, okay?” said Rarity.

“Thanks Rarity, I love you!” Scootaloo smiles and hugs Rarity before going back outside to continue playing, having never bothered to take off her still quite damp overalls.

Rarity watches Scootaloo go back outside and smiles to herself. She’s sure that within the next week, if not sooner, she’ll wet her pants again. She’s not quite sure she understands why, just that Scootaloo was so sure of herself when discussing her actions that she’ll do it again. She’s apparently not even bothered by wearing her pee-wet clothes. Rarity begins to think of how she’ll respond and what she’ll do when it does happen again.

Scootaloo plays some more that afternoon without another pants-wetting incident. She comes into the house after a few hours to use the bathroom and change out of her overalls. Rarity smiles at her each time she comes in and she simply smiles back. It’s as if they both know what the other is thinking, and are just waiting for the next move in this chess game of sorts.

The same scenario plays out over the next three days. Causing Rarity to rethink her previous conclusion that Scootaloo would wet herself again within a week. Maybe it was just a one-time occurrence? Meanwhile, just in case, she acquires a few items from her boutique that might perhaps become useful to Scootaloo if she decides to continue to wet herself more.

Only time will tell.

Scootaloo thinks about what she did when she stayed outside to play and ended up wetting her overalls every time she goes to the bathroom. As she watches her urine stream flow into the toilet, she remembers how she felt when it was going into her pants. Each time she urinates she thinks about wetting herself again, but is not sure how Rarity will react.

Rarity said she wouldn’t be in trouble if she did wet herself again, but Scootaloo’s doubts linger.

She admits to herself that she really did like doing it, even though she knew she shouldn’t. The excitement of doing it anyway itself is what excited her she finally realizes.

After eating a good breakfast, Scootaloo goes to read another comic book she’s been looking forward too. Today Rarity’s dressed her in only a pair of faded denim short shorts, a size too small, but oddly more enjoyable to wear because of that.

Lying on a cushion and again with a hoof to her crotch, Scootaloo got back to reading. Rarity kept an eye on Scootaloo throughout the process. She’s done this same routine over the past few days, but today, she seems somehow different, quieter and withdrawn but subtly so. She hopes that Scootaloo is alright and wonders what is on her mind. Is she thinking of doing it again? Rarity wonders to herself.

After an hour of reading and several more comic books, Scootaloo gets up and goes into the kitchen where she finds Rarity. She walks up to her and gives her a hug.

“Thank you honey,” Rarity says.

“Are you okay, you seem quiet this morning?”

“Yeah, I’m okay Rarity, just thinking. I’m going outside to play. I’ll be back in a while.” Responds Scootaloo.

“Well okay then, you have a good time outside.”

Scootaloo hugs Rarity again and runs back out to the yard. Rarity watches for a minute before going to find her earlier purchases for Scootaloo, just to be prepared. She’s sure that Scootaloo will be wetting her pants today and she’ll be ready for her when she returns.

Outside, Scootaloo goes swinging again, a favorite activity for her. As she builds momentum her bladder signals her that it’s getting full. She’ll need to pee soon but she smiles and keeps on swinging.

“I wonder if I can pee while swinging,” Scootaloo wonders to herself.

It is as if she’s already decided she’s going to wet this morning, the only task left is to just figure out where.

“I’m going to do it.”

“I’m going to wet my pants…” Scootaloo says to the otherwise empty yard.

As she swings she looks at her crotch, relaxes herself, and waits. She feels nothing coming out, and so decides just to keep swinging and see what happens.

After a few minutes the urge from her bladder signaling its need to empty itself returns. She decided not to fight it and tried her best to stay relaxed even though she began to feel excited by the prospect of wetting her jeans. She kept swinging and tried pushing her urine out a bit. Finally, her body began to respond and as she watched her crotch, a wet mark began to appear. Scootaloo’s excitement increased as she began to feel her urine travel down her penis and into her tight jeans shorts.

‘The feeling really is nice’; she thinks to herself.

She pushes more and the mark grows larger. She watches as urine enters her shorts and spreads out, darkening the otherwise light blue fabric.

She slows down her swinging and finally comes to a stop, watching the wet mark grow larger as she continues to pee into her shorts.

“Yes, I’m doing it, I’m wetting my pants!” She says out loud.

Scootaloo’s bladder is now in full discharge and her shorts tell the story. Her urine is covering the front of her shorts, flowing underneath her to soak into her butt, and begins to stream down her legs, eventually dripping down onto the lawn as the flow continues. She feels excited and happy with what she’s doing in her shorts.

As her bladder empties, Scootaloo starts up swinging again; this time with even greater intensity. Excitement flowing through her body, she’s very happy with herself and her wet pants.

Rarity has been watching Scootaloo this entire time and smiles. She can tell Scootaloo is happy with herself and her wetting. She knows what to do when Scootaloo comes back inside, though she still doesn’t understand quite why Scootaloo has done this again but she knows that Scootaloo is happy with herself and that is more important.

Scootaloo stops swinging and goes over to the patio and begins playing with her wagon and the large wooden blocks her dad cut and sanded for her that she had brought over for her stay in Rarity’s house. She keeps looking down at her wet jeans; she’s intrigued by them and how they feel. After about an hour more outside Scootaloo gets tired and decides to come back into the house. She smiles at Rarity as their eyes meet in the kitchen.

“Hi Rarity,” says Scootaloo.

“Hi there yourself, having a good time outside?” Rarity asks.

“Yes, a great time. I’m tired though,” replies Scootaloo as she walks to the pantry for something to eat.

“Well good for you,” replies Rarity as she reaches out a leg to Scootaloo.

Scootaloo walks to her and she gives Scootaloo a hug. She then kisses her forehead.

“Feeling better now?” asks Rarity as Scootaloo munches on a kiwi fruit.

Scootaloo looks into her eyes and smiles.

“Yes Rarity, I feel much better!”.

“And why is that?” asks Rarity, with an eyebrow raised.

Scootaloo looks at her sheepishly, knowing what that expression is referring to.

“Because I wet my pants.”

“Well, if that’s how you feel, and you are so okay with wetting your pants, then I think it’s okay to let you wear something more appropriate to your desires. In this case that means diapers I think.”

“Come with me to the bathroom,” says Rarity as she stands up and presses a hoof to Scootaloo’s behind, leading her towards the back of the house.

Scootaloo says nothing and follows Rarity, she’s not sure of what to feel now. ‘Diapers? Where had that idea come from?’ She wonders.

In the bathroom, Rarity has Scootaloo remove her tight shorts, which have by now partially dried out. Rarity can’t help glancing down to see how the still wet, thin fabric of Scootaloo’s tight panties molds itself over her penis, which seems to grow more erect as its exposed to the cool air, and the hairless, smooth pussy below it. Rarity smiles at how cute both organs are. After Scootaloo removes her panties as well Rarity has her place everything on the edge of the bath tub.

“I’ll get those wet clothes cleaned after I take care of you first,” she says.

She gets a washcloth and gets it wet with warm water, and proceeds to wipe Scootaloo’s crotch and butt, getting them all clean from her urine.

“Now let’s get you dressed so you can go back out and continue playing, I want you to be outdoors as much as possible on days as nice as this one. Only this time without having to wet your pants. You can pee in your diaper and still keep playing. Only you and I will know that you have a diaper on because only you and I know that you like to wet your pants. Does that sound okay Scootaloo?” asks Rarity.

Scootaloo looks up at Rarity with a young filly’s smile.

“Yeah that sounds good.”

At her Rarity’s instruction, she races out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, where she jumps onto her bed; showing off her cute butt to Rarity as she leaves the bathroom.

Rarity smiled to herself.

“Well, diapers it is for that filly. She’s obviously not bothered at all by the prospect of wearing them. If she’s okay with them, then so am I.”

She finds Scootaloo on her bed, hooves touching herself, and in a very good mood. She goes to her closet and takes out the diapers she recently purchased for this occasion. Walking back over to Scootaloo. She looks down at her seeing that she’s again anxious to get back outside, and to probably play with herself.

“Okay my little filly, any filly that has that much fun playing and ends up wetting her pants needs a diaper, and that's what I plan to give you. Now lift that cute bottom of yours so I can diaper you,” says Rarity.

Scootaloo eagerly complies and Rarity quickly places the diaper beneath her butt.

I’ll have you diapered and back outside in no time,” says Rarity.

After sprinkling a little powder on her crotch and rubbing it in, she brings up the thick disposable diaper between Scootaloo’s legs where she snuggly fits it on Scootaloo and tightly fastens the tabs. She then shakes open a pair of clear pink plastic panties and places Scootaloo’s back legs through them and pulls the plastic panties up to her diaper. Scootaloo lifts her butt up so Rarity can bring the panties up over the diaper. Rarity then goes over to her dresser and gets a pair of denim overalls, and returns to put them on Scootaloo. Scootaloo stands up and Rarity adjusts the plastic panties to completely cover the diaper. She then has Scootaloo step into her overalls as she brings them up to her waist and pulls the straps over Scootaloo’s bare shoulders.

“There you go, my little filly, all freshly diapered,” says Rarity.

“Thanks Rarity, you’re the coolest. You didn’t even get mad at me or spank me ‘cause I wet my pants, you just put me in a diaper.” Scootaloo says looking up and smiling.

Rarity leans down and kisses Scootaloo on top of her head

“You’re welcome Scoots, I told you that you would not be in trouble if you wet yourself again. I think that diapers are what you need right now so that is why I got you some. You may use them as your toilet as this seems to be what you want. I’ll change you if you really need it. Now go out and play away,” she says as she gently swats Scootaloo’s diapered butt as Scootaloo races away.