This short clopfic contains: babycon (filly x infant colt), diapers and scat eating.

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>Having noticed the forgotten school bag, and seeing the nametag on it. The filly unicorn Tinsel, thought it appropriate to return it along the way. Knowing that her home was on the same path.

>Taking it with her she walked up the road. Stopping when she reached her classmates house. Knocking on the door she put the bag down on the porch. Scraping a hoof idly on the damp wood as she waited.
>A short moment later and an earth pony mare greeted her warmly.
>”Well hello there little one! What can I do for you? Are you perhaps one of Emery’s friends?”
>”Something like that miss. I’m Tinsel, the class rep.” Pointing to the bag she continued. “Emery forgot her bag at school. So I figured I’d drop it off on my way home.”
>”Oh, that’s so very kind of you! My daughter isn’t here yet, but I was just about to make some pancakes for her. Would you like some before you go? Please, it’s the least I can do. It’ll only be a minute.”

>Tinsel, having not really eaten much during her lunchtime, agreed to the pancakes. Knowing how sluggish her own mom could be sometimes. 
>”Sure miss, I’d love some!” 
>”Great! And please, just call me Perlite.”

>Taking the bag with her, she walked inside.
>”Hey Perlite, where do you want me to put this?”
>”Upstairs please, if you don’t mind?”
>”Sure thing.”
>”Thank you Tinsel. And as I said, the pancakes will be ready in a minute. So feel free to look around.”

>Nodding to her, she walked upstairs with the bag. 
>And once upstairs she spotted—at the far end of the short hallway—what she perceived to be Emery’s room. Given how sprinkled the door was with stickers and banners from various colt bands.
>Walking up to the stickered door she passed by three others. The middle of which stood completely open. Glancing into the open doorway she noticed a baby cradle and lots of foalish paraphernalia within it. A nursery she realised.

>A second later she found herself outside Emery’s door. Dropping the bag down she left it tilted against it, before venturing back to the nursery.

>Walking into the softly coloured room. Tinsel could sense the baby powder lingering in the air. And in the very centre of it, was the cradle she had just glimpsed.
>Moving towards it she stopped and peered into it. 
>Inside of the cradle she saw a sleeping, baby foal. Resting happily against the soft bedding.

>Looking the infant over. She noticed that its pacifier had fallen out from its mouth. And that it was currently suckling on its little hoof as a makeshift replacement.

>She had no idea how old the baby was. But thinking back, she did remember Emery mentioning something about a baby brother once. So she presumed it to be a colt. The rooms interior certainly hinted to it aswell.

>Reaching down she picked his pacifier up. Looking the simple item over, she started smiling to herself.
>And then, she brought the pacifier behind her and under her tail. Pushing the soft nipple into her tailhole.

>Keeping it there for the moment. She moved over to the lidded, diaper pail to her right.
>Holding her breath she took out a soiled diaper from it. Laying it carefully down on the floor.
>Opening it up with her magic and trying to ignore the awful stench coming from it. She quickly brought her hoof back to her rear and withdrew the pacifier from her butthole.

>Holding the pacifier infront of her. She then proceeded to lower it down into the brown mess. Sinking the nipple within the manure. 
>With the fake teat now in the stale muck, she gingerly stirred it around a few times. Coating it thoroughly and making sure to scoop some larger bits up on it as she did.
>Once done she closed the diaper up with her magic. Letting it re-join the others in the pail.

>Turning around she walked back to the sleeping colt. And being as gentle as she could, took his hoof away from his mouth. 
>And immediately afterwards she placed the thickly smeared pacifier next to his small lips. Invitingly pressing on them.
>Shortly thereafter the baby colt opened his mouth. Happily latching onto his lost binky.

>Leaning back Tinsel watched as the infant—now with an uncomfortable frown—suckled quietly on the dirty pacifier. Obviously he didn’t know any better, or what to make of the strange taste now filling his mouth.

>”Is it yucky?” She whispered to him indifferently. ”I’m sure it’ll clear away in a little bit. Just keep at it.”
>She continued watching him for a good minute. Enjoying how he softly nursed and swallowed around the plastic. Cleaning the evidence of her act away.

>Before long she grew bored of the obscene show. So she took hold of the loose blanket covering him. And with it she tucked him snugly in. Ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to squirm about and lose his pacifier again.
>And as she finished securing him in, Tinsel noticed the pleasant fragrance of freshly made pancakes filling the air. Silently she left the room to enjoy her meal. Leaving the colt to his.