“Das suuu guud, babbeh!” Rosie cheered, clapping her hooves together as Sweetie carefully placed one block on top of another.
The pair had bonded well, Rosie taking almost full care of the stunted foal after just a few days of Tricia’s guidance. Sweetie now wore a pale pink onesie over her diaper, making her “match” her new fluffy mummah. Tricia popped in a few times a day to play with the pair and change Sweetie’s diaper. She had noticed Sweetie’s amputated tail on the first diaper change, something that made sense seeing as the diapers lacked a tail hole.
“Hello, fluffies!” Tricia’s sing-song voice called into the saferoom, a food bowl in either hand.
“Mummah!!” Rosie ran up to her excitedly. “Wook at babbeh! Sweetie stack su many bwockies!!”
“Wow! Is that… two whole blocks?!” She feigned shock.
“Yus!” Sweetie said, beaming with pride.
“You’re so good at that! I think we might have a champion block stacker on our hands!!”
Both fluffies cheered as Tricia set the food bowls down next to the sink. “I have some fun things for you two!”
“Am it sketties?!” Rosie asked.
“That’s part of it!”
The pair of fluffies exploded with joy, running in circles around her legs as they yelled about sketti. Tricia smiled down at them, hands on her hips as she waited for them to calm down.
“Today isn’t sketti day, but we’ll have to do it a few days early becauuuuuuusssseeee….” She trailed off.
“Be-cuz wha’?!” Rosie put her hooves on Tricia’s leg. “Be-cuz wha’, Mummah?!”
“Because someone’s special friend will be visiting in two days!”
“SPECHOW FWEND?!” Rosie screeched, falling backwards onto the padded floor.
“Mummah hab’ spechow fwend?” Sweetie asked quietly as Rosie flailed her hooves with joy.
“Don’t you worry, Sweetie. He’s just going to be visiting.” Tricia kneeled down to the stunted foal, patting her on the head. “I know change can be scary, but it’s going to be okay. There will always be a place in this house for a little baby. Someone with a lot of experience being a baby, a big sister to help play with the foals and teach them things!”
“Otay! Sweetie can be big sissy!!” Sweety stood proudly. “Sweetie teach babbehs tu stack bwockies!”
“Yeah! That’s a great idea!” Tricia said, standing back up. “Now who’s ready for sketti?”
“SKETTI!!” Rosie yelled, scrambling to get her hooves under her. “Sketti and spechow fwend!! Dis’ am bestest bwite tiem!!”
Tricia set down both bowls, a large one for Rosie and a smaller one for Sweetie. Both fluffies dug in loudly as Tricia watched. Neither noticed anything out of the ordinary in their meals, happily licking the bowls clean without a second thought.
As the pair sat back from their meals Rosie yawned loudly. Sweetie followed a moment later, eyes growing heavy.
“Good job eating it all, Girls! That’s what good fluffies do!” Tricia said, grabbing the bowls. “Let’s get Sweetie her medicine and then how does a nap sound?”
“Dat sound nice.” Rosie said. Sweetie nodded in agreement.
Tricia picked up the blue foal, popping a gray tablet into her mouth before giving her a bottle of water to wash it down with. She held Sweetie close to her chest, rubbing behind her ears as she drinks. Once the bottle was empty Sweetie was set in the bed the two fluffies shared, Rosie already curled up in it.
“Sleep good, girls.” Tricia said, flicking the lights off and leaving the room lit only by a star shaped nightlight in the corner.
After the door clicked shut, Sweetie spoke up. “Mummah wub babbeh, wight?”
“Mummah wub wittow babbeh.” Rosie mumbled, pulling her closer with a hoof. “Wub babbeh wots an’ wots.”
“An’… nu wub babbeh wess when hab’ tummeh babbehs?”
Rosie gave Sweetie a kiss on the top of her head. “Sweetie awways be fiwstest babbeh, an’ mummah say babbeh awways be wif’ mummah, eben when tummeh babbehs gu ‘way.”
“Wub yu tuu, mummah.” Sweetie said, snuggling into Rosie’s fluff.
The lights in the safe room flicked on as their auto timer engaged. Sweetie stretched her hooves out in front of her, blinking in the lights. It took a long moment for her to notice an odd feeling. She stared down at her blue fluff for a long moment, trying to figure out why she felt so weird. Her eyes trailed up her hooves, to the blue fluff on her shoulder and down her side.
There was no onesie covering her and worse, no diaper covering her special place.
“Nuuu! Nu wan’ be nakie!!” Sweetie screeched, burrowing into the blankets.
“…Babbeh?” Rosie lifted her head, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “Wha’ am-” she cut herself off, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of her wings pressed to her body.
Looking down, she was wearing a pale blue onesie buttoned down her back and leading to the bulge of a diaper underneath it.
“Wai dipey?!” Rosie said, spinning in the bed trying to catch her own ass to get the uncomfortable garment off her. Sweetie squeaked in pain as one of Rosie’s hooves landed on top of her. “Babbeh?! Sowwy babbeh, mummah nu mean to!”
Rosie lifted the blanket to check on her foal, earning a screech from the stunted fluffy. “Nu WOOK! Babbeh NAKIE!!”
“What’s going on in here?”
Rosie sighed with relief as Tricia entered the saferoom. “Wosie nu wike dipey! Nu wan’ onesie!”
“Well, I’m sorry Rosie but babies wear diapers.” Tricia replied.
Rosie paused, confused. “Buh, babbeh nu hab dipey…”
“Yes you do, it’s right there on your butt!”
Rosie turned to look at the crinkling bulge under her onesie. “Buh… Wosie nu am babbeh…?”
Tricia sighed, hands resting on her hips. “I know it’s scary to have Sweetie having babies soon but that doesn’t mean you get to act out.”
“Buh… Wosie am gun’ be mummah!!” She protested.
Tricia pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing heavily. “No, Rosie, you’re just a baby. You’re too young to be a mummah.”
“Buh am big fwuffy!!” Rosie stomped on the bed. “Nu am babbeh!! Mummah am DUMMEH!!!”
“Rosie, that’s not very nice-”
“NU CAWE!” she spat. “Take dipey off WITE NAO!!”
Tricia stared down the snorting mare, tapping her fingers on her arm idly. Sweetie stayed curled in the blankets, shaking in a puddle of urine.
“Alright.” Tricia finally spoke, stepping up and grabbing Rosie by the back of the onesie.
“Yus, take dipey an’ onesie off Wosie, an’-” she cut herself off, realizing that Tricia was opening the closet and reaching for the dog crate within. “Nu wan’ sowwy box!!”
“Well, you shouldn’t have talked to me so rudely.” Tricia tossed Rosie inside, slamming the door shut behind her. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to see if you’re feeling like being a good fluffy.”
“NU WAN’ NU WAN’ NU WAN’ NU-” Her screeches cut off as Tricia shut the door behind her. “Alright, time for breakfast, Sweetie! Where you at?”
Sweetie poked her head out from the blanket pile apprehensively.
“There you are!” Tricia set a large bowl of kibble down in front of her, piled high and practically overflowing. “Here’s your breakfast!”
“Uhm…” Sweetie looked at the hard kibble, jaw aching just thinking about biting down on it. “Can babbeh hab miwkies…?”
“What has gotten into you two!” Tricia said, the angry tone making Sweetie retreat into the blankets slightly. “First Rosie throws a tantrum and now you want milk?? Do I need to get a second sorry box??”
“N-nu!” Sweetie stammered. “Wiww eat kibbow nummies!!”
“There’s my good girl. It’s the special kibble for soon-mummahs, so make sure you eat it all!” Tricia watched the foal expectantly.
“Yus…. Mummah….” Sweetie gulped, looking at the pile of kibble almost as big as she was.
She grabbed a single nugget in her teeth, bearing down on it until the kibble broke slightly into shards that dug into her sensitive gums. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she chewed, the dry powder sticking to her tongue and forming a lump in her throat that she struggled to swallow.
“There’s my good girl.” Tricia turned to leave. “I’ll be back in a little bit to wash your bowl and let Rosie out. Remember, good fluffies finish all their food!” she shot the foal a sharp glance. “I hope there aren’t any more bad fluffies today…”
“…Yus, Mummah.”
Tricia turned to hide her grin, the stunted foal sounded absolutely miserable. She left, making sure the door shut behind her before she released the giggle she had been repressing since the fluffies woke up.
Over an hour later, Sweetie lay bloated next to the mostly finished bowl of kibble. She felt sick to her stomach, but every time she thought about giving up she would hear Rosie cry out from the closet and continue eating.
“Alrighty!” Tricia came back into the room, startling the nauseous foal. “I think Rosie’s learned her lesson.”
Sweetie tried to stretch her neck into the food bowl and finish the last few mouthfuls but Tricia picked up the bowl from her.
“It’s not very good tasting, is it.” Tricia shook her head. “They never make health food taste good. Good job eating what you could, Sweetie! You’ll need those nutrients for your foals!”
Too exhausted to reply, Sweetie let her head fall onto her hooves in relief as Tricia dropped the bowl into the sink and ran the water for a moment to let it soak.
“Alright missy,” Tricia opened the closet door, looking down on the sobbing pink mare. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Wosie am sowwy fo’ yewwin’…” She sniffled.
“That’s better. Let’s get you out of there.” Tricia picked up the mare by the onesie again, carrying her over to the counter.
Rosie sighed with relief as her onesie was unbuttoned, stretching her wings out and realigning the feathers. Tricia removed the soiled diaper from her, rolling it up and tossing it into the trash.
“Tank’oo, Mummah!” Rosie chirped, happy to be free of the bulky garment.
“You’re welcome, honey!” She reached under the table and pulled out another adult-sized diaper. “I’m sure it wasn’t comfortable at all to sit in your own poop like that.”
“Nu! It am itchy an’-” She cut off as Tricia began to strap the new diaper to her, ignoring the filth matted into her tail. “Nu… nu wan’…”
“Missy.” Tricia put her hands on her hips. “I can’t have you running around the saferoom, pooping wherever you please! You just got put in the sorry box for this, do you want to go back?!”
Rosie whined quietly, looking down at the itchy garment. “…Nu. Sowwy Mummah.”
“That’s better.” Tricia pulled the straps on the diaper tight, not bothering to ensure that none of her fluff was caught in them before buttoning her onesie back up. “I know all this change is hard to handle, but we’ll handle it together, okay?”
“Oh… tay…” Rosie said, brow furrowed in confusion.
“That’s my girl.” Tricia picked up the mare like a baby, grabbing a small bottle of formula off the counter. “Let’s get you breakfast, little girl!”
“Uhm…” Rosie stared at the nipple coming towards her. “Buh Wosie am Big fwuffy, wan’ kibbow…”
“Well, I already gave the big fluffy kibble to Sweetie!” She gestured to the dirty bowl soaking in the sink, the remaining kibble bloated with water. “So this is all you have.”
Rosie shot a glare to Sweetie who curled around her bulging stomach. She allowed Tricia to feed her, sucking down the small portion of formula quickly. It was gone before she knew it; a light meal for a fluffy as small as Sweetie but woefully lacking for a large mare like Rosie.
“And don’t think I forgot about your medicine!” Tricia grabbed one of the bitter grey tablets from the bottle on the counter. “Open wide!”
“Babbeh… nee’ meddy-sins!” Sweetie moaned, reaching a trembling hoof out to the pair.
“Yep, wittow babbeh Wosie nee’ hew meddy-sins!” Tricia imitated fluffspeak as she shoved the tablet into Rosie’s mouth, clamping it shut with her hand.
“Babbeh nee’!” Sweetie wailed, “Nu wan’ be big fwuffy!!!”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Sweetie!” Tricia said. “I won’t let her be a big fluffy, she’ll be your little baby for as long as you want!”
Rosie struggled against Tricia’s grasp, trying her best to spit up the foul tasting medication. After a few minutes Tricia pinched her nose shut as well. Forced to choose between swallowing the tablet and breathing, Rosie gulped loudly.
“There you go!” Tricia released her muzzle and set the gasping mare down on the padded floor. “You two play nice, Mummah has some work to do before the big day!”
Tricia left the room quickly, pressing her ear against the door as soon as it closed.
“Mumaaaaahhhh…” Sweetie moaned, reaching out her hoof to Rosie. “Sweetie feew nu pwetty, nee’ huggies!”
Rosie glared at the foal, bloated with her breakfast as her stomach rumbled. “Wai dummeh babbeh eat Wosie’s nummies?!”
“Nu wan’… Buh nu wan’ sowwy box!” Sweety protested.
With the reminder of her time in the closet, Rosie snorted loudly. “Dummeh babbeh. Meanie. Teww mummah tu make Wosie babbeh!”
“Nu! Sweetie nu du dat!”
“Nu wan’ tawk tu dummeh wiaw babbeh! Meanie!!” She stomped off towards the toy corner, snorting with every step.
Sweetie curled in on herself tighter, sobbing quietly as Rosie angrily began to smash blocks into each other. Tricia stifled another giggle as the relationship she fostered between the two was shattered so easily.