Scootaloo started back towards Fluttershy.

Despite the added weight hanging under her tail, she had a spring in her step. What a nice bunch of ponies. Even the bully turned out to be nice. Or maybe Scootaloo just thought he was nice. Maybe she thought everypony was nice, because she was just so happy, so delighted, so ecstatic. It was so awesome to be able to do what she wanted. What she really wanted. Without any reservations, without worries gnawing at her, just to be herself.

It was all thanks to Fluttershy, sweet, wonderful Fluttershy, who cared for Scootaloo in ways so brazenly emotional and nurturing, like nopony had ever done before.

And toilets ... who needed toilets? Scootaloo certainly didn’t. Whereas those other ponies had to foal around in dark, weird, uncomfortable bathroom stalls, Scootaloo had been allowed to relieve herself comfortably and neatly into her diapers, and that’s the only way she would ever want to do it, thank you very much. No fanciness, no cold tiles, no being crammed in with other ponies, only her doing her own thing within the privacy of her special underwear. No toilets for her.

But then, Scootaloo slowly came to a halt. Wait a second. She certainly didn’t need the toilet, but she did need to use the toilet, even if, as was true for all little foals, it would land in her comfy diapers. And she couldn’t deny it, with the thrill of the recent experience still fresh in mind, the act was wonderfully enjoyable. And even though she had finally gotten around to taking care of her morning pee, Scootaloo wasn’t necessarily done yet. She still needed the bathroom. The other way.

Not like it was particularly urgent. But it would be pleasant, and Scootaloo loved pleasant. It would be just like with all little foals, who were supposed to just let it happen, because they couldn’t know yet what they had to do when they felt the need. Just think about it. How cool would that be? Scootaloo, just minding her own business, and when she felt it, she would just stop, and squat down, and lift her tail and ...

And Scootaloo decided, that was exactly what she wanted to do. And so she would simply do it. Why not?

Just one thing, she would ask Fluttershy for permission first, because she somehow felt obliged to. But Fluttershy would hopefully allow it, because Fluttershy always seemed to know what Scootaloo really wanted, and Scootaloo found the idea increasingly more cool and exciting.

Scootaloo found herself running, or at least waddling rapidly, with her heart beating harder than before, her cheeks warm, adrenaline pumping, and the electrifying tingle in her tummy and her hooves was getting too much to ignore. She loved the purely physical sensations that kept vying for her attention, the pacifier’s slippery, soft, chewy rubber on her tongue and between her teeth, just begging to be suckled and chewed on with gusto, and the stalwart presence of the diaper, its sodden inner pulp hanging warm and heavy in the soft crinkly plastic between her thighs.

But way more important to Scootaloo was her newfound liberty, her freedom of mind, lightweight and without baggage, because everything was so simple and so logical when she took it by face value, and it made her so curious, yearning for more, always going to the next question behind every answer. She could have done this forever, and Fluttershy knew it, because Fluttershy was Scootaloo’s mommy, and Fluttershy knew how much she enjoyed it, enjoyed being her little filly, and Scootaloo would do everything she could to be the best little filly possible.

So Scootaloo stormed around the bush and ran to Fluttershy’s bench. “Mommy! Mommy, may I --”

She froze cold. There was somepony else on the bench with Fluttershy.

“Oh, who do we have here?” the elderly mare said. She had a white mane and carried a walking stick, but her eyes were full of youthful adoration when she spotted Scootaloo. She laughed heartily. “Looks like she’s quite the little adventurer, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, my,” Fluttershy giggled as well, “Scootaloo, what happened with you?”

Scootaloo had already been sighted, there was no escape, so she composed herself and tried walking toward the two ponies with as much dignity as she could. But it wasn’t just the diaper’s heavy sag now, counteracting Scootaloo’s covert movements with its swollen weight and unmistakable crinkle, it was also the caked sand breaking away from her fur and hailing onto the gravel.

“Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?” the old mare said, “Come here, let us wipe that off. We want to look nice for mother, don’t we?”

Scootaloo approached the elderly pony, who reached out with a shaky hoof and grabbed Scootaloo’s cheeks, roughly brushing the sand out of her face.

“Uh, thank you,” Scootaloo said. The old mare sighed dreamily.

“In all the years I’ve been taking walks in this park,” she said, “I have never seen a little angel so polite. You’re quite the special filly, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, she’s quite something alright,” Fluttershy said, and they exchanged a knowing laugh.

Scootaloo let the old mare fawn over her a little bit more, getting her ears grabbed and her mane straightened out and her cheeks pinched, because the elderly pony looked positively ecstatic while doing it. But then it was enough. Scootaloo still had pressing matters to attend to, and, because Scootaloo had been thinking about it so much, it was starting to actually become pressing.

She walked over to Fluttershy, and waited for an appropriately long moment while the two mares talked, and then she hopped up on the bench.

“Mommy?” Scootaloo said.

“What is it?” Fluttershy said.

“Um,” Scootaloo said. She nervously leaned in to Fluttershy’s ear, on the far side, so the other pony wouldn’t be able to hear what she said, and whispered quietly, “um, I need to go potty, uh, big time. May I use my diaper for it?”

Fluttershy giggled fondly. “Oh, yes, you may,” she said, “how nice of you to ask.”

Yes! Score! Now all she had to do was to pull off a smooth exit, and she was home free. Scootaloo hopped off the bench, back onto the gravel, and then she just coolly strolled away in the direction of the nearest bush.

The old mare watched the secretive little filly sneak off into the privacy behind some bushes, and the sight was enough to send both her and Fluttershy into a bout of adoring laughter.

Why were they laughing? Must have been some really funny joke.

Anyway, Scootaloo had found the perfect spot, between a couple of neatly trimmed bushes, which were so dense that they kept her in the shade, and deep enough to give her a hidden vantage point on the path. It was perfect! Now she could finally get on with it.

Scootaloo waited a bit, rocking on her hooves, until she felt the time was right. And then, from the back of her head, the urge to relieve herself made its way to her conscious, and she stood with her hind legs further apart, and squatted down, her sagging diaper barely not touching the grass, and she lifted her tail, like she had seen little foals do, and it all felt quite natural to her as well. The pressure in her stomach grew more urgent, and with her butt sticking out, Scootaloo gave a little push, and ...

Somepony walked just by her, and Scootaloo immediately jumped back upright. That was a mistake, because they probably wouldn’t have noticed her otherwise, but now she had drawn attention to herself.

Luckily, it turned out just to be the three ponies from the sandbox, now washed clean and fresh, probably on their way home, and of the three, only sunshine had even noticed Scootaloo. The young mare was puzzled for a second, but then she realized what Scootaloo was doing there, because the sight of a little filly, stark naked except for a thick diaper, looking on nervously from the questionable privacy of a bush, hardly left any question about what she was doing there.

Sunshine made a gesture for Scootaloo not to worry, and then pulled her hoof across her mouth like an invisible zipper. Scootaloo’s secret would be safe with her. What a relief. Sunshine was pretty cool, and the others hadn’t noticed, so all was well, and soon Scootaloo was left thankfully alone again.

But now, all the pressure in her stomach had vanished. How frustrating! She had wanted to go so bad, and now she didn’t need to anymore! Why were there so many ponies right now. There had been nopony all day, and now when Scootaloo needed her privacy, they all came out! Unbelievable.

Scootaloo found herself pacing back and forth, fruitlessly of course, but that was when she realized she was doing it all wrong.

She needed to calm down.

Really calm down.

Because little fillies were not stressed out and nervous, but tranquil and relaxed. Only little foals, who were imperturbable in their knowledge that everything was all right and taken care of for them, knew how to truly unwind, and let all the pressures just fall away until they were left happy and mellow.

Scootaloo slowed her breathing, and closed her eyes, taking in all of the sounds, the rustling of the leaves, the swaying of the flowers, the distant noise of city traffic, and the warmth on her skin from the real sunshine, and how appetizing it all smelled, freshly cut grass and sweet and savoury blooms. She breathed deep, filled her lungs with cooling air, and exhaled all of her tensions.

She walked back onto the path, not with a forced gait, but walked naturally, enjoying her pacifier’s soft and yummy presence, and exactly as awkwardly as it needed to be with the thickness of her diaper between her legs, no pretense involved, gravel crunching underhoof.

There were some fallen leaves in the grass, which were so pretty in their amber colours, leading Scootaloo to a small tree with tiny wild apples. The tree’s shade was much more natural, broken up to let through just the right amount of sunlight while still being pleasant on the eyes, and Scootaloo just stood and breathed. Some of the small, hard apples had fallen on the ground, and they lay sprawled out in various stages of decomposition, smelling sour and sweet and ripe, the splendour of nature’s variety on awesome display.

Scootaloo was inspecting the particular colourful swirls on a little apple.

But then.

Oh! What was that? Yes, a subtle but firm pressure inside, signaling her stomach’s readiness for movement. It came so naturally, but it caught Scootaloo’s fancy, because she knew what that feeling meant, it was a precursor for some very foalish satisfaction, and relief, and pleasant lightness, and her skin was already tingling in anticipation.

So Scootaloo stopped, made herself comfortable, and bent her knees, and then she just relaxed and breathed calmly. She wouldn’t let anything interfere, not the protests of her inner voice, for getting ready to do her business into her clothing, nor the fact that she was happily squatting the middle of the road. Foals didn’t worry about stuff like this, so why should she?

Not a moment later, she felt the pressure mount. Scootaloo arched her back instinctually, and her tummy tightened on its own, her tail twitched and raised up high. It was time. A pleasant shudder ran down her spine, and she lazily began emptying herself into her diaper.

Scootaloo didn’t even need to do anything, her body gave gentle pressure on its own, easing the soft mass into her waiting diaper. She carefully wiggled her rear back and forth, making sure she was as comfortable as possible in accordance to the rising and softening urges in her stomach, and she neatly filled out the seat of her thick underwear, the plastic cover crinkling softly from its new contents’ weight and size.

Her trembling legs almost gave away, so intense was the wave of relief that crashed over Scootaloo, primal and raw, and so deliciously pleasant, her pacifier was already dripping with drool. Scootaloo couldn’t help it. She buckled her knees, sticking out her hindquarters, ears splayed and nose rumpled, and then she took in a deep breath, and, huffing and grunting, gave the most satisfying of pushes.

Her diaper crinkled as Scootaloo completely emptied herself, the strained tapes tugging on her hips and her tail, making sure she felt the full extent of what she was doing, but Scootaloo collected herself, and then she pushed again. The diaper was already full, so the plastic cover eventually bulged to its limit, and the stretchy elastics around Scootaloo’s legs pulled it back in, squishing the warm volume liberally across her buttocks.

With that, she was done. She was all finished. Scootaloo felt light as the heavens, completely empty and easy, no more unpleasantness left within her. And though the weight had been transferred to her brimming diaper, the fluff and the plastic and the tapes and the elastics still did their job perfectly well, making sure that everything stayed exactly where it was supposed to be, and Scootaloo could go about her ways in the utmost comfort and carefreeness.

And it was working. Though Scootaloo was still panting, trying to come to grips with all the wonderful sensations, her hooves had stopped trembling, and she was able to carefully stand up, and focus on her surroundings again, the grass, the apple tree, the wind, the sun, the clouds, the ponies in the sky, consciously calming herself down and returning to her tranquil ways.

She inspected another apple, such pretty colours of red and green, and there were some young saplings around the apple tree, what delicate branches they had, everything was so interesting, she could have looked at this area all day.

But Scootaloo was utterly distracted. She couldn't help it. Though the formerly debilitating feelings of emptiness and relief had grown to manageable levels, they were now beginning to drive her wild with excitement. She could think of nothing else. Her diaper was so awesome. How could something so comfy be so practical at the same time? She loved having such cute diapers. Scootaloo’s diaper was incredibly full. It was kind of icky but also kind of cool at the same time. She had never felt this good after going to the bathroom. In fact, screw the bathroom. Scootaloo needed no bathrooms. She would never go to the toilet again. She only wanted diapers, and nothing else.

The fantasies were pleasant, but a much more important reality was waiting. Fluttershy! It was time to return to her.

So Scootaloo took a careful step. And then she took another step. The movement was easy, effortless. Soon she was walking. It did feel a bit different, sure, it was hard to ignore the squishy presence against her hindquarters, but truth be told, it only sat there, snugly held in its place underneath Scootaloo’s tail, barely a nuisance at all. And Scootaloo’s diaper had grown excessively soggy in the meantime, which contributed much more to her already considerable trouble walking straight, and even that barely bothered her.

She didn’t need to walk for long. Fluttershy was already coming in her direction, and spotted her from afar.

Scootaloo slowed down, then stopped. All of a sudden, she felt a bit nervous. Had she taken it too far? Fluttershy had been so selfless and generous with her, had Scootaloo taken advantage of that generosity?

But then, Fluttershy smiled. And all the sunshine in the entire world couldn’t have matched the brilliant radiance of the smile on that gentle, beautiful face. All her reservations blown to the winds, Scootaloo started, and ran as fast as she could. She had to be there. She had to be with Fluttershy. She wanted and desired Fluttershy more than anything.

And Fluttershy broke out into a grin. The sight of her little Scootaloo toddling toward her with that telltale broad-legged toddler waddle was just too much, and she stretched out her hooves invitingly.

And Scootaloo grinned as well, because she couldn’t have been any happier, and she stumbled into Fluttershy and leapt into her hooves, and Fluttershy embraced her tightly and lifted her from the ground, laughing and cuddling Scootaloo and giving her little kisses on the ears, while Scootaloo desperately nuzzled into the soft fur on Fluttershy’s neck with her face and her nose, leaving pacifier drool wetness in it.

“You’re certainly being super cuddly today, aren’t you, Scoots?” Fluttershy laughed.

“I love you, mommy!” Scootaloo said, her legs wiggling in the air, already halfway squirmed up on Fluttershy’s shoulders, unable to get enough of that dreamlike down, and the silken hair of Fluttershy’s mane, which so graced the bridge of Scootaloo’s nose with its alluring touch.

Fluttershy let Scootaloo do her thing for a bit, but then she pulled her off and placed her back on the ground, rubbing their noses together for comfort. Though it was certainly more than just comfort for Scootaloo, who tensed up and found herself quite sensitive as her warm nose touched with Fluttershy’s.

Fluttershy knew exactly how much Scootaloo was enjoying herself right now, it was obvious. And how could it be any different? Scootaloo was her little filly, she had proven to know Scootaloo better than Scootaloo did know herself, so why should she try to resist it? Compared to her clever, loving, wonderful mommy, Scootaloo was just a little foal, a bundle of feelings and instinct and curiosity, and she didn’t know any better than to simply enjoy the experiences she found herself in.

Scootaloo could barely hold Fluttershy’s gaze for more than a moment before looking away bashfully, but she didn’t need to, she didn’t have any secrets from her mommy. And Fluttershy only smiled her welcoming, benevolent smile, and though Scootaloo could swear there was a hint of amusement beginning to tug at Fluttershy’s lips, she was nevertheless an endless source of reassurance.

“I see you’ve had fun in the sandbox, huh?” Fluttershy said, “Have the other ponies been good company?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, snuggling into Fluttershy’s embrace, “they let me help them build a sand castle.”

“That’s nice,” Fluttershy said.

A bit more snuggling followed, but it didn’t have a calming effect on Scootaloo at all. On the contrary, the stillness only made Scootaloo all the more acutely aware of her situation, of the fantastic smell of Fluttershy’s fur, the softness of Fluttershy’s chest, the warm sunlight tickling her back, the soft thickness between her hind legs, the warm weight hanging under her tail. And Fluttershy was aware of it too, Scootaloo was becoming increasingly restless, and every time they shifted and Scootaloo’s diaper rustled, the big little filly tensed, and her breath came out short and fast.

“And did you do the thing that you told me about just before?” Fluttershy said.

Scootaloo pulled back, but, of course, Fluttershy hadn’t meant it in mean spirit at all. In fact, Fluttershy was grinning quite broadly.

Because if Scootaloo was having so much fun, why shouldn’t Fluttershy enjoy herself a bit as well?

“Um,” Scootaloo managed to say. But she didn’t need to answer. Casually, while speaking, Fluttershy had already slipped a hoof around Scootaloo’s back, and the curious hoof had steadily wandered down until it had reached Scootaloo’s flank, and now it began probing the soggy plastic.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said.

The hoof made its way further towards Scootaloo’s tail. Naturally, Scootaloo couldn’t feel any of it directly, the brimming diaper had grown way too thick to permit Fluttershy’s delicate touch, but under the pressure, the plastic crinkled noisily, and Scootaloo could feel the warm mush against her hindquarters move around quite blatantly.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said again. She giggled sweetly. “Seems like you stayed true to your word, Scoots.”

“Uh,” Scootaloo said.

“Well, don’t you worry,” Fluttershy said, “We packed some clean diapers in the stroller for you, so we’ll have you nice and fresh in no time. Shall we go back to the park bench? It’s nice and quiet there.”

Clearly, given Scootaloo’s state of coherence, or lack thereof, Fluttershy wasn’t expecting a response, so she affirmed her decision with a few adoring pats on Scootaloo’s butt, and put her back on her hooves, ready to get going.

But Scootaloo had something else on her mind. It was really dumb and kinda weird, but she couldn’t help it. The tingle all over her body was so addictive, and she had never had this chance. She had to take it. She had to ask.

“Uh, mommy?” Scootaloo said.

“Yes?” Fluttershy said.

“Um, could I ...” Scootaloo said, “I mean ... could we, maybe ...”

“What is it, Scootaloo?” Fluttershy said.

“Could we possibly,” Scootaloo said, “wait for a bit longer before the, uh, change? I mean, just a bit. Just a few moments. Um ...”

“Oh?” Fluttershy said.

There was no sign of the adverse reaction Scootaloo had feared. On the contrary, Fluttershy seemed more and more entertained, as the unceasing amusement in her eyes kindled into a veritable spark of mischief. She remained still, thought over Scootaloo’s request for a moment.

Or maybe she just liked watching Scootaloo squirm.

“Is that something that you would enjoy, Scoots?” she said.

“If it’s okay with you,” Scootaloo said, her voice very small, “I mean, if it’s not a problem. We don’t have to ...”

“Of course it’s not a problem, Scoots,” Fluttershy giggled, “don’t be silly. That’s what your diapers are made for, isn’t that right? We can try it if you want, let’s stay in that diaper for a couple of moments longer.”

“Okay,” Scootaloo eloquently put forth. She knew she was supposed to be feeling embarrassed, but her debilitating titillation made it difficult to think of anything else.

“Don’t worry about it,” Fluttershy said, and leaned in close to Scootaloo’s ear, whispering conspiratorially, “Listen, how about we play a little game?”

“A game?” Scootaloo breathed.

“Yes, a game of pretend,” Fluttershy said, “We’ll just say that you had a little accident back there. But we’ll pretend that I didn’t notice yet, and you didn’t notice either. And then we’ll just do regular stuff. Doesn’t that sound silly?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, “we could do that.”

“Great,” Fluttershy said. She gave Scootaloo a secretive wink, and then stood up, and pretended to talk in an as normal as possible, everyday voice. “Oh, hello there, Scootaloo. Isn’t it a nice day today? Do you want to go for a walk in the park?”

“Uh,” Scootaloo said.

“You’re supposed to say, yes, I would like to go for a walk,” Fluttershy said.

“Yes, I would like to go for a walk,” Scootaloo stammered.

“Good job,” Fluttershy said, “okay, then let us go for a nice walk.”

And, without warning, Fluttershy walked. Scootaloo had no time to hesitate, though her mind was still reeling from the realization that she had just been allowed to keep playing in a used diaper, Fluttershy was gaining distance, and Scootaloo had to walk beside her, at regular speed, to keep up. She thought it would feel weird, but it didn’t. It was actually quite pleasant, if she ignored the warm presence being shifted back and forth with the motions of her diaper.

Fluttershy was right. The diaper had been made for this, its absorbency strong enough to keep Scootaloo reasonably dry, and the elastic leak guards tight enough to make sure everything stayed in place.

So Scootaloo walked dutifully beside Fluttershy, beside her mommy, feeling utterly secure, because her mommy was there with her, and took care of everything, and made sure Scootaloo had everything she needed to enjoy herself. That’s what Fluttershy does. Fluttershy’s a wonderful, amazing pony. It wasn’t far-fetched to think that a pony could have a fascination with her, right?

Scootaloo only realized she had been staring at Fluttershy with a dumb grin on her face when Fluttershy came in and nuzzled her on the cheek. The little touch felt wonderful and amazing too.

They didn’t have to walk far. Just around the corner, adjacent to the sandbox, there was the remainder of the typical assorted foalish fun.

“Look, mommy,” Scootaloo said, “a playground! Well, kinda.”

“I’d say its a small playground,” Fluttershy said. Truthfully, it was just a few playthings on a patch of grass, but they were brightly coloured and looked inviting, so the intention was clear. “On the plus side, there’s absolutely nopony here. Seems like this playground has been waiting just for you, Scootaloo.”

Waiting just for her? How nice of the playground. Scootaloo stepped closer in awe. Some little swings, a slide, a couple of sitting places, but the biggest was the round metallic construction in the center.

“Do you want to go on the climbing rack?” Fluttershy said, “I know how much you like being up high.”

A climbing rack wouldn’t usually be any challenge, but this one was a bit trickier. The individual bars were arranged irregularly, at arbitrary angles and shorter or longer than the others. It would have taken effort to climb this one even for a big pony, but for a little filly, nervously sucking on her pacifier and keeping close to her mommy, the task was daunting indeed.

“You don’t have to worry, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “come, I’ll help you.”

She grabbed Scootaloo securely around the waist and lifted her to the rack. Now Scootaloo had no choice. She had to make her mommy proud. She determinedly hooked her forehooves into two of the metal bars, and stepped on the underlying two with her hind hooves. Fluttershy kept holding her all the way, so Scootaloo grabbed the next bar higher up, reached about for a good hold, and then pulled herself up one step higher, finding a spot to stand securely.

And it worked! The climbing rack turned out not to be random at all. It looked chaotic from the outside, but no matter where Scootaloo stood, she always found another place to put her hooves on that would give her a good grip. What a clever design!

Climbing up turned out to be a blast, at least until there was a halt halfway through, when Scootaloo fished around with her hind leg for a step, but found none.

“It’s over there, Scootaloo, look,” Fluttershy said, gently pulling her in the direction.

The next step was quite far out. Scootaloo would have to make a large step. And she knew exactly what that would entail. And so did Fluttershy, at least Scootaloo was increasingly getting that impression. But it didn’t matter. Scootaloo would keep her word. Holding her breath, Scootaloo stretched out her leg and stepped onto the far rung.

The motion caused her diaper’s tapes to stretch around her hips, which, in turn, pulled the diaper up more tightly, squishing whatever soft and warm contents rested inside up against Scootaloo. She shuddered in pleasure, waiting for the paralyzing sensation to pass, and soon, hopefully before Fluttershy could notice, forged on. Just like Scootaloo had promised, she pretended not to notice. And why would she? Little foals can’t help what’s in their diapers, that’s why they’re wearing them in the first place. Her mommy had wrapped up Scootaloo’s behind in a nice thick diaper for exactly this reason, so she could continue playing without having to worry or pay any attention at all. And Scootaloo would honour Fluttershy’s efforts, so she played on.

Step after step, she climbed as quickly as she could, the summit calling to her, she had to get on top, and when she was almost there, there was but one obstacle. The last step was too far up. She reached out with a hoof, but it was too high.

“Mommy, I can’t reach it,” Scootaloo said.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you,” Fluttershy said, “Together, we can make it.”

In the meantime, Fluttershy had taken to the air, flying beside Scootaloo to help her climb. Presently, she only had to lift Scootaloo to the top and they would have made it. So, one foreleg around Scootaloo’s waist to hold her tight, Fluttershy reached down past Scootaloo’s belly and planted her other hoof securely between her hind legs.

There was no need to be surprised. This was a regular fashion in which to carry infants, after all. This way, Fluttershy would be able to lift Scootaloo without danger of falling off. So Scootaloo sucked it up and let herself fall forward, dropping her weight into Fluttershy’s hooves.

Scootaloo gasped, just barely resisting the urge not to push her hips forward when Fluttershy’s hoof pressed the sodden diaper fluff tightly up against her. But Fluttershy also did her part in pretending not to notice, and flew up to the top with Scootaloo, holding her trembling big little filly so that her hooves could touch the topmost rungs.

“Yay!” Fluttershy said, “We did it, Scootaloo! We are at the top!”

“Y-yay ...” Scootaloo panted, “thanks, mommy.”

“Oh my,” Fluttershy snickered, “you seem quite exhausted. This climb really did heat things up, didn’t it?” It wasn’t clear whether she was referring to Scootaloo’s physical exertion, or the sweltering warmth on the inside of Scootaloo’s thighs, which were instinctively trying to press together around Fluttershy’s hoof. Fluttershy rewarded the efforts with a tantalizing little squeeze, sending Scootaloo gasping and stumbling, right into Fluttershy’s loving embrace. “I think we’ll need a moment to cool down, won’t we? And I know just the place. That swing set over there looks really nice.”

Fluttershy carried her jumpy little filly over to the swings. It was a simple suspended wooden bar with two swings, a regular swing, which was just a seat hanging on two ropes. But the other swing was a foal’s swing, where the seat was replaced by a wide cloth belt with a strap suspended down the middle. The foal would be placed on the strap, and the belt would ensure she wouldn’t be able to fall out.

Unsurprisingly, Fluttershy made directly for the foal swing. It looked too small, but Scootaloo put her hind legs through the openings regardless, when she was lowered down. It would be a tight fit, but, yes, Fluttershy just barely managed to wiggle Scootaloo’s hindquarters through the belt. Scootaloo would be able to make it, and if she just sat down carefully enough, there would be no --

Fluttershy dropped Scootaloo into the seat.

Scootaloo’s hooves clenched tightly around the cloth belt as she landed heavily in her diaper’s contents, the plastic crinkling furiously under the strain. The feeling was foreign and weird, because she sat on the cloth band, and it pressed everything up against her with the weight of her body, but it was also terribly exciting, because the diaper’s material was so tantalizingly soft and squishy. Scootaloo’s hind legs were still trying to press together to feel more of it, but the compacted bulk was simply too much, she could barely touch her knees.

But before she became too desperate, Fluttershy’s grinning face popped up before Scootaloo and began nuzzling her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Fluttershy said, planting a series of electrifying little kisses on the bridge of Scootaloo’s nose. “Such a nice idea to build this little playground for all the fillies and colts who are in need of some relaxing fun, isn’t it? We should do some swinging, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.” Scootaloo squirmed. It was hardly relaxing for her.

Fluttershy went behind Scootaloo and began pushing her swing. The first few pushes were inconsequential, they were only to get Scootaloo into the swinging mood, barely any motion to speak of. But then, Fluttershy pulled Scootaloo far back, and gave her her first real swing.

Scootaloo raced towards the ground, but she never touched it, suspended high enough in the air, she curved upwards and was instead flung toward the sky. There it was again, that moment of weightlessness, butterflies in her stomach, at the apex of the swing. But then, it was different.

The weight of her body followed a moment later, but the swing was already heading back the other direction, she slipped forward by a miniscule amount inside her diaper, pressing herself severely into the squishy material. Scootaloo gasped when she was forced to hump her diaper, the buzzing pleasure coursing through her body, paralyzing her, the thrill overtaking everything. So caught up was Scootaloo, she didn’t even notice she had swung back to the other end of her trajectory. Fluttershy caught her, and pushed her forward again.

The inertia caused Scootaloo’s body to slide backwards again, her butt smooshing hard into her diaper, elastics taut, plastic crinkling, Scootaloo desperately holding on, as she was on her way forward again.

Then she was at the top, the summit, weightlessness, sunlight, pleasure exploding from between her legs, and she swung back again, into Fluttershy’s loving grasp, her beautiful smile, her adorable laughter. Back and forth, up and down, squishing and mushing, love and laughter.

“Mo ... mommy,” Scootaloo panted between swings, “mommy ...”

Fluttershy caught her and stopped her, and immediately began lavishing her with cutesy little kisses on the cheek, and nuzzling, and chest rubbing, and mane tussling. Not that it would make and difference in appearance, Scootaloo was a heaving, sweating mess, desperately suckling on her pacifier, trying to make sense of it all. Some drool had found its way down her chin and was now glistening in her chest fur, but it was all the same to Fluttershy, who kept giving Scootaloo all of her love and affection.

“Wasn’t that so much fun?” Fluttershy giggled.

“Y-yeah ...” Scootaloo said, “but I - I think I’m g-gonna ... I’m gonna ...”

“Oh, look,” Fluttershy said, “we still have one thing left. Let’s go down the slide!”

Before Scootaloo could respond, she was lifted out of the swing set, one hoof around her back and the other one beneath her rear, and Fluttershy held her quivering form close as she carried her over to the slide. It was an otherwise basic little foal’s slide made of hard plastic, except that it wasn’t straight, but had a bit of a hump at the centre, to make the ride more exciting.

Scootaloo still hadn’t found her voice, so she couldn’t protest when she was sat down on the top of the slide. It probably didn’t matter, since the swing had already caused the diaper to liberally smear its contents across her backside, and she was just a little foal, so she wasn’t supposed to worry about such things anyway.

“Ready?” Fluttershy said. Scootaloo’s hind legs were pointed toward the lower end, and the plastic dip was just waiting for her. No better time than now.

Then Fluttershy let go. Well, she didn’t really let go, Scootaloo was way too little of a foal to be sliding alone, so she flew beside her and held her. But Scootaloo was off. She went faster and faster, smoothly gliding down the course, plastic against plastic, and it was quite thrilling, the immediacy of speed and motion, as the ground raced towards her.

Then came the hump. Scootaloo raced into it with all her momentum, and the shape of the hump pressed against her butt, pressing all of the sodden diaper pulp up against her hard, and Scootaloo erupted with pleasure, as she was eternally tantalized, with the release she yearned so much, but it was just another glimpse, just barely not enough. She gasped, and Fluttershy had to hold her upright, but eventually, she smoothly slid down to the end.

“Let’s go again!” Fluttershy exclaimed cheerfully.

She carried Scootaloo back to the top. Scootaloo was like a little doll at this point, blubbering and crinkling and holding on to mommy, and Fluttershy lovingly cuddled her and nuzzled her, before sending her down the slide again. The hump came at her another time, and the diaper was squished around, and Scootaloo was shaken by a shock of pure pleasure, and she just gave up. There was no more reason to be had. Scootaloo needed to release, and she needed to release now.

When they arrived at the bottom, Scootaloo held Fluttershy’s hoof. Of course, Fluttershy knew exactly what was the matter, and gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek, and Scootaloo sat there, a full diaper between her legs, chest heaving, cheeks warm, tail twitching like mad.

“Now, Scootaloo, let’s see,” Fluttershy said, using her overly normal pretend voice, “we haven’t checked your diaper in a while, have we? Well, we’d better take a look.”

Fluttershy pulled Scootaloo upright with a hoof, and reached around her with the other hoof, moving below her tail. Then, Fluttershy blatantly slapped Scootaloo’s diaper, and pressed the squishy mass against Scootaloo’s butt. Scootaloo tensed, and whimpered in desperation. This was it. This was what she needed. Just a bit more.

“Oh, Scootaloo!” Fluttershy said pretend-casually, “Seems like you had a bit of an accident, huh? Did my little filly make her big potty into her diapies?” Fluttershy’s cutesy cooing made Scootaloo’s body tingle all over, and she was blubbering and whimpering like a foal. “Are you quite sure you’re all finished, though?” Fluttershy spoke softly. “Isn’t there something else that you still need to do in your diapers?”

Fluttershy placed Scootaloo on the ground. Then she went over to a free spot and sat down in the grass, and beckoned Scootaloo to come and join her.

Scootaloo shakily pulled herself up as best as she could, the sensations of her soft rubbery pacifier and her thick saggy diaper now ruling over her, and with her last effort, began crawling toward Fluttershy.

But then Scootaloo looked up, and saw what she had really waiting for her.

Fluttershy was the likeness of beauty itself. The sun shone down on her, making her yellow fur light up into an inviting blaze, and the long strands of her gorgeous pink mane were draped elegantly down her body, emphasizing her captivating curves and the alluring shape of her body, and her delicate hooves and wings were open, waiting just for Scootaloo to throw herself into. And Scootaloo couldn’t have been any more seduced. She desired nothing more than Fluttershy.

So Scootaloo crawled toward her, crawled with abandon, uncaring that she was moving recklessly, her diaper crinkling severely, every movement of hers accompanied with a mush and a squelch between her legs, her rear sealed snugly into its plastic wrapping, holding the warm and saggy mass in place, every little movement teasing Scootaloo’s already desperately quivering flesh beyond the breaking point.

And Scootaloo eased into Fluttershy’s lap, and Fluttershy embraced her, and Scootaloo tried to kiss her, but bumped into Fluttershy’s face with her pacifier instead, but Fluttershy kissed back anyway, because she had so much love to give, so much affection. She didn’t care that Scootaloo was clumsy and messy and helpless and desperate, was panting and quivering and dripping freely, the diaper dutifully soaking everything up. Because Scootaloo was her little filly, and nothing deserved more kindness than her little filly’s curious, well-meaning, truthful, spirited, fun loving little soul.

Fluttershy turned the limp Scootaloo around, and held her back against her chest. Then she reached down, and parted Scootaloo’s hind legs, first the one, then the other, so she could easily access what lay inbetween. The diaper was still sort of white, but glowed with the typical golden discoloration of a good use, and sagged under the according weight. Fluttershy touched the diaper with the tip of her hoof, running it over its smooth plastic surface.

“Shall I?” Fluttershy asked.

Scootaloo nodded weakly in response.

A moment of silence to enjoy the warm sun, the fresh air, the city sounds, both of their hearts beating together.

Then Fluttershy, ever so gently, gathered the diaper in her hoof, and pressed it firmly against Scootaloo, and pushed it up and down, steadily rubbing its squishy contents against Scootaloo’s sensitive parts.

Scootaloo exploded in pure ecstasy. She jumped, and bucked her hips hard, humping into Fluttershy’s hoof with all the strength she had left, and Fluttershy kept rubbing her firmly, pressing the crinkly soggy plastic up between Scootaloo’s thighs, and Scootaloo gasped severely, but Fluttershy brought up her other hoof and held the pacifier in place, and Scootaloo suckled on the rubber nipple, muffled whimpers and moans escaping around Fluttershy’s firm hoof.

And Scootaloo mindlessly humped into Fluttershy’s hoof, her instincts taking over, and Fluttershy gathered up more of the saggy diaper, and brought it up against Scootaloo’s butt and squished it into Scootaloo’s crotch, and Scootaloo spasmed and groaned, shaken by the roaring fire of her orgasm rolling over her in a crushing wave, leaving her panting and debilitated.

And Scootaloo came again, even harder than before, but she had no strength left, so she spread her legs as far as she could, desperately begging for more attention, and Fluttershy immediately picked up on it, kneading and squishing and pressing and mushing Scootaloo’s diaper, and she gathered as much sodden mass through the plastic as she could, and rubbed it against Scootaloo’s crotch, made her feel how much she had soaked and filled it up, and Scootaloo only quivered, and more drool came past her pacifier’s plastic shield.

Scootaloo came one more time.

And Fluttershy traced the shape of the diaper, ran her hoof along the leak guards, played with the sticky tapes, caressed the insides of Scootaloo’s thighs, massaged her belly and her flank, and then she went back to rubbing Scootaloo’s crinkly diaper directly against her crotch, and Scootaloo spasmed and moaned, and Fluttershy rubbed with the tip of her hoof, rubbed with its edge, rubbed with her palm, rubbed quickly, rubbed slowly, rubbed hard, rubbed soft, to make sure Scootaloo could feel her diaper in every way she had ever desired.

Fluttershy continued playing with the diaper for a bit, even though it eventually became clear that Scootaloo was done, laying limp and still in Fluttershy’s embrace, completely immersed in the haze of post-coital bliss. The diaper felt kind of funny, all soggy, and also fairly icky, but the plastic was completely dry, and the diaper had done its job perfectly and kept everything outside free of any kind of mess. All clever construction, and the work of the super absorbers. A remarkable feat indeed.

Then Fluttershy snuggled Scootaloo for a bit, and Scootaloo just grinned dumbly, and let it happen, taking in every piece of affection with a savouring squeal or a comfortable groan, like the true foal that she was.

Fluttershy carefully placed Scootaloo in the grass, and told her to stay still (unnecessarily, Scootaloo was limp), and then she quickly went over to the stroller and retrieved a fresh diaper and some changing supplies.

They could have looked for some kind of changing table, but in actuality, the grass was a perfectly fine spot too. Scootaloo was already situated in the grass comfortably, and, even though her dreamy face didn’t show it, its refreshing temperature would help her cool down.

So Fluttershy sat beside Scootaloo, and ripped open the sticky tape above her tail, and rolled her on her back, and spread her hind legs, and proceeded confidently and responsibly with the diaper change. Without hesitation, she unfastened the two tapes around Scootaloo’s waist, and opened up the front of the diaper.

Gathering Scootaloo’s hind legs with one hoof, Fluttershy lifted her butt into the air, and prudently pressed the front part of the diaper against Scootaloo’s rear, and pulled away most of the mess in a practiced series of deft motions. Afterwards, she pulled aside the used diaper, and took out some foal wipes, and thoroughly cleaned away the dirt from Scootaloo’s skin, and her folds, and her fur, until Scootaloo’s soft, cute hindquarters were left squeaky clean.

Fluttershy took her time too. She breathed deep, and enjoyed the quiet, and went at her work earnestly. It wasn’t like she was in any hurry, but more than anything, she relished the chance to give something very special to somepony she liked very much. It wasn’t even much of anything for Fluttershy, she’d had her fun too, taking care of an excitable and gentile little filly for a while, and she could hardly believe that it should mean so much to Scootaloo. Her little Scootaloo, who’d never really had any parents, probably had never been intimate with her foster parents, never enjoyed unconditional love and support. It felt good to be able to give her something like this, a small bit of peace, if only for a while.

In the end, Scootaloo was squeaky clean indeed.

Fluttershy slipped a new diaper under her. After applying some skin care cream, she pulled up the fresh and fluffy diaper’s front, which smelled wonderfully of sweet foal powder, to be greeted by a cartoon anteater with a long silly tongue. How quaint.

Fluttershy ripped open the tape and stuck them tight, rubbing them flat under severe crinkling protest, and by the time she pulled her little filly up to stick on the last tape above her tail, Scootaloo seemed to have returned back to this world.

Scootaloo looked quite content, and she attempted to communicate, but, even though she had regained the ability to speak, she didn’t seem to know what to say. And what would you say in such a situation anyway?

So, instead, Scootaloo temporarily took out her pacifier, and kissed Fluttershy.

It was a very gentle, and very heartfelt kiss, completely lacking the fire of arousal, and instead aglow with the much more subtle, much more powerful radiance of unbounded love. And for that reason, of all their kisses, this was the most satisfying one. Because Scootaloo was in love with Fluttershy, and she wanted her to know it, and she wanted to say thank you, but she couldn’t say it because she was embarrassed, so instead she just kissed her, and poured all of her heart into that kiss.

And after the kiss, they sat, quietly, in the green, in the strange city, in the sky, enjoying themselves, enjoying each other’s company, the clouds, the trees, the traffic, the buildings, everything was cool and intriguing. Just a loving mommy and her little diapered filly. And they watched, and they listened, and they breathed. Never letting go of each other.

The sun was beginning to set. The end of a day.

The end of a journey.

“We have to go back to Ponyville?” Scootaloo said.

“Yes,” Fluttershy said.

“Okay,” Scootaloo said.

Everything ended somewhere. And everything began somewhere. Scootaloo would have to give this some more thought.

But not now.

Now, Scootaloo sat in the grass, and enjoyed the rest of the evening, together with Fluttershy.