LavendarRegards

It was still dark out when Apple Bloom arose before Celestia’s lazy sun. She was awake, after all, so it must have been morning. And, morning meant two things: one, it was playtime; and two, it was the day she and Sweetie Belle would be watching the Wonderbolts airshow with Scootaloo. While Apple Bloom had never seen the Wonderbolts, Scootaloo had been excitedly talking about them for days now. And, if she had that much enthusiasm about them, then they had to be amazing. After all, the small orange filly hadn’t stopped talking about it the whole time she, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle had spent at Sweetie Belle’s house. W

 “Sleep tight girls,” I whisper to the three sleeping fillies as I close the door as quietly as I can. I can feel a small smile growing on my face. The girls are so cute. And, they’ve grown so much since we started Twilight Time, I tell myself. But honestly, I cannot help but smile for another reason... Quickly I push the selfish thought away from my mind. I’m ashamed that I almost thought it. I forfeited that opportunity years ago, and it won’t come back… ever. Instead, I march up to my throne room. It’s quiet there. And, quiet will give me a chance to read. And, reading will allow me to clear my m

“Fillies and Gentlecolts, remember to check below your seat to see if you won a fabulous prize!” a voice boomed as Applejack, Apple Bloom, Rarity, Sweetie Belle, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight Sparkle walked into the Wonderbolts stadium in Canterlot. “Look Scootaloo; your friends are here!” Rainbow Blaze cheered and pointed towards the two fillies who had walked into the stadium with their mothers. Scootaloo enthusiastically blew the dog whistle that Rainbow Blaze had given her to cheer Rainbow Dash with, and waved eagerly at her two best friends. To say Scootaloo couldn’t have been more excited, would be

Rarity poked at the next page from her photo album. While she had initially opened it to help her muse over her next dress order, her mind had quickly derailed at all of the photos that had accumulated from the last three years. The first several pages were of Sweetie Belle in diapers and an exhausted looking Rarity, as well as a very frantic looking Spike. When she hadn’t been losing sleep, she’d been overwhelmed by how much she needed to do to raise a foal in diapers and keep her dress shop running. Spike’s help had been a Celestia-send during that time. That was for sure. The next several pages were of Sweetie Belle̵

Sweetie Belle giggled and incoherently babbled to herself as she played in the small playpen positioned in the middle of Rarity's bedroom. Merrily she used both of her forelegs to shake Pochica. The small white filly held no fear on her face because she could hear the familiar humming of her mother in the nearby bathroom. However, the small unicorn couldn't help but sneeze as the sweet smell of perfume tickled her muzzle. "Gesundheit," Rarity cheerfully stated as she peeked her head out from the adjoining bathroom. Carefully the white mare trotted over, and made sure to give Sweetie Belle a hug as she daintily positioned her hoof against Swe

     Quills, parchment, needles, thread, and cloth zipped around Rarity's work room. Each item was held aloft by the blue aura of Rarity's magic. And, as each item of Rarity's work made its migration to their various stations, she carefully stood behind the baby fence and fed Sweetie Belle. Rarity grit her teeth as she struggled to ignore the odd feeling of Sweetie Belle suckling on her teats, and the nauseating sound. Instead, she labored to put her mind on the work floating behind the protective fences.     Rarity let off a tired yawn as she waited for Sweetie Belle to finish feeding from her teats. Teat feeding was not something that she