Fluttershy eventually emerged from the club.

The loud music had left her wobbly, and she was visibly sweating, but she still danced on dreamily, with the relaxed ease of a party pony in her element.

“So?” Victory said, “I’ll take it you’ve been having fun?”

“This music sure is bewildering,” Fluttershy said, “but the ponies inside do know how to make the best of it. I can’t believe they can go on like this for hours. That can’t be good for your hearing, can it?”

“You have to cut them some slack, Fluttershy,” Victory said, “they’re young, they’re full of energy, and they can still take take a beating. Speaking of which, how about another drink to cool your throat?”

“Um, no thanks,” Fluttershy said, “I’d rather finish up for tonight and get Scootaloo to bed. It’s getting late.”

Victory laughed. “Yeah, I can see you still have some sense in you,” she said, “Know what? I believe I’ll be taking Terry home now as well. Are you going to find that hotel? It’s not too far away.”

“Yes,” Fluttershy said, “your directions were clear.”

“Good,” Victory said, “it’s a decent hotel, you’ll like it. Now then, let’s get.”

Terry and Scootaloo were called over to leave. They still had to pack up the dolls, however, so Terry took Skip and Pip and carried them over to their accessory purse.

Scootaloo slipped off the swing to follow her, but she stumbled a bit before catching herself. Standing up straight proved considerably more difficult than earlier, seeing how her diaper had swollen up so massively. Whereas the sodden fluff had previously simply been warm and heavy, Scootaloo’s diaper had finally caught up with all the liquid that it had been soaked with, distributing it everywhere from front to back, and swelling up to keep it in place. The diaper was way too full to be able to wick any of the urine out of Scootaloo’s fur, but at least the liquid wasn’t pooling inside the plastic anymore.

Scootaloo did the best she could do given the circumstances, and carefully moved one leg in front of the others, step by step, trying her best to work against the resistance of the sodden mass hanging between her thighs. She had it figured out soon enough, a skill every little baby needed to have, and Scootaloo toddled, not particularly quickly, but nevertheless happily, back over to her friend.

They packed up and stowed away the comb, the brush, and any additional accessories that had been required for doll grooming. Scootaloo was even allowed to carry the purse, while Terry took the dolls. They went over to the adults and stashed their stuff in Terry’s satchel.

Fluttershy was there too, so Scootaloo walked up to her and began nuzzling into the fuzzy collar of her jacket to get her attention.

“Oh, hello there, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy giggled, “are you all set to go? Let’s look for nice, warm bed, shall we?”

“Um, Miss Fluttershy,” Terry said, “I think Scootaloo needs a new diaper.”

“Does she now?” Fluttershy said, “Well, let’s have a look.”

Scootaloo was turned around so the big ponies could take a look at her butt. She would have protested the treatment, but it was Fluttershy, and Fluttershy surely knew what was best for her.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said. She had pulled back the waistband of Scootaloo’s diaper. Venturing a gander past her tail revealed the thoroughly mottled and glistening fur of her buttocks. “Seems we had better get her all cleaned up before bed.”

Terry had stolen subtle glances to see what Fluttershy was doing. And, in Terry’s case, subtle glances meant that she was practically standing on Fluttershy’s shoulders, ogling into Scootaloo’s diaper.

“Really?” Terry said, “How can you tell?”

“When you see moisture on baby’s skin,” Fluttershy said, snapping Scootaloo’s pants fast again, “it means that her diaper is full, and it’s high time for a new diaper. Good catch, Terry. Thank you for telling me.”

“You’re welcome,” Terry beamed, “I thought about it, maybe I could try to work in a daycare and take care of all the little foals.”

“I’m sure you’d be great doing that,” Fluttershy said.

Terry gasped. “Auntie, did you hear that?” she said.

“You? In a daycare?” Victory said, “I’ve seen crazier things happen. Tell you what, we can see if we can’t find a place, if you really want.”

“Yes! That’s so cool,” Terry cheered. She gave Scootaloo a hug. “Thanks, Scootaloo.”

“Um,” Scootaloo said, hugging back, “you’re welcome?”

Everypony said their goodbyes, and Terry bounced off at Victory’s side.

Scootaloo was tucked into her stroller. She couldn’t really feel the seat through the sodden bulk she was sitting on, but she was still pretty cozy, just snuggling in and watching the world pass by as Fluttershy walked her out of the park.

Finally, the Turnpike’s obnoxiously loud music began to fade away. The park wasn’t very large, and soon they were back on the way they had come from. Partying was cool and all, but it was high time to turn in. Scootaloo yawned.

“Terry seemed rather happy, didn’t she?” Fluttershy said.

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun playing,” Scootaloo said.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Fluttershy said.

“Did you have fun in the club too?” Scootaloo said.

“Oh, the ambience was quite exquisite,” Fluttershy said, “I do enjoy a brief mingle from time to time.”

“Kinda makes me wish I could have gone too,” Scootaloo said, “I would have rocked that party all night.”

“I’m sure you would have,” Fluttershy giggled, “but I’m sorry, Scoots, they don’t let little fillies in there.”

Scootaloo made to protest, but found that she couldn’t. Fluttershy’s logic was flawless. Instead, she earned a nuzzle on the back of her head. The gentle touch was so comforting, Scootaloo let out a sigh and promptly slouched back into her seat.

The city was way less pompous than the lower city, but that didn’t mean it had lost any of its grandeur. The plain buildings were now five or six stories high, instead of two, and the streets were paved so smoothly, the stroller rolled almost by itself. There was nopony outside this late, only the fewest windows shone with light.

The houses grew higher and higher in the distance, almost as if to mimic the far away cloud spire, rising up high and sprouting the upper city like a mushroom’s cap. The upper city must have been densely populated, it glowed like a mass of hundreds of little stars. The sight was quite elegant in its own right.

The side alley connected to the main street, which distinguished itself by the rows of dark shop displays and cleared menu signs that lay tranquil in the subtle moonlight. The moon was rather pretty today. It wasn’t quite full, just enough to please the eyes with its gentle radiance, but still faint enough to permit the sprinkles of galaxies to twinkle on the firmament.

But the beauty of the stars faded against the radiance of Fluttershy’s stunning face. Scootaloo couldn’t take her eyes off Fluttershy’s immaculate features. Her long and slender muzzle flowed with an elegance so flawless to surpass even the regal face of the moon itself. Her great, smooth mane tantalizingly shrouded her shoulders behind an intricate veil of rose secrets. And her cerulean eyes were an infinite depth so formidable, the vastness sparkling in them might have gone on forever.

Suddenly, Scootaloo felt very, very small.

“Is something amiss?” Fluttershy’s voice caressed her ears.

“No,” Scootaloo said.

She stopped staring at Fluttershy.

“Uh, thanks, Fluttershy,” she said, “for … for everything.”

“You’re welcome, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said.

“I don’t remember being this happy,” Scootaloo said, “like, in a long while. I hope I’m not … I hope I’m not being a burden to you.”

“Oh, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “why would you think that you were a burden to me?”

“Because,” Scootaloo said, “because you are doing so much for me. You’re putting in so much effort, just so that I can feel happy. You’re being so good to me. And I’m just … I’m just sitting here, and … well … “

Scootaloo squeezed together her hind legs to make her point, but the big, round, crinkly bulge in her pants wouldn’t even permit her knees to touch.

Fluttershy stopped and came around the front of the stroller. Cerulean depths, fixated directly on Scootaloo.

“Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “you’re not being a burden. I’m glad I can do my part to help make you feel better, but, in fact, this was all you. We’re here because of you, and your curiosity tells me we’re on a good track. You’re the one who went out and talked to ponies. You’re the one who made new friends. I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, but I’m glad I did.”

“But -” Scootaloo said, but Fluttershy came in and began nuzzling her.

Fluttershy’s amazingly delicate nose thoroughly searched around Scootaloo’s cheeks, behind her ears and down her neck, utterly mollifying her body and piercing straight through to her very essence. Her bitter thoughts were annulled by the all-encompassing sweetness of the thorough coddle, the touch bursting with affection, making Scootaloo feel at the deepest peace.

“There you go, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “everything’s fine. You’re doing just great. Do you want to have a kiss on your cheek?”

“Yes, please,” Scootaloo squawked.

Fluttershy planted her lips on Scootaloo’s cheek, and kept them there for long enough to make it really count, then she switched over and kissed her other cheek as well.

“There,” Fluttershy said, “Now, Scootaloo, I want you to know that I like you very, very much. And I think that you are a great pony. And it makes me very happy to see you enjoying yourself. I know you’ve been in a bit of a slump recently, but I think this will do you good.”

“I also like you very, very much, Fluttershy,” Scootaloo said, “Can I call you mommy?”

Scootaloo slapped a hoof on her mouth.

Oh no.

That was the dumbest thing she could have said right now.

Fluttershy was taken aback.

Had Scootaloo ruined everything?

But Fluttershy promptly closed in and embraced Scootaloo.

“Oh, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, and held her fast. Weird. This hug felt much different than the previous ones. Whereas Scootaloo could have wiggled herself free at any moment, she found that she didn’t want to, in fact she didn’t even want to humour the thought. The contact was magnetic, it attracted Scootaloo, it made Scootaloo long for more, she hugged back, she pressed herself into Fluttershy’s fuzzy clothing, listened to her breath, tasted her aroma. It was raw and unburdened, unconditional, emotion. Fluttershy had said it herself. This was what Scootaloo needed, the antipole to the less than pleasant experiences in her recent past, a chance to let go, a chance to recharge.

“You are a very strong pony, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “I would be honored to be your mommy.” She smiled so softly. “Will you be my little baby filly in return?”

“I … I’d … ” Scootaloo said, “I’d like that very much … mommy.”

Scootaloo received one final kiss on the forehead. This one was the same, but also so different, because it was the first kiss she got from her mommy, and that alone made the warmth seem so much more all-encompassing.

“Thank you,” Scootaloo said, “mommy.”

“You’re welcome,” Fluttershy said, “my little filly.”

It was so awesome. Suddenly, she wasn’t only Scootaloo hanging around in messy underwear anymore, but now she was a little filly, completely entrusting herself to her mommy to get her nice and fresh, and to take care of her. She couldn’t help herself. Scootaloo loved the thought so much, it almost drowned out the heartbeat in her ears.

“Mommy?” Scootaloo said.

“Yes?” Fluttershy said.

“Are we going to the hotel now?” Scootaloo said.

“Yes we are,” Fluttershy said, “and I’m going to get my little filly all freshened up and tucked in for bed. Does that sound nice?”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo said.

The hotel wasn’t too far off the main street. As soon as they made their turn, the building already stood out from the neighbouring houses. Scootaloo had to squint her eyes, so bright were the lights pointing onto the sign, The Cloud Home Hotel. There was a little shelter where a few scooters had been deposited, so they parked the stroller in there.

Despite its name, the hotel was not a cloud home, but quite an ordinary hotel with a large, airy lounge, furnished in modern simplicity and lined in clean marble and polished metal railings. The hotel manager had seemed asleep on the front desk, but snapped into a hearty welcome, possibly talking to somepony in his dreams, as soon as they entered.

“Good evening,” Fluttershy said, “I am looking for a room for me and my foal.”

He looked past Fluttershy to see Scootaloo waddling in behind her. “Ah, yes, of course,” the manager said, “We have a family room vacant. It has everything you would need to take care of yourself and the little miss. The kitchen also serves baby appropriate food, if desired. If that seems to your pleasing, you would only need to sign the guest book here.”

The manager led them through a desolate kitchen, the wooden paneling of which however smelled very much alive. Their room was the first one in the hallway. It was pretty, it had lots of little glowing spots in the ceiling.

“Here we are,” the manager said, “The room is equipped with a large bed and a couch, and here is the small bed for the little miss. You can pull up the sides to make a crib, if you wish. In the bathroom we have a changing table fully stocked with care products to your free availability. Please put used diapers in the labeled bin. Soap and toothbrush are provided, towel service is at noon. If you need anything, I’ll be at the front desk. Have a good night.”

The manager had spoken with perfectly practiced politeness, though Scootaloo still wasn’t convinced he had fully woken up. Without missing a beat, he retreated and closed the door behind him. Fluttershy immediately took off her saddlebags and put them in a corner.

“Wow,” she sighed, “about time I got rid of those. I could really use a hot shower right now.”

Fluttershy took off her heavy travelling jacket. Scootaloo stood there patiently and watched, seeing how she couldn’t really do anything else. The room wasn’t too large, but the furniture, along with a small night stand, fit pretty snugly. She could see the opposite house through the windows. Their curtains had dots on them.

“Okay, that’s better,” Fluttershy said, finally rid of her clothing. She stretched her wings and stood on her hooftips, shaking out her legs. “Now, on to you, Scoots.”

Fluttershy unzipped Scootaloo’s jacket and made her step out of the sleeves. Then her undershirt was rolled up over her belly and pulled over her head. The world briefly vanished behind the white cotton, and when it was pulled away, Scootaloo was looking right in her mommy’s face. The sight was so funny, she couldn’t help giggling.

“You like that, huh?” Fluttershy cooed, “Being undressed is funny?”

Scootaloo held her hind legs still so Fluttershy could untie her laces and pull off the boots. Then Fluttershy opened the buttons above Scootaloo’s tail. The skirt came away easily, but that left Scootaloo standing in her pantyhose, which was stretched to its limits, trying to contain her bulging and crinkling rear.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said, “This isn’t going to be so easy. Maybe if we …”

Fluttershy grabbed the pantyhose’s waist and began carefully working it over Scootaloo’s butt. She kept one side up and wiggled down the other, and Scootaloo helped by holding her tail out of the way and trying to squirm against Fluttershy’s rhythm. The fabric tightened one last time, but together they managed to overcome the resistance, and Fluttershy could pull the pantyhose all the way down.

Scootaloo’s diaper sagged. Severely. All the weight suddenly tugged at her hips, making it difficult to stand, but the weird sensation of the warm, bulging plastic, suddenly hanging between her legs, was even more surprising. Scootaloo’s panties were still barely above her knees, desperately trying to make a difference, but they stood no chance against the saggy mass.

“Wow, I didn’t expect it to feel this way,” Scootaloo said.

“Yeah, this pantyhose really did its job keeping everything in place,” Fluttershy said, “but, don’t worry, Scoots, it’s just a full diaper. Foals have them sometimes, don’t they? You’ll see, we’ll have you cleaned up in no time.”

Scootaloo had to step out of her pants and her panties, and then, finally, she too was free of her clothing, at least of the more grown-up parts of her clothing.

Fluttershy reached into her saddlebag and pulled out the pack of baby diapers. She went into the bathroom and put the bag into one of the changing table’s empty shelves. It had a whole lot of little trays and drawers filled with various kinds of packets and tubes. A fresh diaper squeaked against its neighbours, when Fluttershy pulled it out.

“Oh, look how cute!” Fluttershy said, “Can you tell me what this is?”

“It’s a turtle,” Scootaloo said. Indeed, the cartoon turtle looked almost happier than its predecessor, although the elephant still seemed all smiles despite hanging pretty much between Scootaloo’s knees at this point.

Scootaloo was picked up, and sat onto the changing mat on top of the table. It was a large changing mat, bigger than you would need for most foals, and Scootaloo would fit more than comfortably. The polymer surface squeaked on contact with the diaper’s plastic, and immediately they began trying to outdo each other for who could rustle louder. The mat was quite pretty though, white in colour, with a pattern of little toys on it, and it was much softer than the one earlier today.

Fluttershy reached back and ripped open Scootaloo’s tail tape. Then she gently lifted Scootaloo’s hind legs up, and lowered the increasingly littler and littler filly onto her back.

“Listen, do you need to shower today, Scoots?” Fluttershy said.

“Shower?” Scootaloo said.

“Because Victory told me of a famous bath house earlier,” Fluttershy said, “I thought we could go there tomorrow.”

“A bath house!” Scootaloo said, “That sounds cool.”

“I think it should be fun,” Fluttershy said, “being a big tourist attraction and all. Plus, it means we don’t have to get you all washed up tonight.”

“Okay!” Scootaloo said. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around what she had just agreed to, the crinkly plastic bliss all around her was just too distracting. She just loved to hear her mommy’s voice.

Fluttershy took a washcloth and soaked it with warm water from the sink.

“Ooh, that’s good,” Scootaloo groaned when Fluttershy began cleaning her face with it.

The wonderfully warm cloth traced her facial features, her cheeks, and her muzzle, before being pulled down her neck, and gently rubbed into her chest, leaving behind a prickly feeling of cleanliness. Fluttershy wrapped it around one of Scootaloo’s forelegs and rubbed it clean, and then came the other one, the moisture wonderfully refreshing in Scootaloo’s fur.

Scootaloo was lifted up for a backrub, and she giggled like crazy during the treatment of her ticklish tummy. Fluttershy pulled out a hind leg, frazzling Scootaloo’s fur with a good rub, and then the other hind leg underwent a similar procedure.

Fluttershy spread Scootaloo’s hind legs apart and pulled open the sticky tapes around her hips. She picked up the fresh diaper and fluffed it out, so it would be nice and soft. The elastics of Scootaloo’s used diaper tried clinging to her stomach with all their strength, but the diaper was just too heavy, and it kind of slid down Scootaloo’s crotch and fell open on its own.

“You poor thing,” Fluttershy said, “come, let’s get all that yucky pee wiped away from there, shall we?”

“Um, o-okay … ” Scootaloo said.

Fluttershy put the washcloth on Scootaloo’s lower stomach and, pressing on it gently, pushed it down between her legs. Scootaloo tensed up, but Fluttershy promptly had a hoof on her stomach, stroking it calmingly.

“It’s okay, Scoots,” she said, “It’s just a little washcloth. Everything’s fine.”

Scootaloo had been wrapped up in her diaper the whole day, her legs constantly squishing and kneading the diaper fluff in various states of sogginess, which had left her skin stimulated, and very, very sensitive. Her hooves tightened their grip around the changing mat, and she intently listened to Fluttershy’s voice, while Fluttershy rubbed the warm, wet cloth back and forth, and back and forth again, in order to get Scootaloo squeaky clean.

“There, wasn’t so bad, was it?” Fluttershy said.

She grabbed Scootaloo’s hind hooves and lifted her legs in the air, over Scootaloo’s head. The motion naturally spread Scootaloo’s buttocks, and Fluttershy used the washcloth to clean Scootaloo’s exposed skin very gently.

Fluttershy gave Scootaloo’s buttocks and her cutie mark a good rubbing down, and then the, by now slightly discolored, washcloth had fulfilled its purpose in making Scootaloo fresh and sparkly, and it landed in the washing basket.

She pulled the old, soggy and distinctly yellowed diaper out from underneath Scootaloo, and Scootaloo was granted the entirety of a second out of diapers, before the backside of the fresh one was slid back under. The exhilarating contact of the heavenly soft crinkly fluff was almost too much for Scootaloo to handle.

“Good girl,” Fluttershy cooed, coming in and stealing a quick nuzzle of Scootaloo’s cheek. “See? It feels much better being all nice and clean, doesn’t it?”

Fluttershy rummaged through the drawers and unscrewed a little tub, picking up a glob of the white cream onto her hooftip.

“W-what is that?” Scootaloo said.

“It’s skin cream,” Fluttershy said, “it’s needed to protect baby’s skin from the exposure to moisture, and also to make the skin smooth and soft. It’ll feel really good after being in diapers all day, just see.”

It was quite obvious where that cream was going to go.

“B-but … but I … I’m … but,” Scootaloo stammered.

“Relax Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “You really need to stop worrying now. Just don’t think about it. It’s okay to enjoy yourself, all right?”

With that, Fluttershy squished the glob of cream onto Scootaloo’s lower belly. She gently worked it into her fur and proceeded to push it down between Scootaloo’s legs, thoroughly smearing the soothing ointment onto her skin, and making sure to push enough of it between her folds to guarantee spotless protection.

Scootaloo almost exploded. She panted, and her trembling hooves curled up. Fluttershy was the most beautiful pony she had ever seen, and it was the pure unsulliedness of that beauty that made her hold on to the last shred of self control, and keep herself from bucking her hips into the hoof right then and there.

Fluttershy wiped her hoof off on the insides of Scootaloo’s thighs, and then pulled the diaper up, adjusting the extra thick superabsorbent core to sit just at the right spot, before pulling it tight and flattening the crinkly cartoon turtle against Scootaloo’s belly. She ripped the sticky tapes open and pulled the elastic sides snug around Scootaloo’s hips, rubbing them stuck on the diaper’s front.

Fluttershy embraced Scootaloo and pulled her up, sticking the last tape tight around her tail.

“There we go,” Fluttershy said, “All done. Feels pretty good to be fresh and clean, doesn’t it?”

“It feels so amazing,” Scootaloo said, still a bit woozy. She was lifted off the changing table and sat on the floor. Her old diaper landed in a lidded bin with a diaper symbol on it.

“I thought you’d like it,” Fluttershy said, “now be a good foal, and don’t go away while I shower. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Scootaloo’s fresh diaper really did feel amazing. The thick pillow hugging her rear was now all dry and fluffy again, and even the plastic seemed to crinkle with a fresh spring, spotless white and baby blue of colour, save for the little cartoon pictures. It also smelled really good of sweet baby powder, and the earthy skin cream, protecting her most sensitive spots.

Fluttershy looked through the steamy glass and smiled. Scootaloo was still there. Fluttershy was such a pretty pony. Scootaloo had never noticed how tall she really was, and her wings were larger still, when fully unfurled. But her true majesty was in that subtle elegance that all of her movements bore, every flick of her tail and crane of the neck so calculated and so methodical, the grace of it was far and beyond any form of perfection Scootaloo had ever experienced.

Scootaloo tried crawling closer to the shower, but the first movement of her diaper’s incredibly arousing softness made her stop instantly, legs trembling, goosebumps all over, and she sat back down before it could go any further.

“Ah,” Fluttershy said, stepping out of the steamy shower, “that was so relaxing. I feel much more refreshed now, too. You’re a good girl for staying in my sights, Scoots.”

Fluttershy towelled herself off and took a fresh towel to dry out her mane and tail. She conspicuously didn’t bother covering up her nudity. And why should she? Scootaloo was just a little baby. Babies had no concept of embarrassment or shame, seeing how they needed to get cleaned up regularly. It was normal to appear comfortably natural around each other.

Scootaloo still did her the courtesy of looking away, at the door. Mostly. Except when she couldn’t help herself, and snuck a peek underneath that magnificent tail.

Fluttershy proceeded to brush her teeth, apply some lotion, and go through her entire evening toilette. Scootaloo’s evening toilette consisted of sitting on the ground and watching, being praised for being a good filly, and being appropriately dressed all the while.

Scootaloo had to take a small bit of mouthwash from a cup into her mouth, gargle it, and spit it back into the cup. Fluttershy emptied the cup, filled it with water and gave it back.

“Drinking water before bed?” Scootaloo said.

“Sure,” Fluttershy said, “drinking water is very healthy for you, and you should do it as often as you comfortably can.”

Scootaloo took the cup with both hooves and drank it down. Fluttershy filled it up again and drank one too. And why not? The bathroom was right next to the beds should she need to get up in the night. And Scootaloo didn’t need to get up.

“All done,” Fluttershy said, “And I’m getting tired, too. Let’s go to bed, hmm?”

Fluttershy left the bathroom, beckoning Scootaloo to follow. Scootaloo got up and followed on wobbly legs, the soft, bulky and egregiously crinkly fluff under her butt tantalizing her with every little motion.

After figuring out how to turn off the lights, a process which involved pulling a crystal out of a box, Fluttershy guided Scootaloo over to the small bed. Three barred sides were raised already, making it one short of a full crib.

“How about it?” Fluttershy said, “Wanna cuddle for a bit to help you fall asleep?”

“Yes, please,” Scootaloo said. The offer was just too good to pass up.

Fluttershy couldn’t quite stretch out in the foal’s bed, but it was large enough for her to curl up, and create a comfy little nest under the sheets, for Scootaloo to lie in. A little nest that was, quite critically, exposed to Fluttershy’s smooth, inviting, belly.

Scootaloo clambered onto the bed. She shuddered as the motion pulled her diaper tight against her body, but she got hold of herself and crawled over to Fluttershy. Fluttershy embraced Scootaloo under the blanket and pulled her in close, laying both of them down onto the plush mattress.

Scootaloo found her face buried deep in Fluttershy’s chest fur. She breathed in. Fluttershy smelled so good, a myriad of subtle aromas that coalesced on her freshly washed skin, creating a smell that was so intensely and unmistakably Fluttershy. Her fur was fuzzy and gentle, Scootaloo could twist her face and rub her nose in it, and still its soft caress felt uniquely distinct every time.

Fluttershy gently began stroking Scootaloo’s mane, while her other hoof was slung around Scootaloo’s back, holding her tight. Scootaloo couldn’t help herself, she embraced Fluttershy’s soft, warm tummy and pressed herself against its lavish comfort. She could feel how it moved, she could hear Fluttershy breathe, an entire body alive with warmth, so manifold it was impossible to take everything in.

A soft nuzzle began spoiling Scootaloo’s head and the bridge of her nose in luxury. The sheer impossibility to keep up with the pleasures had Scootaloo trembling, as the warmth began building up between their bodies. Scootaloo had lost control. She moved her hips forward, just a tiny little bit, humping her diaper ever so slightly, just to see what it would feel like.

Fluttershy’s hoof moved lover, past her tail, and began caressing Scootaloo’s buttocks through the crinkly plastic of her diapers. Scootaloo tensed up, but Fluttershy was immediately there to comfort her.

“Shh, it’s okay, Scoots,” Fluttershy whispered, “It’s fine, just relax.”

Fluttershy traced the shape of Scootaloo’s butt through the bulky fluff, ever so gentle, the affectionate massage, that left Scootaloo panting hard into Fluttershy’s chest.

She couldn’t.

This was Fluttershy.

Pure, beautiful Fluttershy.

She couldn’t do that. Could she?

Fluttershy moved her hoof further down and wiggled it between Scootaloo’s legs, coming to rest on the thick of the plastic-clad bulk. She applied just the slightest bit of pressure, and Scootaloo gasped hard.

“It’s fine, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy said, “it’s okay. You’re doing just fine.”

“But … b-but … I’m g-gonna … “ Scootaloo stammered.

“I told you it’s okay,” Fluttershy said, “don’t worry about it. That’s what you’re wearing diapers for. They’ll make sure that everything is going to be fine.”

And Fluttershy was right. Scootaloo pulled her head back, a glistening imprint left where her mouth and nose had just been. The inside of her diaper was already slick with wetness, despite being changed just a few minutes ago. Scootaloo couldn’t help herself, because she was just too little, she didn’t know any better. That’s why she wore baby diapers, to take care of little accidents like these, and make sure everything was pleasant and comfortable for her.

“Just let it happen, Scootaloo,” Fluttershy whispered, “don’t worry. Mommy’s here for you.”

Scootaloo pushed into Fluttershy’s hoof, and exploded into fluffy, crinkly, fuzzy, warm, soft bliss. The highest of pleasures swept her up, and she convulsed, hard, leaving her mewling and whimpering into Fluttershy’s chest.

Fluttershy mercifully grabbed Scootaloo’s diaper, pressed it against her body and lightly began rubbing it back and forth, warm drool spreading in her chest fur as Scootaloo groaned and clambered tightly onto Fluttershy, completely lost in the thrilling delight.

Fluttershy embraced Scootaloo’s head and held it tight. Scootaloo twitched, and Fluttershy did the best she could do, provide her with the comfort of a soft body and her most affectionate warmth, to carry Scootaloo through the delectable afterglow of sensory luxury.

Strokes of the mane and gentle cuddles helped a lot to make Scootaloo breathe deeply and evenly again. Fluttershy just held her, coddled her against her breast, because she intuitively knew that was what Scootaloo needed and wanted right now. And Scootaloo relaxed, her body losing its tension, as she gave herself into the warm softness all around her.

“Mommy?” Scootaloo whispered.

“Yes?” Fluttershy whispered back.

“I love you,” Scootaloo said.

“I love you too, Scoots,” Fluttershy answered.

Fluttershy kept stroking Scootaloo’s mane, until the smaller pony’s movements ceased, and her breath became long and slow. Even then, she remained a while longer, just to indulge in the comfortable embrace some more.

Eventually, Scootaloo had fallen utterly asleep. Fluttershy extricated herself carefully and manipulated the little bed to raise up the remaining side.

She caressed the cheek of her little filly, sleeping soundly in the little crib, one more time, before turning in.