Fluttershy giggled and pranced around on the layer of cloud beneath her hooves. The sun hovered in the sky, casting orange light through the windows and setting aflame the field of clouds which the room was composed of. Fluttershy stopped to gaze at the seas of reds and oranges and yellows. After a few moments, she continued hopping on the clouds, bouncing up and down. The clouds were so soft and springy and she knew that even if she fell the clouds wouldn't hurt. She flapped her wings and hopped into the air.

For a few seconds, she held herself aloft between the ceiling and the floor. She grunted as her wings strained and she fell right onto her belly with a hard flop. The clouds popped around her and her tummy grazed the hard cloudstone underneath. A yelp escaped her lips and her eyes were blinded by tears. She sniffled, trying to contain them, trying to be a big filly and not burst into tears like she so very much wanted to.

But that cloudstone hurt! She sniffled and whimpered until Mommy rushed into the room. "Fluttershy! What happened? Oh, you poor darling!"

Mommy rushed to Fluttershy and swept her into her white forelegs. Fluttershy pressed her muzzle into Mommy's neck and cried, strands of Mommy's purple mane tickling her neck. Finally, her sniffles settled down. Mommy set Fluttershy down and kissed her forehead. "There, there, Darling. It's alright."

Fluttershy hugged the older mare and received a hug in turn. "Why don't we get you into the bath? It's almost bedtime."

Fluttershy smiled. Unlike a lot of fillies, she loved bath time. Mommy guided her into the bathroom, a foreleg over her withers. Outside, the sun sank lower and lower. Fluttershy yawned as Mommy opened the door to the bathroom. A large, white, ceramic tub held up on bronze lion's claws dominated the small room. Mommy turned a knob with her magic and warm water flowed into the faucet. Steam lifted up from the waters and filled the room. Mommy ushered her into the water which rolled around her, soothing her muscles.

The long, pink strands of her mane floated in the current. Mommy wrapped a bar of soap around a towel, dipping it into the water. First, Mommy drew the cloth along Fluttershy's tummy, long, slow caresses. The washcloth traveled over her forelegs and her shoulders, her back and up her neck, leaving a trail of suds. Mommy scrubbed the cloth against her fur before picking up another washcloth and cleaning the soap away.

Fluttershy giggled at the touch of the washcloth against her hooves and drew back. Mommy tickled her belly. "Come now, Darling. I must wash those little hooves of yours."

"Okay, Mommy."

Mommy worked the washcloth into Fluttershy's hooves and drew it down her backlegs and lower regions. Fluttershy completely relaxed into the now soapy water. Mommy picked up a bottle of shampoo, worked the red substance into her own hooves and then worked it into Fluttershy's mane. Fluttershy sighed in utter contentment as Mommy ran her hooves through Fluttershy's locks.

Once the bath was over, Mommy helped her out of the tub and wrapped a blue towel around her. She sat down on the toilet and held the filly in her lap, wrapping a blue towel around her. Fluttershy giggled as Mommy scrubbed her with the towel.

Once that was done, Mommy led Fluttershy to her room and set her down on the soft, pink sheets. Mommy opened the brown chest-of-drawers leaning against the wall of the room and pulled out a pair of pink onesies. She also pulled out a pack of diapers. She laid both on the bed.

Fluttershy pouted and dived under the covers. Mommy rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. "Really, Darling, must you?"

Fluttershy drummed her hooves, making waves on the bed. Mommy pulled back the sheets. Fluttershy crossed her forelegs and jutted her lips out in a pout. "No diapers."

Mommy frowned. "Are you quite sure, Darling? I know you haven't wet the bed in a while, but..."

She drummed her forelegs and her backlegs. "No diapers!"

Mommy grabbed her back legs, lifted them up and smacked her rump. "And no tantrums either."

Fluttershy's eyes filled with tears. Mommy laid down beside her and snuggled her close. "I'm sorry I had to do that."

Fluttershy nodded. Mommy wiped away her tears. "Are you going to be a good filly for Mommy?"

Fluttershy cuddled up against her chest. "Yes, Mommy."

Mommy gently stroked her mane. "Alright. So no diapers? And you promise not to wet the bed?"

Fluttershy nodded. "Yes, Mommy. Promise!"

"And I want have to give more spankies to that little bum of yours?"

"Nope!"

"Good. Mommy hates giving spankies."

She lifted back up Fluttershy's legs and slid the pink onesie over her. The fabric covered Fluttershy's hooves, wrapping them up nice and tight. Once Mommy was satisfied with how snug the fabric fit over her, she stood up. "Alright. And I suppose you'll want a bedtime story?"

Fluttershy smiled. "Yes, Ma'am."

Mommy picked up a book from the bookshelf beside the bed and laid back down. Fluttershy snuggled into her shoulder and buried her muzzle into her mane, taking in the scent of high quality shampoos and the natural scent that Mommy's mane always carried.

Mommy wrapped a foreleg around her and drew her close. The thick tome laying on Mommy's tummy was a book of Fluttershy's favorite fairy tales. Mommy flipped through them. "Which one do you want, Darling?"

Fluttershy yawned and squirmed, coming to a more comfortable position against her Mommy's side. "The one with the Three Bears."

Mommy laid her head against the pillow. Fluttershy snuggled even closer, as if trying to get as close to her as she possibly could. Mommy began to read. Fluttershy had heard the story thousands of times (well, maybe not quite that many) and the rise and fall of Mommy's sweet tones lulled Fluttershy into an even more relaxed state.

Mommy turned the page. Fluttershy was vaguely aware of the pages being turned, the rustle of paper and the continuing drone of her mommy's voice. Mommy chose a different voice for each bear. During the more "scary" scenes (scary for her in any case) she would bury her face against Mommy's side.

Mommy ran her hoof through her mane. Soon, Fluttershy was snoring. Mommy put the book down, placing it back on the shelf. Then she tiptoed over and kissed Fluttershy's forehead. Fluttershy turned. Mommy wrapped the pink blankets around her, hoofed a teddy bear into her forelegs and Fluttershy sank into the clouds making up the mattress.

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Fluttershy yawned, stretching her forelegs and backlegs which were tangled up in her pink sheets. The sheets and her pink onesie kept her warm and provided her with a defense against the chill. It was chilly in her room and the floorboards were cold to her little feet. She turned onto her side, moving away from a spot of cold. She dared not open her eyes to find out just what that cold wetness was.Her hooves were snuggled up in the commfortable onesie. They should have been able to guard her feet against the cold floorboards, but when she had put her hooves on the floor last night, it had still been cold.

A little bluebird nested in the leafy branches of the birch tree outside her window, sang a symphony to the sun. She had always been able to understand what the birds were saying. This bird was saying to wake up. The insistent sunlight poked at her eyes, also urging her to wake up and face the day. She didn't want to! She wrapped the sheets around herself tighter and tighter, cocooning herself in the warmth. The November wind howled and shrieked against the glass. Fluttershy whimpered and clutched her teddy bear, nuzzling it to her chest.

When she pressed her knees against her tummy, she could feel the wet spot on the seat of her onesie. The acrid smell stung her nostrils. She reached down and felt the wet spot, hoping it wasn't there. That if she pretended long enough, it would simply go away. It didn't.

Oh, why hadn't she been a good girl last night and gone to the potty? Sure, it had been cold and it got scary at night, but she knew to go to the potty. She wasn't a baby!

Was she?

And Mommy had even given her a chance to wear her diaper. She gulped as she slowly opened her eyes and tossed the covers off of her. The wet spot formed a circle on the sheets. There was no way to hide this from Mommy.

She ducked back under the covers, laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes again. The wet spot made it uncomfortable to go back to sleep, but she tried. There was an alarm clock next to her bed that sat on a brown dresser. A butterfly and diamond imprinted tablecloth sat under it. The time, flashing in red numbers, read seven-thirty. It was the weekend. She had some time before Mommy came in to check on her. Breakfast would be soon.

That thought led her to thinking of Mommy's pancakes, covered in syrup. She'd like to skip her punishment and go straight to pancakes, but she knew she couldn't. Or the punishment could happen after breakfast. No, Mommy would never do that. Mommy liked getting unpleasant things out of the way.

Mommy might also make friend eggs. After some reflection, Fluttershy realized she really wanted breakfast. She wasn't hungry exactly, but she hadn't had a very big supper last night.

The three glasses of water she drank might have been responsible for the current bit of trouble she found herself in. Fluttershy peeked back out from beneath her covers, staring down at the carpet that led from her bed to the door. It was covered in swirling designs, flowers and fruits and beautiful patterns that matched her mommy's design sense. Mommy had bought it for her when she'd complained about how cold the floor was at night.

There was no carpet for the hallway though. If she pointed that out, might she get some lenience? No, no she absolutely would not. Fluttershy set one little hoof on the floor and it sank into the fabric.Then, just as slowly, she set down her left hoof. Her back hooves came next.

Now, all her hooves were on the floor. She shivered at the cold feeling in the seat of her pajamas. There was a calendar at eye level on the wall. There was a green check for dry nights and a red x for wet nights. For the past two weeks there had only been green checks. Mommy had been so happy with her that she had given her a reward, an extra cookie at supper.

She had been so proud of herself! Her little shoulders slumped as she picked up a marker and drew a red x on the calendar. Then, since she knew it was coming, she walked over to the corner and pressed her muzzle against the wall, hanging her head. The worst part was that she had disappointed Mommy. She hated it when she disappointed Mommy.

After several minutes in the corner she heard hoofsteps coming down the hall. Mommy was humming a morning song. She had the most beautiful voice in the world, Fluttershy thought.

The door creaked open and Mommy stepped inside, a smile on her face that quickly turned into a frown. "Good morning, Fluttershy. Another wet night, huh?"

From her place in the corner, Fluttershy nodded. She felt Mommy's hoof as it ran through her hair. It felt good as Mommy rubbed her shoulder. "I asked you if you wanted to wear a diaper last night. Why didn't you?"

Fluttershy stamped her hoof. "Cause I'm not a baby!"

Mommy tapped Fluttershy's shoulder rhythmically, gently patting her shoulder blades. "Do big girls pee in their beds?"

Fluttershy looked down at the floor. "No."

"Did you pee in the bed?"

Fluttershy mumbled something.

Mommy tapped her bum, too weak to be a spank, too firm to be a pat. "Fluttershy? Mommy asked you a question."

"Yes."

"Babies can wear diapers and get away with peeing their beds. Big girls can't. Is that clear?"

A blush burned Fluttershy's cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

"You should be. Are you a baby or a big girl?"

"I'm a big girl!"

"Do you need a spanky on your bum to help you remember to be a big girl and not pee the bed?"

Fluttershy shivered. "Yes, Mommy."

Mommy shook her head. "You'll get one, but first let's get those icky jammies off. Not even girls who make bad choices deserve to wear pee-stained jammies."

Fluttershy turned around and lifted her legs one at a time as Mommy took off her onesie, taking it to the bathroom. She returned a few moments later, holding up a frilly pink dress covered in ribbons and laces.

It was beautiful. Fluttershy's eyes widened as she took it in.

Mommy held it up. "Come here. Mommy made this just for you."

Fluttershy grinned. "Thank you, Mommy!" She pranced over.

Mommy ruffled her mane and then put the dress on her along with a pair of pink panties. The fabric was soft, smooth against her body, enfolding her in luxurious sensations. "Alright, now it's time for your correction for this little morning faux pas."

Fluttershy only hung her didn't and didn't even try to resist as Mommy put a hoof on her shoulder and led her to the bed. Mommy sat down and bent Fluttershy across her knees. Fluttershy's tummy rested over her lap. Mommy flipped up the pink skirt and yanked down her panties, revealing the yellow, twin, semi-globes of her backside. Her hoof caressed Fluttershy's backside. "I want you to know something. I'm not spanking you out of anger." The first clap of her hoof smacked Fluttershy's bottom. Fluttershy gasped.

A second clap joined the first one, slapping the same place. "I'm doing this out of love Fluttershy. I love you and want you to learn to be a big girl." A third clap and then a thunderous cascade of slaps as Mommy's hoof met Fluttershy's bottom.

Fluttershy kicked her legs, which earned two smacks on the place where her back legs met her rump. Mommy's hoof danced across Fluttershy's backside, leaving pink marks wherever it landed. Fluttershy jumped and yelped, but the blows to her backside kept coming, the clap of Mommy's mommy's hoof relentlessly falling on her rear.

At last, Fluttershy gave in to the spanks cracking against her derriere. Mommy was right. She had been naughty and this was what she got for her bad behavior. The blows beat against her behind, turning Fluttershy's backside a dark shade of pink.

At last, Mommy stopped and pulled Fluttershy into a hug. Mommy held her close in a loving embrace, pressing her face against her chest. Fluttershy nuzzled her chest fur, wrapping her arms around her waist. Mommy softly rubbed soothing circles on her bottom, moving up and stroking her back.

Fluttershy sighed in contentment at the feeling of Rarity's hooves lightly tracing her spine, trailing up and down her back, the rhythm enough to lull her into a light trance.

Rarity kissed her forehead. "Butterflies."

Fluttershy blinked a few times. "Wow. Oh my. Wow."

"Must have been good. Lost yourself for a moment?"

Fluttershy nodded, burying her face in Rarity's breasts. "Thank you, Rarity. I've been needing somepony to care for me like that for a long time."

Rarity trailed kisses down her neck. "We all have kinks, Darling. Snuggling cute little butterflies is mine for example."

Fluttershy giggled. "Thank you so much for playing into my fantasy. You were so loving, but firm. I need that."

Rarity caressed her mane. "And you understand that this is strictly business? I'm not charging you because you are a friend."

Fluttershy nodded, nuzzling into her neck. "I understand. Can we do it again sometime? Next week, maybe? And can I use that Pegasus playroom again? I'll pay this time."

"Sure. Anytime you like. And you don't need to pay." Rarity trailed her hoof over Fluttershy's mane. "You're my friend. There's nothing I love more than being generous to friends."

"Can we stay like this?"

For as long as you need to."

They laid back on the bed and snuggled each other for the rest of the morning.