The variety in strollers was absurd.

Finding the place hadn’t been as difficult as finding the entrance amidst the droves of fancy strollers in the yard. Every combination of wheels, handles, sun screens, wind protections, ergonomic cushions, bags and trays, hoofrests, headrests, and a thousand little decorations, was on display. There couldn’t have been any need left unfulfilled by the sheer variety of these strollers.

The store’s inside was almost disappointing. The small shop floor seemed to contain the more sensible, and decidedly less exorbitant, models, behind which a large workshop area, stacked with parts, wheels and materials, and noisy with the sounds of ponies working, took up most of the space.

“Hi there,” approached them a salespony, “let me guess, you’re looking for a stroller. Well, let me tell you, you’ve come to the right place.”

“Hello,” Fluttershy said, “we were hoping to rent a stroller for a couple of days. You see, we’re here on vacation.”

“Not a problem,” the young mare said, “I’ll just give you something to fill out names and dates on.” She crouched. “Why hello there, little princess. I’m guessing the new wheels are for you?”

Scootaloo drew further behind Fluttershy’s tail.

“Um, yes,” Fluttershy said, “she’s a bit nervous around strangers.”

“Not a problem,” the salesmare said, “our strollers will make her feel right at home. Let’s see, we’ll need something bigger for a strong filly like herself. I’ll show you the biggest strollers we currently have.”

Most of the strollers were the lying down, infant carriage, kind, which were obviously too small for Scootaloo. The remaining ones had seats of various heights and postures, and looked quite inviting.

Three of the four largest strollers, though decorated with pretty gadgets of questionable usefulness, turned out to be too impractical. The materials were flimsy, and when Scootaloo tried climbing on them, they threatened to tip over. The fourth one, though, looked much bigger and heavier, and more suitable for Scootaloo’s stature.

“This one looks rather nice,” Fluttershy said.

“Ah, the premium model,” the salespony said, “It’s too plain for most ponies, but I personally believe it’s technically our finest yet. What do you think, shall we give it a try? Come on, up you go.”

With practiced hooves, she grabbed Scootaloo under the pits of her forelegs and lifted her up, gently lowering her into the stroller’s seat.

Scootaloo was immediately enamored. The seat of strongly woven textile was tilted back just slightly, so she could sink into it comfortably, while the ergonomic cushioning supported her back, and helped her sit up straight. The stroller was very stable and didn’t tilt at all, and the rubber wheels had actual suspensions, for some bouncy fun if nothing more.

That was already more than solid, but there also seemed to be no shortage of nifty little surprises. The stroller had little pockets built into the fabric around the back, a tray underneath the seat, and a cushioned strap between the handles, which would allow Fluttershy to walk it effortlessly with her shoulders.

“And speaking of straps,” the salesmare said, “we’ve got every safety feature you’d expect in order to keep princess secure. The belt comes out of this … ” From a small flap, she unfolded the cushioned seat belt and clicked it shut across Scootaloo’s midsection. “ … and another one ... excuse me, but I need to get through here.”

It still felt weird, being the center of attention like this, but Scootaloo willed herself to let the mare push her hind legs apart. Despite the resounding crinkling of Scootaloo’s obtrusively bulging pants, a brief, and most casual, glance was the only attention the mare paid. She retrieved the strap dangling between Scootaloo’s legs and pulled it up to click it into the seat belt.

“There,” the salesmare said, “Now there’s no way little cutie here can slip out under the seat belt. Tucked in all nice and safe. What do you say, give it a whirl?”

The world began moving as Fluttershy began pushing the stroller. Scootaloo briefly tensed up and held on to the frame, but the wondrous comfort quickly lulled her in. Indeed, she actually was all tucked in, and the secure cushiness was so relaxing, it almost made her drowsy on the spot. The floor passed by on its own, and everything around suddenly became a fascinating curiosity to be leisurely examined.

It was almost better than flying.

Scootaloo turned her head up and found Fluttershy smiling down at her. The sight was so wonderful, Scootaloo couldn’t help bursting into bubbling laughter, making Fluttershy and the mare giggle.

“I think she likes it,” Fluttershy said.

“That’s a match if I’ve ever seen one,” the salesmare said, “very well, shall we?”

Fluttershy completed the purchase and left the store with Scootaloo.

Getting through the sales display was no problem whatsoever for the surprisingly nimble stroller. Only for the sharpest of turns did Fluttershy need to use her forehooves, but otherwise she could walk it quite comfortably the way she would usually walk.

“Boy, am I happy we don’t have any of that tacky junk,” Scootaloo said, “those dangling things and screens would be super annoying.”

“The other strollers probably aren’t suitable for windy weather,” Fluttershy said, shaking her mane out of her face, “we’re lucky we don’t have to take any decorations off of your stroller, Scoots. How do you like it? Are you satisfied?”

“It’s so awesome,” Scootaloo beamed, “So comfy and so much fun! Now I have the most awesome stroller in the world.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Fluttershy said, “I think it’s pretty nifty, too.”

“Thanks, Fluttershy,” Scootaloo said, “Um, I hope it wasn’t too much of a bother. I don’t want to be … a burden to you.” After all, Fluttershy had been doing all of this of her own volition.

Fluttershy nuzzled the top of Scootaloo’s head.

“Don’t you worry about it, Scoots,” Fluttershy said, “Let’s just enjoy it together.”

They quickly got back on track.

By now, the road was more deserving of its title as Trail of Sights. It really looked like a trail, as it snaked its way upward along the incline. There were far fewer ponies about on the scenic route, as opposed to the main streets, so much so that the path’s paving gave way to much prettier natural stone.

Scootaloo held on to the edge of her stroller and enjoyed the gorgeous view. This side of the city seemed much more vested in industry rather than trade. The sprawling expanse of efficient looking building complexes and transport pathways were sprinkled with precious metals and rare crystals shining and glittering magically in the late afternoon sun.

The count of at least three large gemstone capacitor arrays fed into several pylons, which noticeably formed a connection uphill and straight into the city pillar. The monumental cloud column was quite close now, and its dark side was aglow with arcanery. Figures. It must take a lot of energy to keep an entire other city overhead. The dark rumbling of raw magical power in the shadows was proof enough.

“Look, I think it’s some kind of ruin,” Fluttershy said, “The sign says, Skyview sights trail, The last keep of the Pendaros.”

On top of an overhang was a wide area sprinkled with remains and ruined walls, centered around some sort of impressively high stone pillar. The area was delimited by a steep trench spanned by a little bridge.

“Why do we have to go over this bridge?” Scootaloo said.

“It’s a cloud bridge, Scoots,” Fluttershy said, “it’s there to make sure only pegasus ponies can cross. Looks like most of the ruins are standing only on clouds, which could be dangerous for non-fliers.”

The ruins showed the layouts of walls, rooms and entire buildings, which apparently used to stand there. There were several signs detailing the history of the place, but Scootaloo was too busy marvelling at the mystifying patterns of sediment and moss on the age old slabs of stone. She bent over to see around a corner, and looking straight back at her was a familiar face with a familiar sun hat.

“Magnolia!” Scootaloo said.

“Scootaloo!” Magnolia said.

Scootaloo tried to slide and squirm out of the stroller, but the belt and the strap between her legs kept her in place unrelentingly.

“Not like that, silly,” Magnolia said, “Somepony else has to open it up for you. Here, let me help.”

She unlatched the seat belt and opened the strap, and Scootaloo was free to hop out the seat and hug her friend.

“Had an inkling we’d catch you up here,” Magnolia’s mom said, “my little one just loves to come up here and look at the rocks.”

“They’re constructions, mommy,” Magnolia corrected her.

“You’re right, you’re right,” she said, giving her daughter an affectionate nuzzle.

“What is this place?” Fluttershy said, “It’s quite large. Feels like something important happened here.”

“Oh!” Magnolia bounced excitedly, “It was an ancient castle and the revolution happened here! Come on, Scootaloo, let me show you everything.”

“Hope you’re prepared for a lecture, Scootaloo,” Magnolia’s mom called after them.

“Um, what’s a Pendaros?” Scootaloo said.

“The Pendarors was the last family that ruled at the end of Skyview’s feudal age,” Magnolia said.

“Last family?” Scootaloo said, “So they were the ones who spent all that money on the magistrate building?”

Magnolia was almost taken aback. “You know about them?” she said.

“I just found out recently,” Scootaloo said, “but I didn’t know any names.”

“There were tons of ruling families before them,” Magnolia said, “the Pendaros family were the last ones, before them the vast Sciiana dynasty had taken hold of the city, and even before them the Bea Faan hegemony from far away sat on the throne. But, yeah, the feudal ages ended thousands of years ago, mostly because of all the money spending.”

“Wow, I never knew there had been so many,” Scootaloo said, “ponies must have been pretty mad with them in the end.”

“Yeah,” Magnolia said, “so mad they kicked their houses out of the clouds.”

“You mean, like, really kicked everything through the clouds?” Scootaloo said, “Wow.”

“Well, I don’t think they’d just let valuable stuff fall down on the earth,” Magnolia said, “but this is all that remains.”

Apparently even the ground had been forcefully evicted, which is why they stood mostly on clouds, surrounded by what was basically rubble. The level of destruction was quite impressive.

“That doesn’t mean they were bad through,” Magnolia said, “every ruling family tried to do its best, in the way they thought was best, and has left and mark on the city. There were so many, and all of them were different, which is why Skyview has the many different things that it has today. The Pendaros were famous for building this.”

She pointed toward the pillar. In fact, it wasn’t a simple pillar, but a high arch with a flat top spanning between two pillars.

“This is the last standing segment of the grand aqueduct,” Magnolia explained, “They built it across the entire city so that ponies who weren’t pegasi would have no more troubles getting water. They also supplied their own castle here with that aqueduct. Come on, I’ll show you the rooms.”

The castle had been amazingly intricate. Underneath every large room and staircase section were the remains of storage chambers and hidden cellars. Sometimes even the walls between rooms had served to squeeze in more storage space. The Pendaros must have had a lot of stuff to store.

The larder was huge and placed near the barracks, in order to provision the standing workforce efficiently. Rooms were situated deftly in general, there was clearly a high level of architectural prowess on display. Only the throne room was nowhere to be found, apparently the symbolic seat of power had been completely destroyed during the uprising.

“Look at that small building,” Scootaloo said, “it’s chock full of little signs and symbols. There must have been a lot of stuff in there.”

“It’s the most well preserved building on the compound,” Magnolia said, “and it’s still valuable for the archeological institute.”

“Well, I’ll say,” Scootaloo said, “looks like it’s held together by all that tape.”

“Hey, Scootaloo, wanna know something funny?” Magnolia said, barely able to contain her snickering.

“What?” Scootaloo said.

“That building, it was a toilet,” Magnolia said.

Scootaloo immediately burst out laughing. She didn’t know why it was so funny, but she could barely catch her breath.

“Are you saying,” Scootaloo howled, “the archeologists crawled around in there where other ponies went potty?”

Magnolia nodded, already in tears herself, raising Scootaloo’s humor even further, and the two friends laughed together until they were out of breath. The thought was just silly.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anypony so amused by ancient history,” Magnolia’s mom said when the two giggling fillies returned. “Look, if you like ruins so much, you might want to check out the amphitheater nearby. It was technically part of this castle, but it’s been somewhat restored. Just follow the little path over there.”

“I think we will,” Fluttershy said, “We’ve learned so much about the amazing history of this place already.”

“Then you’d better get going before the sun goes down,” Magnolia’s mom said, “I’m sure you’ll like it. Come on, squirt, let’s go hit the road, too.”

Magnolia could already clamber into her stroller on her own, like a big filly. But Scootaloo had to wait to be seated by Fluttershy. The fillies got buckled in, everypony said their goodbyes, and Scootaloo and Magnolia exchanged a hoof bump across strollers. Soon they had parted ways.

The amphitheater’s rounded shape was already visible at the end of the small path. Fluttershy held a secure grip on the stroller all the way downhill.

“You seem to have made a pretty clever new friend, Scoots,” Fluttershy said.

“Magnolia knows everything about this place,” Scootaloo said, “and the way she tells it is so cool. She knows some really funny or amazing stories that happened here.”

“That’s nice,” Fluttershy said fondly, “kind of reminds me of Twilight when she speaks about Canterlot.”

Scootaloo gasped. “Do other places have cool stories too?” she said, “What about Ponyville?”

“I’m sure they have,” Fluttershy giggled.

“I need to bring a cool story for Magnolia the next time we meet,” Scootaloo said.

But there were so many places around Ponyville. She’d need to check them all out. Where had she stashed that history book from school again?

The path wasn’t too long, and soon they were on paved ground again. In fact, it wasn’t only paved, but there was soft earth and even a bit of grass underhoof.

The ancient amphitheater had been restored, but apparently into a green area instead of a building. The auditorium was intact, circular rows of seats in shining marble, except for the occasional dark patch, where the original stone was still intact. The steps all led down toward the center podium, but the area where the actors’ building would have been was greenery and more seating instead.

There were few ponies around, and most of them appeared to be young couples enjoying the privacy behind corners and decorative elements. Scootaloo quickly tore her eyes away before she found out what exactly that particular couple was doing behind that particular column.

She was lifted out of her stroller and placed on top of the steps. Fluttershy led the way down, and Scootaloo toddled after her, marvelling at the size of the construction.

“What grand plays they must have shown here,” Scootaloo said, “this place must have been able to hold hundreds of ponies. I can’t even imagine what it’s like trying to perform in front of them all.”

“Me neither,” Fluttershy said, “but looks like they can.”

In the middle of the podium, there was a young pony couple. He was up on his hind legs, wildly performing some kind of act, while she sat by and listened. Scootaloo could catch a few words as she walked by.

“ … leave me be,” he said, “no more will I be part of this insane ploy. Do not look me after.”

“I relay the throne to you, for I have become … for I have found … Ah, horse apples!”

“Doesn’t seem too successful,” Scootaloo said.

Fluttershy went to read the posters detailing the history of the place. This had been an influential place of entertainment, but also an important social contact area for ponies of ancient times. There used to be several plays in a row, and the rulers made sure the plays would be most dramatic and emotionally stimulating, such that they could they could coerce their malleable affiliates into important political decisions during the hour long breaks. How clever!

Scootaloo discovered broad grooves in the stone that led off the side of the building. That was where the Pendaros’ aqueduct had connected with the site and supplied water to the fountains and sanitary installations. The side of the auditorium went quite a bit further before it merged into the landscape. How could ponies back then have stacked those massive slabs of rock so high?

She went down into the arena and past the podium. The other side of the amphitheater was situated against a small cliff. The top of the delimiting wall seemed like a perfect place to sit and enjoy the view.

Scootaloo gathered herself, and jumped, and tried to reach the edge of the wall. But she couldn’t reach it.

She jumped again and even fluttered her wings, but her hooftips came just short. She prepared for her highest jump yet, when somepony giggled.

“What are you doing there, little filly?” she said. It was the young mare from the podium. “Oh my, aren’t you just the most precious little thing. Oh, just look at you! Were you trying to get up on that wall?”

“Um, yes,” Scootaloo said to the strange mare.

“Go ahead, try it again, little filly,” she said, “I’m sure you’ll succeed this time.”

The intense attention from the mare made Scootaloo nervous, but she nevertheless gathered herself as best she could and jumped into the air. The mare immediately caught her around the midsection and flew up, setting Scootaloo down on top of the wall.

“You did it!” the mare cheered.

“Wow,” Scootaloo said, “um, thank you.”

“Oh, you’re so cute!” the mare beamed, “You’re just the cutest, most adorable little filly. Oh, I could just … “ she made some more cooing sounds while ruffling Scootaloo’s mane with her hoof.

Thankfully, her partner appeared, and Fluttershy followed right after.

“Would you stop doing that to the filly’s mane,” the stallion said, “or the style is going to remain permanent.”

“Oh, she’s always had a bit of a stubborn mane,” Fluttershy said.

“Well, good evening there,” the stallion said courtly, “allow me to introduce us. Her name is Hera.”

“And he’s called Klieg,” she said.

“She is my muse, for when require divine inspiration,” Klieg said.

“And he’s my coltfriend,” Hera said, rolling her eyes.

“I’m Fluttershy, and this is Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “and we’re doing some sightseeing.”

“Oh, what better sight to see than this,” Klieg said, indicating the entirety of the amphitheater, “the place in which thoughts of monumental magnitude have sprung to life.”

“Right now, you’re the one trying to make a thought spring to life,” Hera said.

“It is so, for the accursed exam committee is aiming to force my hoof in this untimely fashion,” Klieg said.

“Exam?” Scootaloo said, “Are you going to school?”

“Yes, for I am a student of the school of life,” Klieg said, “and the academy of arts and theatre.”

“Which is why he needs to create a play, for the big exam,” Hera said.

“Tragically so,” Klieg said, “you can not force genius.”

“So you have a school of archaeology and a school of arts in Skyview?” Fluttershy said.

“That is but a small facet of the mosaic,” Klieg said, “this fair city of ours is home to many renowned universities and schools and centerpiece of vast trade networks, for it is founded upon the pillars of commerce and philosophy.”

“Which are also pretty much your only options, when you’re a cloud city that doesn’t specialize on weather,” Hera said, “still, it makes for a very interesting place to settle down in, don’t you think so? Huh, Klieg?”

“Excuse me for saying,” Fluttershy giggled, “but he doesn’t exactly seem the settle down type.”

“Oh, that’s another one of his acts,” Hera said, “why else would he always get all blushy whenever I mention other parents with their little foals?”

“I’m not getting blushy!” Klieg complained, crossing his forehooves and pouting.

“Especially blushy,” Hera said, “when they’re as cute as little Scootaloo here. Isn’t that right darling? Come here, dear, wanna give me a hug?”

Scootaloo wasn’t sure what to think about the two, but the prospect of a hug was pretty enticing. She moved closer to Hera, stood on her hind legs and leaned into the waiting embrace. Hera smelled intensely of perfume, but the hug was really comfortable, full of genuine admiration.

“You have a very pretty and cute little filly, Fluttershy,” Hera said dreamily, “I just wanted you to know that.”

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said, “I quite enjoy hugging her myself.”

“Hark, time have I naught for such worldly concerns,” Klieg said, “for I must create greatness, or drown my failures out of this world.”

“Yeah, yeah, Klieg,” Hera said, “we’re going to the Turnpike soon.”

“The Turnpike?” Scootaloo said, “What’s that.”

“It’s a popular nightclub in the city,” Hera explained, “the city, that’s the middle part of Skyview, right above us. And a nightclub, that’s where grown ups go to dance and have fun.”

A nightclub! Scootaloo was well versed in nightclubs, she’d be able to hold the pace. “That sounds awesome,” Scootaloo said, “can we go, Fluttershy, please?”

Everypony present giggled.

“I believe you’re a bit too young for that, Scootaloo,” Hera said, “the nightclub is way too loud, and all the adults are drinking icky adult drinks. You wouldn’t like that, precious little filly.”

“Hmm,” Klieg said aloud, “they do have an outside area at the Turnpike though, don’t they? You could come by and just relax for a bit.”

“Um, maybe,” Fluttershy said, “If it’s not too late. We were actually hoping to look at the harbour before it gets dark.”

“The harbour,” Klieg said, “most iconic of masterpieces. You are in luck, because it lies right on your way to the lifts. And, alas, there was a large mooring scheduled for this evening, wasn’t it?”

“I believe so,” Hera said, “these huge airships come in regularly. And you’ve got a bit of time left to catch it, too.”

“That sounds great,” Fluttershy said, “What do you say, Scootaloo? Do you wanna see the huge airship?”

Scootaloo gasped. “The airship! Yes, please! I wanna see the airship,” she said excitedly, clopping her hooves together.

Hera almost melted. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said, nuzzling Scootaloo all over the side of her head.

She gave Fluttershy directions and turned back to tend to her coltfriend.

“That’s it,” Klieg mumbled, “I will be no part of this ploy. Do not look me after. I abdicate the throne, for I have found the joy, of a foal’s laughter. That’s brilliant!” With that, he flew back down to the podium.

“I’d better get after him,” Hera said, “he never writes down what he says. Have a nice walk, you two, and maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Scootaloo and Fluttershy waved goodbye, but remained there for a moment longer. The evening sun was warm, making the top of the wall quite a comfortable spot.

Those ponies had been funny. Was everypony in Skyview like this? Was everypony in every new place like this? Scootaloo had never imagined travelling far away would be so exciting in such ways. Everytime she met somepony new, it was weird and awkward but also funny at first, and the more they talked, the more funny and exciting things seemed to get.

Luckily, Scootaloo was confident enough to meet new ponies easily. But even more luckily, she had Fluttershy close by, taking her to the coolest and most interesting places.

Suddenly, Scootaloo felt the most intense need to hug Fluttershy. She shuffled and crinkled over to her, and Fluttershy immediately knew what was up, embracing her tightly.

It was a very natural and worldly hug, not much more than the satisfaction of a need. But that satisfaction left them both happier when they parted.

Soon, Scootaloo was lifted off the wall and onto the ground. They crossed the ground and ascended the stairs back up to where the stroller stood. Fluttershy went first, but kept a comfortably slow pace so Scootaloo could pleasantly climb the stairs behind her.

It seemed there were quite a few stairs more upwards than had been when they had come down. Scootaloo wanted to take the time to look back on this pretty place, but her mind was on something else entirely. All this talk about water supplies and sanitation had made a very certain fullness to her stomach all the more apparent, and the urge was intensifying rapidly as she moved.

“Um, Fluttershy?” Scootaloo said meekly.

“What is it?” Fluttershy said.

“I … um, I …” Scootaloo stammered. The words sounded so silly in her head.

“What’s the matter, Scootaloo?” Fluttershy said, stepping closer, “you can tell me.”

“I, um,” Scootaloo said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay,” Fluttershy said. When Scootaloo didn’t say anything, Fluttershy smiled. “I’m just wondering, because that question is rather unusual from a little foal. You know that, right?”

Scootaloo couldn’t bring out a word, so she nodded. Fluttershy was talking so amazingly normally to her.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom in your diapers, Scootaloo?” Fluttershy said.

“Would … ” Scootaloo squeaked, “would that be okay for you?”

“Yes, that would be okay,” Fluttershy said, “because I wouldn’t have expected any different. I just had to make sure that you wanted it, too.”

Scootaloo could barely contain her excitement, but Fluttershy just smiled reassuringly. “In that case,” Scootaloo said, “c-can I go in my diaper, please?”

“Yes, you may,” Fluttershy said, “go ahead.”

They stood silently.

Right, this was the part where Scootaloo went.

Her tail twitched.

She moved her hooves.

And then, calm breathing.

Actually, she had no idea what to do, on the spot.

“Need some help?” Fluttershy giggled, “Okay then. Do you need to go pee pee, Scoots?”

“Um, yes,” Scootaloo said.

“Okay, come here,” Fluttershy said, “I’ll hold you.”

Fluttershy sat down on the edge of a step and beckoned Scootaloo over. Scootaloo nervously stepped closer. She was turned around, and Fluttershy hooked one foreleg around her chest, lifting Scootaloo up and holding her closely, wrapping the other foreleg around Scootaloo’s stomach for stability.

It quickly became obvious what Fluttershy was trying to do. Scootaloo was being held over the precipice of the step on which Fluttershy sat, her weight in Fluttershy’s secure hold and her legs kind of dangling limply.

“This is how you would hold a little foal who needs to go, but can’t yet move in the tall grass on her own,” Fluttershy said softly, “well, you’re not exactly going into any grass, Scoots, but you get the idea.”

Quite the opposite, in fact, as Scootaloo was still fully clothed, not even feeling the wind on her hind legs thanks to her woolen (light red) pantyhose. It was all the more unbelievable that it was actually about to happen. Fluttershy’s presence, and her gentle caress of Scootaloo’s belly had their intended effect.

The urge to relieve herself mounted, and Scootaloo willed herself to remain relaxed. She reflexively tried to lift her tail, but Fluttershy was in the way, so it just kind of remained limply between her hind legs.

Finally, a little bit of pee dribbled out and promptly stained her underwear. Scootaloo instinctively squirmed and nervously squeezed her legs together like a little filly who just realized she was having an accident in her pants.

“It’s okay, Scoots,” Fluttershy whispered, “just let it happen. It’s fine, you’re doing great.”

It was no use anyway, the thick bulk between her legs prevented Scootaloo’s thighs from coming anywhere near each other, and so she had to just kind of give up trying to hold it back.

Scootaloo crouched a bit, slightly sticking her butt out in instinct, and just began relieving herself in earnest. She relaxed into Fluttershy’s embrace, and focussed on enjoying the primal feeling of lightness and emptiness.

Scootaloo could feel a bit of the warm liquid splash back as she relieved herself freely, but all of it just amazingly vanished in the fluff of her diaper momentarily. It felt kind of really neat.

There were ponies around. She wasn’t alone. It was weird, but also kind of exciting, that Scootaloo was doing something so foalish right there where she stood. She was sure she had caught somepony glancing at them on the stairs, and it made her a bit anxious, so Scootaloo made sure to do her business quickly, and then kind of finished up.

“Are you all done, Scoots?” Fluttershy said.

“Um, I think so … I’m not sure,” Scootaloo said.

“That’s alright,” Fluttershy said, “little foals don’t have to finish up in one go. If you ever feel like it, you can just use your diaper again, okay?”

“Okay,” Scootaloo said.

Scootaloo was put back on her hooves. She immediately noticed the slightly increased weight tugging on her hips, but other than that, she felt absolutely fine. She took a tentative step, but there were no problems whatsoever.

“And?” Fluttershy giggled, “how does it feel?”

“It feels,” Scootaloo said, “it feels kind of the same as before, actually.”

She had to waddle while walking, but that had been like that always. The only real difference was the large, warm stain on her clothing right underneath her butt, but it didn’t actually feel too foreign, because her underwear was already quite warm and comforting.

“Well, that’s good,” Fluttershy said, “that’s what a good diaper is supposed to feel like. A good diaper is supposed to be pleasant and comfortable for the baby, no matter what.”

Scootaloo grinned, “Thanks, Fluttershy!”

“You’re very welcome, Scoots,” Fluttershy said and nuzzled Scootaloo a bit on the cheek. The giggles again came very easily. “Do you think you can go all the way up the stairs for me, so we can put you in your stroller?”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo said excitedly.

She proceeded to waddle and crinkle up the steps, and Fluttershy was happy to keep an eye on her delightful little princess.