Kisses and Crinkles

“And now your legs,” Bon Bon said, “come on.”

The water was long drained from the bathtub, but Lyra’s hind legs were still dripping from when Bon Bon had wrung out her tail.

She wasn’t about to make a step on her own, though. Lyra had fallen asleep on her hooves again, standing halfway over the bathtub’s edge. Bon Bon savoured the sensation of being dry for the first time in hours, and she was wanting to leave the dank bathroom air as quickly as possible, but the sight was just too adorable not to enjoy for a few moments.

She tapped Lyra on the freshly towelled flank.

“What, I’m awake,” Lyra said, blinking behind her ruffled mane.

“Out of the tub, come on,” Bon Bon said, “let’s get you in bed.”

“Finally,” Lyra said, hefting her legs over the threshold, “I was about to fall asleep here.”

“It’s good we got to cleaned up then,” Bon Bon said, rubbing Lyra’s legs with the towel, “you’ll sleep much better with all that filth off of you, just see.”

“Hey,” Lyra said, “I’m a hardworking pony. I don’t mind being a little dirty. If it were up to me, we would’ve gone straight to bed. That’s what a big pony would do, especially after a day’s worth of decent work. They get their sleep, not fuss about a bit of dirt like a prancy little filly.”

“That’s very nice, Lyra,” Bon Bon said, drawing the towel across Lyra’s outstretched hoof, “you were very busy today and you deserve a good and undisturbed night’s rest. You can go right ahead to the bedroom, I’ll be just behind you. Will you take those diapers with you to the bin?”

“Ew,” Lyra said, “they’re dirty.”

A sore spot in the middle of the otherwise proper tiles, the two tattered bundles of stained plastic lay on the ground, dripping with earth-infused fluids. Lyra shuffled over to the diapers. She made sure to keep a safe distance as she eyed them critically, her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“That’s so gross,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” Bon Bon said, “it’s just mud. Besides, isn’t it amazing how long they held on? We wore them throughout the entire journey outside and back, and they didn’t fall off. I mean, we must have been out there for hours, with the rain and the mud and all the jumping around. I forgot I was wearing one for the most part. It was pretty weird to find it still there.”

“Yeah,” Lyra said, “that’s actually kinda cool. I guess we won’t have to worry about our diapers falling off when we’re playing.”

“That’s right,” Bon Bon said, “you can go ahead and play all you want, your diaper won’t let you down. And I’ve got something else. If you take these diapers with you, I’ll get you a nice and soft fresh one for the night. How’s that sound?”

“Well, if you put it that way …” Lyra said.

She tried appear dismissive, but it was obvious how her eyes alighted at the promise. The old diapers soon found themselves being carried away as Lyra departed into the darkness of the hallway.

Bon Bon swept up the floor with the used towels. Both of them were sufficiently dirty for a washing already, applying them to the bathroom tiles made no difference. It was a habit she’d never been able to get rid of, making sure the ground was mopped dry before exiting the bathroom. The reason was so nopony coming in after her could slip on the puddles of water. She’d learned it like that when she was little, it had counted among her chores every day. And like so many other things from that time, there had been a period when Bon Bon had tried to get rid of it, as a form of requital for what she had had to endure.

But she found that she never could. And why should she? It was a very sensible habit to have, ensuring the safety of the pony who would go in next, even if it was in the middle of the night, just Lyra and her. Granted, chances of them visiting the bathroom at night were slim, but you never know.

Kicking the habit? It was out of her control. Bon Bon had always liked being in control, and she had always avoided taking part in endeavours that had important responsibilities resting in somepony else’s hooves. It was the only way to escape the constant pains of disappointment, to ensure that nothing could go wrong as everypony involved sought their respective desires toward a common goal.

Bon Bon never was like that. She couldn’t let her desires be known beyond the superfluous level of her outward appearance. Sure, she loved her trade, and she liked having company while she ran the shop. But, in the end, hadn’t the decision to use her remarkable confectionary skills to open her own shop been another attempt to reach unabridged independence?

Her fear of exposure had driven her much of the way, to where she had ended up now. Bon Bon wasn’t in a bad spot by any means, but there always remained that annoying little thorn in her sides, that what if. What if she hadn’t kept her distance from her family? What if she had maintained normal relationships with relatives and friends? What if she didn’t hide her little secret pleasure from others? What if she stopped driving Lyra up the wall with her constant paranoia?

Lyra knew. She always had. There was one important fact Bon bon had always gotten wrong.

Something being out of her control didn’t necessarily have to be bad.

In fact, sometimes it was even good. Collaborating with somepony else brings fresh perspective and innovation. And, sometimes, not caring spares you from making bad decisions. Bon Bon would still be sitting around dreaming about having diapers, if not for Lyra.

But Lyra didn’t bother. She just waltzed right into the medical supplies store. What if the salespony inquired whether the diapers were for them? Lyra cared not and just asked for the diapers. The question never came either. It was amazing, in her brunt directness, how mature Lyra was in that regard, sophisticated even. Bon Bon was so lucky to have her.

Things would change in the future. She would ask for diapers too. That much she could promise.

Bon Bon dimmed off the light and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The towels were in the laundry bucket. They had broken the basket when Lyra hadn’t felt like wringing out some soaked fabrics after washing. The dining table had been cleared. Most everything found itself in a heap in the kitchen sink. And the fire was snuffed out, the remaining warmth creeping to the upper floor.

Perfect, almost everything was taken care of. Bon Bon was in control, a good kind of control. A control that made sense. She was needed here, to reliably run the household and keep things tidy. And she was happy to answer the call, not only for herself.

The only thing that remained was to get her little Lyra ready for bed, and then it was off to a comfortable sleep.

Bon Bon took the few steps into the bedroom as soon as the door became visible in the moon’s pale face. On the floor beside the diaper changing table lay the two crumpled diapers in a heap. That was way closer to the diaper pail trash bin than Bon Bon had been expecting to find them.

Surprisingly, however, the actual table was empty. Lyra instead made herself known to be laying on the bed, in a crumpled state not entirely dissimilar of the discarded diapers, with her tail hanging over the edge and her hind legs flailing in the air. She had appropriated the disheveled blanket over her face and emitted groans of comfort as she pulled the gentle fabric back and forth over her skin.

Well, she seemed preoccupied enough. If she wasn’t going to come for the diaper change, the diaper change would come to her. Bon Bon collected the little tubby of foal cream from the changing table and picked up a bunch of fresh diapers from the tray underneath.

The diapers crinkled noncommittally, a soft sound, not intrusive nor forceful, but notable with humility and confidence. So many things had been quite the opposite this evening, the events forcing themselves on them like an avalanche, the loud storm, the violent rain, the crushing magics.

But not the diaper. The diaper had no interest in forcing itself on anypony. Instead, it remained reliably in the background, promising to be there when it counted, ready to bestow its plastic gentleness wherever and whenever it was needed.

Which was, for instance, right now, on Lyra’s butt.

Bon Bon set her things in place beside the bed. It was pretty obvious how Lyra had no interest in being an adult at the moment. Aside from the apparent fact that she didn’t care about rolling around on the bed stark naked, There were more subtle mannerisms that were intimately familiar to Bon Bon. For example, Lyra’s more reluctant speech or her fixation on softness, were a surefire sign that adulthood was slipping out of reach.

Oh, and there was also the fact that she had carried the muddy diapers with her mouth, as if she didn’t even have a horn. That had been pretty adorable.

Luckily, Bon Bon knew exactly how to handle little filly Lyra, and she was more than delighted to have a chance of doing so.

Bon Bon planted a little kiss on the inside of Lyra’s leg. Like a little doggy, Lyra immediately kicked out her leg, cleanly past Bon Bon’s head.

“Missed me?” Bon Bon said. Lyra pulled the bedspread against the bridge of her nose and groaned.

“I see you’ve already made friends with the blanket,” Bon Bon said, unscrewing the skin cream, “You two will have enough time to grow much closer. I’ll just need to take care that you’re wearing the proper underpants first. That sound fine?”

Lyra moaned affirmingly as Bon Bon patted her stomach with her free hoof. She squeezed a spatter of cream in her other hoof and gently brought it down below Lyra’s belly.

“Careful now,” Bon Bon said, “here comes the cream.”

Lyra didn’t seem all too engaged, though. In fact, apart from the wheeze of her breath into the blanket on her face, there was no reaction at all, as Bon Bon drew her hoof across her warm skin and worked the paste into her fur.

“Huh,” Bon Bon said, “I suppose you’re all tuckered out then? Well, suits me just fine. I don’t know if I’d still have it in me for any more super fun playtime after all this.”

Lyra wouldn’t budge. Apart from a few tired whimpers, she silently let Bon Bon work her magic. It probably was for the better, they should be sleeping now, and not goof around, no matter how invigorated Bon Bon thought she felt.

She knew it only to be the aftermath of the previous revelations, and it would make way for the inevitable exhaustion soon, but Bon Bon was pumped. Everything felt so real to her all of a sudden, the scrubby carpet under her hooves, the cooling night air playing in her locks, the pale moonlight breaking through the rain dribbling against the window. But first and foremost, Lyra’s incredibly soft skin.

It was such a stark contrast to everything they had experienced that night. They had been scratched, bruised, cut, magically groped, they had stumbled and hit their hooves as well as their heads. It had been a cold, loud and painful experience, but Bon Bon had seen it through, if only to arrive at this small piece of cushy warm paradise.

And Lyra readily offered more of it. Bon Bon merely had to gather Lyra’s hind legs and push them further from herself a bit, to be able to properly smear the creamy protection onto Lyra’s raised hindquarters. Bon Bon’s hooves tingled as she caressed Lyra’s silky smooth skin with delight, the most sensitive spots tickling her hooftips with a fluffy fuzz akin to that of a newborn. Had it always been like this? Or was Lyra really becoming more like a baby from all the foal cream and the diapers?

No doubt did Lyra enjoy the sensory indulgence of the act, but all the same was Bon Bon exhilarated to know her precious Lyra’s skin thoroughly protected for her own comfort, as was right and proper for any little filly.

Bon Bon grabbed one of the diapers and let it fall open, fluffing it out with a good shake. The alluring butterfly shape in no way betrayed the subtle beauty that Lyra deserved, and the bulging thickness was all the reassurance that Bon Bon appreciated. The diaper’s wide backside slid underneath Lyra’s, with the base of her tail firmly pushed into the allotted notch, and Bon Bon gently lowered her legs onto the bed on either side.

It just felt so right. Never mind returning home and talking things through with the others, the tension had always lingered. But this right here, pulling up the diaper against Lyra’s stomach and smoothing it down with the edge of her hoof. It made all the stress vanish away into irrelevance like nothing else. All that mattered was that she took good care of her little Lyra, and with the evidence of the big rustling fluff firmly sitting between her thighs, Bon Bon could proudly claim having done well in her purpose.

Bon Bon ripped open the tapes and stuck them onto the diaper’s front, crinkling them flat duly against Lyra’s hips. They had gone through almost all the motions, transforming the assembly of absorbent fluff and watertight plastic into a soothing and cozy piece of underwear for Lyra to sport. Only remained the part that ensured it wouldn’t slip down her backside as its weight inevitably increased.

“And now, turn around,” Bon Bon said, “gotta do up your tail tape. Don’t want your butt freezing in the night.”

Lyra didn’t react. But somewhere far off, there was a noise as if somepony was slowly rasping through a huge tree with a rusty saw. Wait a second …

“Are you serious,” Bon Bon said, and lifted the blanket away from Lyra’s face to reveal her snoring muzzle, with drool glinting at the corner of her lips. All this fuss about that super intense diaper change, and Lyra had just slept through it. Alright, she deserved it. And Bon Bon could feel the fatigue beginning to tug at her eyelids as well. Time to wrap this up.

Carefully, she climbed onto the bed and retrieved the pillow from the other end. Her hoof probed into Lyra’s mussy mane to gently lift up her head and pull out the blanket from underneath.

“Look, I got a nice pillow for you over here,” she said when Lyra stirred.

The pillow’s soft surface against her cheek was enough to coax Lyra into rolling over sideways, and accepting the pillow as her new headrest. She settled in sort of diagonally toward the other side of the bed.

Guess that’s how they would sleep then.

The motion gave Bon Bon enough of an opening to reach behind Lyra’s back and grab the diaper around her tail. The tail tape was quickly pulled tight and pressed stuck, and Lyra’s diaper sat snugly, as evidenced by a few explorative pats.

There. Another job well done. Sure, Lyra wasn’t in a state to appreciate it at the moment, but that wasn’t a problem. On the contrary, the fact that Lyra had been able to drift off into a comfortable sleep during the ongoings, was more than enough proof of Bon Bon’s abilities as a filly caretaker, and it left Bon Bon’s chest brimming with pride as she transferred the blanket onto this side of the bed and tucked in Lyra nicely.

That meant she was left to her own devices then. But that shouldn’t pose any difficulties either. Being able to take care of Lyra required a great deal of self-sufficiency and maturity, and Bon Bon had proven herself more than mature enough to be able to change her own diapers. No problem at all. Let’s see, how did this go again?

Stepping off the bed, Bon Bon took the other diaper floor and folded its rustling plastic cover open. After straightening out the back part, she placed it on the edge of the bed and stroked the gentle diaper fluff to flatten it against the mattress. Then, Bon Bon turned around and carefully sat down on the diaper, taking care that her raised tail aligned with the little opening in the middle. It was very nice and soft to sit on. Why didn’t other ponies ever enjoy this softness, just for the experience?

Making sure the skin cream was screwed shut again after taking out a glob, Bon Bon squished the paste in her hoof and proceeded to rub it in between her legs. There, that wasn’t so bad. She only had to make sure her skin was well protected in every important spot, like she had done with Lyra, and then she was pretty much good to go. Not too hard.

Thinking about it, it’s been a long time since Bon Bon had last changed her own diaper. Funny, considering that’d been her biggest dream for most of her youth. She had kept on bumbling around restlessly, trying to make her dues and appease her family while chasing as much as an elusive glimpse of a diaper out the corner of her eye. Her fixation kept haunting her, the distant reminder of a life in which comfort was unadulterated and affection was unconditional, tantalizing her like a drop of water in the desert. Bon Bon had often fantasized about having a diaper in her own possession, and the leisure of putting it on and enjoying it. It would be many years until that fantasy would be fulfilled, and some time further until Lyra had come along and made it redundant. It’s ridiculous that Bon Bon would feel nostalgia for such a time.

Bon Bon stretched the diaper’s front out straight and pulled it up between her legs, until she firmly held it against her lower stomach. The shivering chill of the night air vanished into endless comforting softness, and with the parts exposing much of her body warmth wrapped up so nice and snugly, she could feel that delightful, relaxing glow spreading as far as into her hooftips already. She was safe now, firmly protected from displeasurable trivialities, and free to be herself with confidence. Regardless of any rationalizations or explanations, there’s simply nothing more awesome than getting a fresh diaper on.

A little shuffling and crinkling around, and the diaper was pulled firm around Bon Bon’s hips before she ripped open the tape and stuck it to the front. She needed a little bend sideways to do up the other side, but the diaper tape was rubbed stuck soon enough. Only the back one was a little tricky. Bon Bon needed to feel around a bit first before she found the little flaps hanging around her tail. But once she’d grabbed hold of the plastic pieces, she could easily tug open the final tape and stick it to the other side, pulling it snug around the base of her tail as the diaper tightened around her waist, sealing her into reliable security.

Done! Bon Bon got up and stretched her legs a bit. So it does feel different when she does it!

Usually, the diaper would have jiggled a bit under its own weight when Bon Bon shook her flank, but instead it sat firmly and wouldn’t relent its touch. If Lyra had ever noticed that she put diapers on noticeably more loosely than this? Maybe it even differed from day to day, or she did it differently depending on her mood. Bon Bon would have to bring it up someday. This was highly interesting!

Right now, it was time to sleep, though. Lyra had somehow managed to recede even further into the blanket, now more of a rolling hill in the landscape of bedding than anything else. Bon Bon tried climbing onto the bed from her corner to account for their new sleeping position, but with the blanket hanging down on all sides, she found herself stepping onto it and unable to proceed.

Instead, she lifted one of the overhanging flaps and thrusted herself into the cottony darkness underneath the blanket. Like a spelunker, she crawled forward into the unknown, until she felt another hoof with her probing hoof. Getting closer, just a bit further. Hind leg, knee, haunches, plastic, belly, fore leg, shoulder, ew, drool stain. She’d reached her goal.

Bon Bon clambered past Lyra and seized the pillow that had obviously been discarded pretty quickly. After lifting the blanket just a tiny crack to let some air in, she was good to go. She sidled up to Lyra until both were fulfilled by their shared body warmth.

Finally, time for some rest. The spot was pretty comfortable too, their tiny little world under the blanket, enveloped in undisturbed warmth, and completely quiet, save for the gentle wisps of Lyra’s breath brushing over the back of Bon Bon’s hoof somewhere further down. The opportunity to relax and do nothing for a while was welcome, though Bon Bon wasn’t tired in the slightest. It wasn’t a surprise either, Lyra had been the one who had done all the hard work. The evening had been full of surprises, demanding immediate solutions to rapidly changing circumstances. Lyra was good in thinking on her hooves, no wonder she’d been able to make the most of her talent for improvisation. She deserved some sleep now.

The adventure had gone pretty good, all things considered. They had braved the dangers that had barred their way, they had worked together to achieve more than they could have on their own, everypony had returned home safe and relatively sound, and everypony had learned something new. It was pretty obvious their two damsels in distress had learned to be careful not to get lost, and probably to heed the weather report for their own safety as well. Ponyville would make the weather forecast more obvious in the future, an oversight which had been in especially dire need of amendment considering how much weather they made regularly. And finally, things had been set in motion to conduct research and learn more about the exotic ecological imbalance that had taken hold of their otherwise mundane forest, as well as to contain it and restore the forest back to its former health. That was good progress!

Everything boils down to improvisation at the end. Just look at how much everypony had been able to accomplish only because they hadn’t been afraid to thrust themselves into unforeseeable circumstances. Nopony could have known what would happen next, every decision had been made on the spot. Nopony had been in charge.

And a lack of control always means a lack of information, and a lack of information always means chaos. But chaos means change, and change is progress, and progress leads to growth. Bon Bon felt that she had become more able and more willing the very moment she had entered past the towering row of trees. It was very cold, but she couldn’t have been more livid. She knew that she could do it, she knew that it was possible, and she’d always held on.

There was always that glimpse on the horizon, like seeing a lighthouse within the roiling sea. Bon Bon stood on one hoof, carefully keeping her balance as the waves crashed against her from all sides, trying to knock her into any of the infinite different outcomes stretching out from her in every direction. And she ran away from it all, ran as fast as she could, but she didn’t move from her spot. But then she walked, slowly, confidently and with diligence, and she crossed mountains and fields in the blink of an eye. Day and night were her allies, friendship was her banner and love was her armor. Above her was the raging storm, but it crashed down onto her with caressing warmth, washing down her entire body and finally cleansing her of all the encumbrances that had clung to her all this time.

Bon Bon awoke.

She was still in her bed, of course. The storm was still with her, if only in the sound of the last raindrops dripping onto the windowsill.

They must have pulled the blanket off of their heads and down to a more normal level. The window was glowing with a hint of blue. The sun was only beginning to come up, but the rain was spent at last. Lyra was here, her forehooves on top of the blanket and her nose high in the air. Her drool seemed to be spent as well as she slept soundly, the corner of her lips crusty with dried fluids. Although her mouth was open, Lyra breathed quietly through her nose, her chest rising and falling gently. Bon Bon rolled over and gently embraced Lyra’s midsection, who honored the gesture with a grunt of her nose.

The fuzzy chest fur was so familiar in Bon Bon’s face, and yet she never seemed to get enough of it. So comfy. Bon Bon drifted back into sleep.

It was pretty obviously a dream this time around. There were only clear skies and the warm sun above, painted with the patterns of birds dancing to the symphonic combination of their songs. Bon Bon was in the friendly meadow. Everypony was there, too. Big ponies and small ponies. Everypony was so happy to be together, there wasn’t the slightest worry in the world.

Even Lyra was there, right next to Bon Bon. Hi, Lyra. What are you doing here? Same as you, Bon Bon, we’re having fun. But we’re sleeping, aren’t we? Well, who says sleeping can’t be fun? Lyra brought a ball and they tossed it around. Then they ran sweeping circles in the tall grass. Everypony was so happy to see them, and that made Bon Bon happy. She lay in the grass and watched the others. The foals played and the adults talked.

She was a foal too. Or was she? She was bigger than them, as big as the adults. Two younglings stuck their noses together in a silly game and laughed. But wasn’t that the same thing Lyra and her did? It was so funny to rub their noses together and feel Lyra’s tickling breath, before they both snorted and giggled at the silliness. Maybe the line between foal and adult wasn’t that big after all. It was a really silly distinction to make. Nopony has to choose who she is, because she already is. She is herself. Why even ask the silly question in the first place? Would knowing the answer make any difference?

Bon Bon turned around. The birds were singing. Well, at least most of them were, except for that one. It didn’t seem to be able to contain itself, chirping itself into a frenzy growing faster and faster, the high pitched trill reaching a crescendo almost like the screeching of metal before the bird abruptly stopped and flew off.

It must have been right in front of the window, basking in the incredibly bright sunlight that enveloped the world. Her cheeks were numb from all the time they’d apparently spent on the pillow, and required some massaging of her hoof to wake them up. Afterwards, Bon Bon rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and blinked until the ceiling came to be from the brightness.

The sun jovially lit up the room through the window to her … left? Oh, that’s right. They were sleeping the other way around. What a funny thing to wake up to. That meant that in front of her, beyond her hooves, was only the headrest and the wall. Turning her head upwards yielded the upside-down door. The sun was slowly crawling towards it on the floor, meaning it must have already been well past noon. Would you look at that. To her right was the other wall, and Lyra was on the opposite side.

As with most days, Lyra was the even funnier thing to wake up to. But this time around, Bon Bon didn’t know whether she should laugh at Lyra’s ridiculous sleeping posture, or smile at the sight was sweet enough to make her heart melt. Really, all that was missing were the bars guarding the sides, and Bon Bon could have sworn she was looking at an adorable infant comfortably bedded in her crib.

Lyra was lying on her back, unabashedly stretching her limbs in every which direction. Obviously, she hadn’t been quite capable of bringing her hind legs together due to the fluffy bulk of her diaper inbetween, so in her sleep she’d instead went the other way and spread her legs so far apart she looked like a still life of a little ballet dancer.

True to foal fashion, Lyra had kicked the blanket off of herself long ago, despite the fresh wind still going outside. Accordingly, she had draped one of her forehooves over her belly and held onto it, trying to cover it up as much as the circumstances would allow. Her other hoof, however, was meant to cover her chest and shoulders from the cold, but found a delightful end with the very tip of the hoof securely embedded between Lyra’s lips. Though she was just about not nibbling on it, her sleep a quiet and even one, it was still enough to make Bon Bon feel a little closer to paradise.

The sweetness caused Bon Bon’s cheeks to tingle with homely warmth, no question. But there was something more, something so rare and elusive it should only come to be in moments so intimate as this one. Bon Bon was proud, her chest swelling with the knowledge that the comfort sufficiently whole to bring another pony’s inner self out into the world, it was Bon Bon who had rendered it possible with her will.

Lyra wasn’t just playing to be a foal regardless of goings on around her. It was real, real enough for her to live out her most intimate instincts. No little foal was ever alone on her own, but was only made whole through another pony who was there to take care of her and to nurture her. And there was no better evidence for Bon Bon’s prowess to care for Lyra than what affirmation of intimacy had bloomed from the seeds of her affection.

There was a wind howling outside, as always when temperatures changed, but Lyra was so quiet and relaxed, and it made Bon Bon relaxed. Bon Bon extricated herself from the blanket, that she found in her exclusive possession, so she could adjust her position and casually shuffle closer to her little hoofsucker until she could observe the spectacle in detail. The visible part’s very top of Lyra’s hoof glistened with a tiny bit of spittle, but that was the only flaw in the otherwise pretty tightly knit symbiotic existence, between Lyra’s sealed off lips and her own appendage turned sensory extravaganza.

Lyra’s cheeks were aglow with a mollifying warmth, and Bon Bon was always amazed how their fur was soft enough against her muzzle to tickle her nostrils, but too fine to make her sneeze. She couldn’t help but follow the trail of softness, the hairs of Lyra’s typically muzzy fur growing ever softer and more intimate as Bon Bon carefully traced the contours of her radiant neck, before she arrived in the imposing wilderness that was Lyra’s chest fluff.

It was so strangely appropriate. She couldn’t imagine Lyra any other way. How unabashedly Lyra just presented her exposed tummy to the world only because it happened to be the most comfortable posture, it was the most proper thing for any little filly to do. And it was so right. Bon Bon was hypnotized by Lyra’s belly, that big soft expanse with the most lovely little bellybutton at its center.

She was drawn like a magnet, and before she knew it, Bon Bon took in a deep breath and let all the exhilarating smells waft over her. It smelled so intensely of her favourite pony, the fresh, yet familiar invigorating pleasantness that subsumed her essence and made the experience so very real. The smell was heavily laden with the sweetness of shampoo, soap and of skin lotion, as well as the crisp freshness of the linens and mixed with the note of plastic from Lyra’s diaper.

It was the perfect amalgamation of cute baby smell and adorable Lyra smell. Bon Bon couldn’t get enough. As Lyra was so obviously presenting her diaper anyway, Bon Bon went ahead and accepted the offer, carefully placing her hoof onto the bulging plastic and pushing down on the puffy fluff just a tiny bit.

There it was again, the syrupy smell of a foal’s diaper and lots of skin care tinctures, overbearing on Bon Bon’s senses, drowning them out in pleasant memories and familiar feelings. Her maternal instincts were stimulated more intensely than any biological mother could ever dream of.

Just one more time. Ah, that smell. She could have happily done nothing but enjoy it all day.

“Hey, what exactly are you doing down there,” Lyra said.

Bon Bon jumped. Drat. Totally caught red hooved. Let’s see her talk her way out of this one.

“Uh, hi Lyra,” Bon Bon said, “Um … sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Lyra said flatly.

“I just didn’t think you’d notice,” Bon Bon said.

“It’s hard to miss somepony gobbling you up and down like that,” Lyra said. There were rings under her eyes, but they were likely from too much sleep rather than too little. “Besides, if you wanted to play with my diaper, you could have just asked.”

Oh. Right. She still had her hoof in Lyra’s crotch.

“I wasn’t playing with your diaper,” Bon Bon said, “I just, uh … well, see, I just needed to check your diaper. Yeah, that’s it.”

“Check my diaper?” Lyra said, “in the middle of the night?”

“Well, as you might have noticed,” Bon Bon said, “it’s no longer night.”

“Huh,” Lyra said, blinking in the sunlight, “so you say.”

“Because you’ve been sleeping for so long,” Bon Bon said, “I thought, the least I could do was to check your diaper. You know, see if everything’s in order down there. I know you don’t go easy on your diapers most of the time.”

That did the trick. All annoyance was forgotten as the conversation shifted towards Lyra’s favourite topic. Her diapers.

“Really?” she said, eyes suddenly aglow, “What about them?”

Lyra obviously never really had been annoyed at being woken up. She didn’t even care, as evidenced by the fact that she hadn’t changed her comfortable posture in any way, and neither was she complaining about Bon Bon still grabbing onto her diaper.

Oh, and she was still happily sucking on her hoof. Had Bon Bon been baited first thing in the morning? That was a new one. In either case, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary, really,” Bon Bon said, “You know how it’s pretty normal for all foals to be put into diapers. They can’t help it. They don’t feel it coming, and if they do, they don’t know what to do about it. And it’s so very much more difficult at night, when you’re sleeping all comfy and relaxed.”

“That’s why you also get checked on during the night, so I can make sure everything’s still proper and comfy. And that’s also why you get diapers so thick, Lyra,” she patted Lyra’s crinkling diaper in the middle, “so that when your tummy,” she ruffled the fur on Lyra’s belly, “decides that it doesn’t want to hold it back anymore, you don’t have to worry in the slightest and everything’s taken care of for you.”

Lyra had quickly turned into a squirmy bundle of giggles, observing the funny journey of Bon Bon’s hoof up her body with glee.

“And how did I do?” Lyra said around her hoof.

“You did amazing,” Bon Bon said, “everything’s still dry as a bone!”

Lyra gasped, eyes wide. It was adorable.

“That is so cool,” Lyra exclaimed, grabbing onto Bon Bon’s foreleg with a free hoof, as Bon Bon was drawn to her little hoof-sucking filly’s delighted wonder.

Of course, Lyra didn’t really wet the bed, but Bon Bon knew how much she loved pretending like she did. And there was nothing more satisfying than seeing Lyra’s excited thrill turn into genuine infantile joy.

“It sure is,” Bon Bon said, “You stayed dry, just like that! Everypony’s so jealous! All the little fillies are jealous because they wish they could stay as dry as you did. And all the big ponies are jealous because they wish they could wear diapers like you do. You’re such a cool filly! Isn’t that great?”

“It’s the greatest!” Lyra said. Bon Bon could veritably hear Lyra’s tail, wagging furiously under her crinkly underwear as she closed in on her giddy smile.

“And do you know what cool little fillies, who can keep their bed dry, get?” Bon Bon teased.

“What?” Lyra said, “What do they get?”

“They get a nice reward,” Bon Bon said.

Panic briefly flared up in Lyra’s eyes when Bon Bon pulled the hoof out of her mouth, but was promptly blown away as Bon Bon locked their lips together.

The kiss started off with a fiery moment before it quickly became rather one-sided, as Bon Bon had intended. This kiss was a gift from her to Lyra, and it was only proper Lyra would let herself be pampered for a treat as Bon Bon assumed control. She kept herself firmly pressed against Lyra’s soft muzzle, until Bon Bon could feel the tickle of Lyra’s breath against her own nostrils slow down in pace, and Lyra’s neck muscles relax back into the bedding. As Lyra gave herself up to the experience, Bon Bon upped the pace, gently brushing their lips against each other as she left a trail of soft smooches across the side of Lyra’s mouth and right onto her cheek. Bon Bon’s hooves found themselves within the tangles of Lyra’s mane as she embraced her head, smoothly running her hooftips across Lyra’s scalp while she planted ever more sloppy kisses onto the bridge of her nose.

Lyra’s horn intimately touched against Bon Bon’s forehead as she felt Lyra’s trembling breath on her neck. Bon Bon was all too familiar with Lyra’s favourite spots, and she was ready to play her trump card. Her hooves emerged from the sea of brilliant cyan and latched onto Lyra’s ears, softly dancing up and down the exceedingly ticklish inner edges, eliciting adorable little squeals of ecstasy while Bon Bon suckled on Lyra’s upper lip.

Bon Bon let her dangle for a bit, Lyra panting hard as she was tantalized by light soft prods against her nose and tiny little pecks onto her chin, before Bon Bon decided she’d teased her enough and went in for the finale, kissing Lyra squarely on the lips. She held Lyra’s head securely against her own as she proceeded to make out with her mouth, her tongue liberally playing around Lyra’s while she upheld as much surface of contact between them as possible. Little moans and squeaks had only brief opportunities to escape before Bon Bon sealed up any openings between their lips again, devouring the sensations of fur, skin and warmth that Lyra’s profound contact provided, until her own visceral satisfaction was fulfilled. Bon Bon held Lyra tightly and freely satiated herself on the overflow of Lyra’s bliss, between them a buzz akin to an electric current that grew stronger and tighter, until it culminated in harmonic equilibrium as the two lovers quenched their thirst.

When Bon Bon felt that both of them were sated, she drew back. Lyra had her eyes wide as she panted in Bon Bon’s face, her mane more mussy than usual and the fur on her muzzle frazzled and glistening with both their saliva combined. Lyra was ridiculously lovable in moments as intimately as this one. Bon Bon couldn’t help planting a final peck onto Lyra’s lips before she got off of her and began patting her mane approximately back into order.

“And?” Bon Bon said after giving Lyra time to recuperate.

“Uh …” Lyra said

“Was the reward worth it staying dry for?” Bon Bon said, “Well, as dry as when you woke up, I guess.”

“Totally,” Lyra said, blinking.

Bon Bon snuggled up to Lyra to enjoy a few more precious minutes of after wake-up coziness. She treasured these minutes every day, a brief moment to collect herself within the afterthoughts of comfortable rest before starting off into the day. She would have loved to do nothing except lazing around all day, but the wind was howling past the house and it was noticeably chilly without the blanket, so the least she would probably have to do was to start a fire or something.

Oh well, it couldn’t be helped. At least she could enjoy taking care of Lyra.

“So, how are you feeling?” Bon Bon said.

“I feel like a rock,” Lyra said, “A happy one, mind, but pretty lithic nonetheless. Boy, that must have been some party yesterday.”

“Do tell,” Bon Bon said, “you slept through the whole night and through the better part of the day as well. No wonder through, considering how long the adventure went yesterday.”

“Yeah, that was awesome, wasn’t it?” Lyra said, “We marathoned through the forest like it was nothing. Running up and down the hills and braving all the obstacles, like the best rangers in Equestria. And those stupid plant things? Please, they never even stood a chance. And then we rescued that pony and got him back home.”

“Well, you did most of the work,” Bon Bon said.

“It was a team effort,” Lyra said.

“Sure,” Bon Bon said, “but you were the one who went in first to explore the frontier, and you managed to fight your way through alone, and you never gave up until you’d reached your goal. You’re a hero, Lyra! We’re celebrating. Today, you can have anything you want.”

Lyra turned over and planted a smooch on Bon Bon’s cheek. “I already have everything I want,” she said.

A foalish squeal escaped Bon Bon before she shut herself up.

And she had been so firmly in control too. But Lyra knew exactly how weak she was to her sappy sweetness.

Lyra grinned.

“Anyway,” Bon Bon cleared her throat, “I do believe some recreation is in order today. You really exhausted yourself, and Twilight said you should rest until you feel properly back on your hooves again. So how about it? You lean back today and let me take care of stuff, and we’ll just take it nice and easy.”

“If you put it that way,” Lyra said, “how can I say no? Sounds great. I didn’t get to talk with Twilight too much. Apparently you guys had some sort of get together yesterday, but I kinda drifted off there at the end.”

“Everypony was pretty happy,” Bon Bon said, “I think Teak and Parting Ways were pretty much stunned from what happened, but everypony was so relieved that things had a good end. Twilight and Applejack said they’d be taking care of things from here on out, so I’m sure we’ll be hearing of them again.”

“And we’re going to Rarity’s again?” Lyra said.

“Yup,” Bon Bon said with no small amount of pride, “already set the date.”

“That’s so great,” Lyra said, “I always wanted to go back, but it wasn’t easy getting there. I take it things went very well between you?”

“Rarity’s amazing to be around,” Bon Bon said, “I never realized. She’s so pleasant, but always attentive and never makes you feel left out. We should have done this much earlier, but like you said. Still, I never realized what a weight this was on my shoulders. I wish we had some way to celebrate … wait …”

That was it! She could smash two windows with one stone. “Hold on, Lyra, I know what we’ll do.”

“Sure,” Lyra said.

She sat up, yawning deeply as she stretched out her hooves over her head. The rest of her body deserved a little wake-up exercise as well, not only her face.

Meanwhile, Bon Bon had slid off the bed and crinkled her way to the opposite end of the bedroom. She lit up like a blaze of creamy blues and purples as her backside entered the patch of radiance from the afternoon sun, with a gleaming crescent of pure white describing her perfectly smooth diaper at the center.

“Don’t tell me you stayed dry too?” Lyra said.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I?” came Bon Bon’s muffled voice. She had unlatched the wardrobe’s doors and delved deep into its wooden confines with her entire upper body.

“Well, it’s just something I hadn’t seen very often before,” Lyra said.

“Yeah, but,” Bon Bon said, hefting stuff aside, “what would it say about me if I used my diaper even before the baby did?”

“Hey, I’m not a baby,” Lyra said.

“I’m pretty sure how cute you were when I woke up says otherwise, my tail-wagging, spread-legged, hoofsucking little comfypants,” she said.

“Okay, okay,” Lyra said. She immediately closed her hind legs together. Her puffy diapers crinkled. “But if I’m a baby, you gotta admit I’m a pretty cool one. Right?”

“Sure, you’re pretty much the coolest foal I know,” Bon Bon said, “And do you wanna know how you can get even cooler?”

“Even cooler?” Lyra said, “How?”

Bon Bon emerged from the depths of the wardrobe, dragging two pretty big bunches of cloth out in her satisfied grin. “All you gotta do is, you gotta wear pretty cool clothes,” she said.

“Is that …” Of course it was. Lyra could feel the giddy gratification of the first time she’d held it in her hooves rise again. “Is that our pyjamas? That Rarity made for us?”

“Only the comfiest of hoofie jammies for the coolest of fillies,” Bon Bon said, “here, look.”

She placed her own sleeper on the floor and held up Lyra’s with a hoof, for her appraisal. As the material unfurled, to Lyra revealed itself the outline of a big pony body laid in fabric, with long sleeves to well enough cover each of the limbs and then some, and the hind hooves closed off with an extra layer of stuffed tweed at the soles for comfortable walking upon.

The fabric itself was fuzzy, fur fleece it was called, a type of fleece wool where the knit leaves the rough fibres open, producing a fur-like material that is downy soft to the touch like fleece, but retains the additional insulating properties of fur, to provide the most comfortable of warmth even in the coldest of circumstances. Lyra recognized the sleeper as her own by colour, most of it held in deep purple, and the fluffy collars around the neck and the forehooves accentuated with a lighter shade. But there was one big glaring stylish yellow stripe running down the middle and carrying over to the backside between the legs, flanked by two smaller stripes spanning either side from hoof to hoof.

“So? Wanna try it out?” Bon Bon said.

“Yes,” Lyra said, stars in her eyes, “yes, please, I wanna.”

Bon Bon savoured every rewarding moment as Lyra eagerly followed her movement back onto the bed, carrying her treasure aloft. With almost excruciating diligence, Bon Bon flattened the pretty fabric of the big foalish pyjamas against the bedding and rolled the material up for easier getting into.

She had to make sure everything was properly prepared for her foal, whose heart-wrenching adorableness was only the cherry on top. It felt so good to be able to do something nice for Lyra for a change, and Lyra made no secret of how much she enjoyed it, her tail crinkling up a storm behind her even before its tip became visible wagging from side to side.

“Alright, careful, you gotta stand up on your hind legs now. Come here, give me your hooves,” Bon Bon said. She had sat down on her haunches and beckoned Lyra to stand.

Lyra was pretty certain she knew how to dress herself. She just couldn’t be bothered to remember how it went with all this stuff going on. Yeah, that was it. That’s why she found herself already up on her hind legs, flailing around for balance before Bon Bon grabbed her hooves and steadied them against her shoulders.

Yup, Lyra had known all along that was what she had to do. Bon Bon had said she’d take care of things, Lyra only wanted to let her have her fun. Putting your own clothes on? Easy as pie. Awesome race pony striped body suit, here we come.

“Okay, Lyra,” Bon Bon said, “now you carefully have to step into these openings with your hooves. See?”

Oh, so Bon Bon hadn’t just randomly jumbled the clothing onto the ground. It should have been obvious. Bon Bon was pretty clever when it came to things like this. Bon Bon grabbed Lyra’s leg and gently guided it into one of the two openings she had prepared within the mound of fabric. When Lyra had steadied herself, Bon Bon took her other hoof and had her put it into the other opening.

Lyra gasped. It fit precisely. Two legs, two openings. It was amazing how things sometimes worked out perfectly. Bon Bon’s snickering could only mean that she agreed.

Bon Bon grabbed the velvety clothing by the sides and pulled it up. It felt amazing. Like huge soft socks being pulled up over your legs, except that they never stopped. The delicate contact of the shifting fabric made her skin tingle all over, but every part of herself already covered by the incessantly cushy pyjamas became fully encased in an envelope of relentlessly comfortable softness and warmth.

“Hold on now, up go your pants,” Bon Bon said as she scooted forward to get a better grasp on Lyra’s excitedly jumpy form.

Soon enough, the pair of socks joined into a pair of trousers being pulled over her knees and up against her haunches. Bon Bon reaffirmed her grip onto the edges of the sleepwear and surely worked it over Lyra’s bulky round padded hindquarters in a few firm pulls.

It felt hilarious. Lyra just couldn’t stop giggling. Bon Bon was doing a whole bunch of stuff to her behind, and she barely felt a thing! There was only a diffuse sense of pressure somewhere very distantly within the excessively cloudy softness that had been fastened so securely onto all of her butt.

Bon Bon could have been doing Celestia knows what back there and she wouldn’t have been able to tell. Lyra could hear the fabric swishing against the plastic of her diaper though, and shortly thereafter, Bon Bon pulled up the middle portion of the sleeper around Lyra’s hips. Her diaper was pushed up against her firmly as Bon Bon secured a snug fit, before the fastener was pulled tight around her tail and stuck to the other side.

“Alright, that’s the first half complete,” Bon Bon said, “how does it feel?”

“Feels like a really soft and heavy pair of pants,” Lyra said, “how does it look?”

“Looks really cool on you,” Bon Bon said, “And it’s amazing how well it is made. Everything just fits without problems. And the fastener above your tail? Genius. Makes it easy to hook up the zipper. With this level of quality, it really feels like you’re wearing professional race pony gear. Well, kinda.”

“I’m gonna be the fastest race pony in all of Equestria,” Lyra said.

“Well then, quickly, let’s get the rest of your gear on,” Bon Bon said, “sit down.”

Lyra promptly plopped down onto her behind, the clothing covering her lower body not moving in the slightest. When the upper portion of the sleeper was held open for her, she didn’t hesitate and plunged both her forelegs right into the two openings, working and flailing them around in the soft fuzzy sleeves, until her wiggly hooves emerged on the other ends.

Bon Bon pulled the outfit closed around her chest and held the two parts shut behind her back, making her shiver from the thorough warm caress. Lyra couldn’t immediately tell what exactly Bon Bon was doing since the metal zipper was separated from her skin by a long flap of fabric, but she apparently got it hooked up pretty quickly as she was already zipping it up. The sleeper lost all its looseness as it grew confident in its fit, the final mark of closure set as Bon Bon finished doing up the zipper and secured it underneath a second fastener that closed the gap around the neck collar.

It felt incredible. Lyra let herself fall back and stretched out on the bed. Not only did the sleeper sit perfectly, but it didn’t even allow for the tiniest bit of cold outside air to penetrate her cocoon of comforting warmth.

There was no chilly cracks between separate pieces of clothing, no frosty openings of loose garments without collars, no uncomfortable shifting and sagging as multiple layers of clothes pushed each other around. Her entire body was subsumed by one harmonic unity of soothing tenderness, encouraging her to relax down to the very last fiber of her being and embrace the total assurance that everything whatsoever was completely taken care of for her.

Lyra wiggled her legs into the room. It was so funny! She couldn’t even feel the movement of the air, so thoroughly were her hooves covered up in the insulating numbness. Even the crinkling of her diaper was now barely more than a muffled rustling in the distance, although Lyra wasn’t any closer to making its presence any less apparent. There were now a bunch of funny lines from the folds in the taut fabric all pointing straight toward her huge bulging round crotch.

“Feel good?” Bon Bon said after warming herself with Lyra’s frolicing long enough.

“It’s awesome,” Lyra cheered, “I’m gonna be a race pony. Look at my cool racing stripes!”

She wiggled herself around onto her other side and stood upright before she began bouncing on the bed up and down. She felt so much faster already! The gear totally makes a difference.

“Whoa there,” Bon Bon said, the bed frame creaking dangerously with every jump, “I can see how acrobatic those stripes are making you. But race ponies don’t jump around, they run really really fast.”

Lyra stopped. “Yeah I can run fast too!” she said, “No problem! Here, look. Um … ”

She would just hop off the bed and show Bon Bon her fastest sprint to the front of the house and back.

Easy as that. Just get off the bed and run. Okay.

The edge of the bed was right there. She’d done this a million times. How did it go again? Oh, yeah, she always lay next to the edge and then rolled off sideways. Alright, now she was lying down. Roll off … which way was it again? This side or the other? Boy, this was starting to give her a headache. Maybe just try it with a hoof first, like Bon Bon always did. Okay, the hoof was extended, but where’s the floor … Wow, must be way further down than she’d anticipated. Hm, maybe try it with the other hoof first …

It was just too cute, watching Lyra attempt a suave departure from the bed like she was wont to do, but just not quite getting there and ending up nervously wiggling her hooves in the air instead. She wasn’t going to figure it out on her own this time around, that much was apparent.

“Need a helping hoof there, Lyra?” Bon Bon said, “It’s not easy getting down from the bed alone.”

“Sure I can get down alone,” Lyra protested, “Do you take me for a little foal? Just so you know, I’m actually pretty mature. I can handle it.”

Despite her big words, Lyra was grateful that Bon Bon ignored her and held out her hooves for support. Grabbing onto them and lowering herself carefully onto the floor was much easier when Bon Bon was there to catch her, in case anything should go awry. It was much more fun too, doing things together rather than alone, so both of them profited.

In no time at all, she was securely on the ground with all four of her hooves, her forehooves brushing against the carpet and her hind hooves standing on the plush soles of her sleeper.

“There, easy,” Lyra said, “and now for the race. Gotta try it out myself to see how much faster I am now. Just give me the signal whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” Bon Bon said, “three two one go.”

Hey! She couldn’t have expected that.

But before Lyra could turn around to complain, she already found herself lurching forward and throwing herself right into the race. The start may have been a little rocky, but she would show Bon Bon what she was capable of. She concentrated all her efforts on running, her spirits high as the all too familiar adrenaline of the fierce competition took hold of her. This was it. Her moment. Lyra shot off like lightning.

She kept along the outer wall of the bedroom at first. Not many obstacles there, good for getting a feel for things. It wasn’t easy navigating at such incredible speeds. Whoa, there’s the changing table. Make a bank for the left in order not to collide. Muddy diapers on the floor, gotta avoid them. Reached the other wall, so far so good. Bon Bon had begun cheering for her. The crowd cheered Lyra’s name! That got her fired up.

Next, she came across the door. She decided against going out of the bedroom after all since she didn’t feel like being away from Bon Bon. Er, that was, she didn’t feel like leaving Bon Bon alone. Yeah, that’s the one.

Don’t run too far now, or you’ll run into the wardrobe. There we go, another turn and Lyra was headed back toward the bed. Now came the tricky part. Skillfully, she avoided the heap of toys and the pacifier box. A bunch of junk that had been deposited in the far corner scattered onto the floor, but it was nothing a racer of her agility couldn’t master.

Bon Bon’s sleeper on the ground, a fresh diaper and changing supplies passed her by, and a turn later she was on the final stretch along the width of the bed, straight toward her beloved filly playmate cheering for her across the finishing line. One final furious sprint, and …

Bon Bon had been barely able to contain herself, watching Lyra toddle around the room with glee, proudly flaunting her new filly pyjamas while making whooshing and whooping sounds with her mouth in her own version of an intense competition.

But when she saw the raw joy sparkling in Lyra’s golden eyes, the uninhibited elation that uplifted the ridiculously adorable big foal that she was married to, merely from such a simple and innocent thing as being immersed in her own unblemished imagination. It was in moments like this that Bon Bon felt as one with the endless possibilities of the universe, each more fantastic than the previous but none too impossible to brave. Lyra’s sweetness was simply overbearing.

Bon Bon found herself cheering for Lyra as if she was actually racing for her life.

Lyra crossed the imagined finish line and ran straight into Bon Bon, both rearing up on their hind legs in a cheerful embrace, as they jumped around just for the sake of it, laughing to their hearts’ content.

“You did it, Lyra!” Bon Bon said, “You won! You’re the fastest filly in all of Equestria!”

Lyra broke out in a huge smile. “I told you I could do it,” she said, “but it wouldn’t be possible without the rigorous support of my fanfillies.”

“I’m totally your fanfilly,” Bon Bon said, “here’s your prize.”

She gave Lyra a big kiss on the cheek. That made her only giggle harder.

“It’s not easy being this popular,” Lyra said, “but the winner’s interview will have to wait. I’m starting to feel bad, being the only one with such an awesome suit. Maybe we should get yours on too? I saw it back on the race track. I’ll fetch it for ya, if I get to dress you up. Deal?”

“Sure, sounds good,” Bon Bon said.

Even though she rarely made it obvious, Lyra loved looking out for all of her friends, making sure they were provided for alright. Bon Bon had always theorized that it was a childhood trait of hers that she had never gotten rid of, considering how prominent it became whenever she let herself slip back, and thankfully so. Beside the point, Bon Bon was curious how the hoofie sleeper felt, and she was eager to see hers again.

Lyra gingerly picked it up, horn completely forgotten, and carried it back to Bon Bon.

Bon Bon’s sleeper was similar in make, although visibly different in circumference, accounting for her slightly broader stature compared to Lyra’s.

It only spoke of how incredibly well tailored they were, on top of being customized in terms of visual design. Bon Bon had been all over the colors and patterns as soon as it had been suggested. The design wasn’t very complicated, but it more than made up for it in its shining brilliance. Her sleeper was done up in a beautiful light blue, that was cool and comforting like clean water, while the collars, trims and soles complemented it perfectly with their impressively vibrant pink, acting as moving highlights to the sleek design. The only visual adornment was constituted by a big pink heart emblazoned right in the middle of the chest, right where Bon Bon felt the boundless spring of her love.

Granted, the design might have been a bit sappy in hindsight, but there had been no way she could have refused something so beautiful and cute.

Surprising her exactly not in the slightest, Bon Bon put on her pyjamas pretty much on her own. Lyra couldn’t be faulted, she did her best to help, but Bon Bon was simply faster. Instead, Lyra focussed on something she felt that Bon Bon lacked, namely shifting and adjusting the fit of Bon Bon’s sleeper, to make sure she wore it in a sufficiently cool and trendy fashion. Putting it on was a pretty interesting experience in itself, the fabric clothing her in a benumbing softness that permitted no immediate sensation from the outside to reach her skin.

When Bon Bon pulled it up around her hips and over her diaper, and Lyra’s basically random prodding shifted from her legs up to her belly, she became aware of just how comforting it was to lose herself in the featureless softness. It was like submerging herself in a big, soft, floaty cloud, soothing and relaxing as everything around her became coziness and warmth, except that it stuck to her unobtrusively and reliably, granting her a huge range of practicability.

It was kind of exciting, too. Bon Bon couldn’t deny that lavishly wearing little foals’ clothes for their luxurious comfort increased the temperature of her cheeks just a tiny bit.

Bon Bon only required Lyra to do up the zipper on her back, to which she gladly complied, after Bon Bon had sat down and pulled the sleeves over her forelegs. Lyra happily pulled the sleeper tight around Bon Bon’s back, about similarly as she had done, and fiddled around a bit before she managed to hook up the zipper and zip it up snugly. She parted Bon Bon’s locks to close her up to her neck, and let them fall in place again.

“You know, it’s kinda fitting that you should have a big heart painted on your chest,” Lyra said, “Wanna know why?”

“Why?” Bon Bon said.

“Because I love you with all my heart,” Lyra said, and threw her forelegs around Bon Bon and embraced her from behind.

Now that truly fueled the blaze in Bon Bon cheeks.

Lyra snuggled her as hard as she could. Cool ponies are cool because they always say what they think, right? Lyra had to be the coolest pony in town right now. She couldn’t help it either, she just felt so strangely spirited all the time. It was a weird feeling. All the warmth and energy she had generated during her morning exercise was retained, conserved and prolonged, by the insulating confidence of her hoofie sleeper. All the while, it encouraged her to relax and let all distractions fade away from her sole focus at the same time. The result was a strange mixture of harmonious vigilance, of carefree acuity, that wasn’t unpleasant in the least. It was only new and unfamiliar, but promising for some nice new experiences.

Meanwhile, Bon Bon focused on the contact between the two of them instead. Lyra and her were in the middle of a hug no doubt, but neither of them could feel the other directly. Instead, there was a widespread source of pressure and warmth softly weighing down on her from behind, like being coddled up in a big cozy blanket that somepony shifted and moved around. As their bodies shifted against each other, the movement of the fabric was more like a diffuse tingle all over Bon Bon’s skin, generating more heat in turn that kept fuelling the excitement of the novel ordeal.

She could feel Lyra’s heartbeat on her back, but she had to concentrate all her senses so intensely on making it out, that it raised the whole ordeal to an entirely new degree of intimacy. Every part of Bon Bon was solely primed on Lyra, and she loved every moment of it. This was something she could get used to.

And so they sat for a while, Lyra embracing Bon Bon from behind and Bon Bon hugging Lyra’s hooves against her chest, both of them enjoying the strange new feelings of their newfound circumstances in their own way.

For shame, they should have done this much earlier. Sure, they’d worn the sleepers once or twice after they’d gotten them, but never had the experience been as intense as this. And with the summer being as hot as it was, it’s been way too long to make good use of the coziness. Bon Bon would be these sleepers in high regard from now on. Lyra deserved it.

Caring for little filly Lyra was incredibly gratifying. The mood was highly infectious when Lyra was relieved of all her big pony authorities and responsibilities, and she let herself become a spring well of unbridled happiness that overflowed endlessly. But Bon Bon also enjoyed the primal satisfaction of making sure that everything was properly in order and Lyra would have nothing but the grandest time.

Bon Bon had the ability to provide stability and certainty for somepony so small and innocent, so completely dependent. It was enlightening. Even now, Bon Bon found herself stimulated to the highest degree, going over the traditional parameters of foal care, anticipating the next stop in the ever recurring set of basic necessities. Satisfying those necessities notoriously was little more than a mundane chore for most ponies, but it couldn’t have been a more magnificent exercise in diligence and humility for Bon Bon, that lifted her into a state of inner peace as if she were soaring among the clouds.

Let’s see, Lyra had been already bathed and cleaned yesterday, and they had rested. Now that the dressing up was taken care of, what was it that came next? Oh, right. Food.

The hug eventually came to an end.

“So how about we grab some breakfast for you, Lyra?” Bon Bon said, “Or, like, lunch. You know what I mean. I’m guessing you must be pretty hungry after all your heroic deeds. All great ponies get to eat after a job well done. How’s it sound?”

“Great ponies!” Lyra exclaimed happily and proceeded to waddle towards the door.

Guess that’s a yes, then.

Lyra didn’t require too much attention for the moment. She knew to be careful when going down the stairs, mindfully taking one step after the other only when she stood securely on the previous one. Bon Bon descended after her, merely an observer more than anything else.

They arrived in the common room and Bon Bon just let Lyra go roam freely around the house. The only thing that Lyra was prone to, was to run into something when speeding around too fast, but there wasn’t much of a chance of that happening anytime soon, as evidenced by their previous race track escapades. Her big diapers bulging from her backside reduced Lyra to no more than a broad-legged toddle, and even if she should stumble and fall onto her butt, Bon Bon highly doubted she would even be able to notice at all through the cushy thickness.

Instead, Bon Bon turned into the hallway and crossed into the kitchen. The linoleum floor was flooded by the beautiful radiance of the low-hanging sun, although the exhibition taking up most of the space wasn’t quite as beautiful.

The kitchen sink and large portions of the counter were taken up by a towering jumble of pots, cups and cutlery, the gentle but insistent reminder to clean up after the series of assemblies that had taken place here in recent history. Bon Bon didn’t feel like it at the moment though. Somepony would take care of it eventually at a more appropriate time. She’d rather spend as much time as possible with Lyra instead.

Seems they were going to experiment with the food today. That wasn’t all too different from usually, mind you, but the outcome was still a surprise most of the time.

Bon Bon opened the cooling box. With the pot containing the former rest of Lyra’s stew gone, the metal compartment looked pretty much bare. All that remained was the almost empty bowl of yoghurt, and the milk jug.

Bon Bon carefully lifted the milk out by the handle and set it down. She knew well enough to be cautious in situations like this, so it was with the utmost restraint that she raised the lid and smelled into the contents. But there was no bad surprise, the milk was still fresh. Good, that was a start.

A deep wooden plate and a wooden cooking spoon were all the clean things she could find in the immediate vicinity, so it would have to do for both of them. Bon Bon exited the kitchen and went back through the common room. She brought the plate along with her into the pantry, passing by Lyra, who was curiously spinning in circles.

In the pantry were the usual suspects, bags over bags of dried oats that had accumulated over the years and still seemed to grow more numerous with every passing harvest. Sure, why not? The plate soon emerged from the billowing dust, filled to the brim with oats. They would surely taste great with … let’s see. Lemons? No. Ginger? Nope. Coriander? Yuck. Ah, there was a lidded bowl with some leftover honey scrapings. That’ll do just fine.

Meanwhile, Lyra had set out to take survey of the house on her own. It was such an entirely new feeling, walking through the familiar place in her novel clothing. She couldn’t even feel very much, the soothing softness covering practically every part of her body.

Merely her forehooves were in direct contact with the wooden floor boards, but her hind hooves were walking on their private little cushions of her sleeper’s soles. The lack of static support under her legs made her walk slowly and with care, but that only gave her more time to enjoy the thorough comfort of the experience. It was like her entire lower body was all padded up, with her cushioned hooves and her fluffy overalls and the bulking diaper under her tail.

It made her feel secure and confident. She was completely taken care of, the air only making contact over her muzzle and through her mane as she moved. Lyra intensified the impression by spinning around in a little twirl. It was superb. Everything all covered and comfy, and she felt always ready to go.

Bon Bon had gone past her toward the pantry. That meant she had that part of the house covered, and Lyra moved toward the opposite end instead.

The hearth had remained filled with half-burned wood buried in ashes, somepony would have to clean that out. The coffee table and the sofa had been left as they were, buried underneath a big pile of towels and blankets that had formerly resided in the wardrobe. The time of their usefulness had passed yesterday, when they had been needed, but it was still good, having a big pile of softness around never hurt. In the opposing corner leaned the machete, its huge blade gleaming coldly. Sure, it was a pretty scary thing for most ponies, but there was no need to worry, Lyra was a master of the art.

Satisfied with her inspection, she crossed over into the dining room.

The table was surprisingly clear. Lyra carefully pulled back a chair and planted herself on top of it, her legs dangling onto the ground, as she scooted towards the table until she could place her hooves on it. She had been drawn by the curious sounds of Bon Bon scraping and stirring in the kitchen.

There was an otherworldly dance of some motes of dust in a ray of sunlight. Wow. These things could really dance like crazy. Lyra wondered how a dust mote party would look like.

Bon Bon stepped in from the kitchen, carrying a big wooden bowl of some sorts with a handle sticking out of it. She chose the place next to Lyra to settle down and served the bowl of …

“Oats?” Lyra said, “Ew, I hate oats!”

“Don’t be silly, Lyra,” Bon Bon said, “you don’t hate oats. You eat pretty much everything.”

“But I do hate oats,” Lyra insisted, “they’re all thick and malty and they stick to your tongue when you eat them, and they taste of nothing. How can you eat that?”

“Oats are very good for you,” Bon Bon said, “they are very healthy for your digestive system, and they are pretty satiating for hungry little fillies. And they don’t taste of nothing either. Look, I put some honey and milk in them.”

Bon Bon stirred up the soggy mass with the spoon, and it remained standing where it had been piled up.

“That’s so gross,” Lyra said, “it looks like puke.”

“Nonsense,” Bon Bon said, “here, let me show you how good it tastes.”

Oh boy, here came the old, pretending to like the taste, again.

Bon Bon took a big spoonful, and the spoon was way too big, cleanly into her mouth. Instead of the usual hums of feigned satisfaction however, she became still and raised her brow. She ate down her bite and immediately took in a second spoonful.

“Wow, this tastes really good,” she said, “I’m surprised.”

Bon Bon really seemed to enjoy it. Did it really taste that good?

No! Lyra had to stay strong! She said that she hated oats, and she had to stick to it, with iron resolve, no matter that Bon Bon was sitting there and devouring the food on her own.

Lyra’s resolve lasted the entirety of the third spoonful before she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Can I also have some oats, please?” Lyra said meekly.

“Sure,” Bon Bon said, pushing the plate toward her, “look, I’ll even share the bowl with you.”

Lyra gasped. The entire bowl! That’s so amazing. Bon Bon’s awesome, she’s always so nice.

There was no time to be lost, Lyra immediately began making all her preparations so she would be ready to eat as soon as possible. That is, she opened her mouth and looked at Bon Bon expectantly.

Bon Bon didn’t miss a beat and stuck a helping of the yummy mush into Lyra’s mouth. Lyra took it in and prepared herself for the worst, but it never came. Instead of the slimy flavourless goo she had been expecting, she was surprised by a very pleasant juicy texture, almost like sweet cream, that carried with it a multitude of crunchy oat seeds, delightful to chew on.

The honey was what made most of the difference in taste, sweetening up the doughy mixture so that it tasted like a yummy juicy cake, but it was cold milk instead of warm, taking the edge off the sweetness and complementing it perfectly with a refreshing chill. The bite lasted all too short before Lyra was left with her empty mouth hanging open for more, to which Bon Bon happily obliged.

“You’re right, this tastes so good,” Lyra said, spraying oats onto the table, “I can’t believe it. How can something this tasty be healthy?”

Bon Bon giggled. “Just because something is healthy doesn’t mean it has to taste bad,” she said, “there are a lot of tasty healthy things, like yummy apples and crunchy carrots and sweet grapes. And oats just happen to be a great staple for them all. Now open up, gotta keep my filly nice and healthy.”

The meal was delightful. Lyra found herself enjoying it exceedingly much, not just because the food was good, but also because she was being spoon fed by her favourite pony in the entire world. Sure, Bon Bon was eating as well, and plenty at that, making it obvious that the food had turned out pretty good even to the more refined of tastes. But Bon Bon was so joyfully prudent when it came to feeding Lyra, always ready with the next spoonful and encouraging her to eat as soon as the last portion was gone, notably keeping the eating downtime close to zero.

Bon Bon didn’t hide at all how happy she was to be able to feed Lyra, and that made Lyra happy because she could let herself be fed to her heart’s content. She loved being spoonfed. It’s awesome. She doesn’t have to do anything at all and can still enjoy the amazing tastes and the pleasant little touches. And there wasn’t the slightest worry to keet her from enjoying it to its fullest.

As if it could ever have gotten boring, they’d begun with the little spoonfeeding games before long. First, the spoon became a train pulling into the station and unloading a cargo. Then, the spoon was a pegasus pony delivering some clouds, and Lyra was enthralled watching her path through the air before she landed right in her mouth.

After that, it was a competition. Lyra had to slurp the food off the spoon. But where was the spoon? It was only Bon Bon’s empty hoof. Surprise! The spoon had been in her other hoof all along. Lyra couldn’t stop giggling at the amazing trick as Bon Bon happily wiped the oats from her lips with a hoof.

They had to take a short break after all, because there were some dry oats stuck to the bottom of the bowl that Bon Bon needed to stir up.

Lyra had planned to use the time to relax, but in her relaxation, an entirely different issue called for her attention, and alarmingly fast at that. It was the call of nature.

See, Lyra hadn’t been entirely truthful before. Sure, she had woken up completely dry, but there had been a bit of a fullness to her tummy that she simply hadn’t felt the need to do anything about. Until now, that is, especially as she was relaxedly sitting upright and with the volume of her freshly filled belly bearing down on her.

Oh no! And just after she’d been going on to Bon Bon about how mature she was, too. She couldn’t let her know, no way. There was hardly anything less mature than making your morning pee pee in your pants while you are being spoonfed your breakfast. Lyra would never live it down.

“Alright, gotta stir it up just a little bit more, and then we’re good to go,” Bon Bon said, “are you ready for the next bite?”

Finally, more food! Lyra couldn’t wait for more of the yummy taste … No! Don’t let yourself be distracted! The urge to relieve herself grew more burningly intense by the second, but there was a much more stark realization at hoof.

It was the fact that Lyra had no idea what she was supposed to do about it. She knew there was something about holding it back, that big ponies were supposed to do. Wasn’t it supposed to slow down or something? But none of that was happening! It was growing more urgent by the second, and her body was only relaxing without! She just couldn’t remember how to coerce her muscles to show some interest in her plight!

Lyra curled her hooves as she got goosebumps from the impending relief, the urge becoming very real underneath her tummy. Why did it all have to be so complicated! She didn’t want to have to deal with all this stuff! She just wanted to eat!

The spoon bumped against Lyra’s lips. “Open up,” Bon Bon said, smiling the most comforting and relaxing smile, like only she could.

Lyra gladly obliged, taking in the food and placidly chewing on the pleasant taste.

She took the opportunity to covertly clench her jaws as she felt her body lazily begin to urinate underneath herself. A shiver ran down her spine, as the primal relief washed over her, finally able to let relaxedly come out what she hadn’t even realized she had been holding in.

Lyra was sitting slightly leaned back, so she could empty herself freely, and just concentrate on eating her yummy food and swallowing it with content, while the hot liquid splashed onto the insides of her thighs and soaked into her fur everywhere inside the diaper.

“Another one?” Bon Bon chirped, “You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot.”

Lyra nodded eagerly and took another helping into her mouth, chewing happily. The spoon tickled like a little feather as Bon Bon scraped the dripping food off her chin.

Lyra was a foal after all, she couldn’t deny it. Luckily, that meant she didn’t have to do anything other than continue to go tinkle freely into her clothing. It was expected of her. Everything had been taken care of. She didn’t have to worry in the slightest.

And why should she? Circumstances were on her side. She was all covered up in this comfortable hoofie sleeper, and that meant that Bon Bon wouldn’t be able to see the big pee pee stain on her baby panties. She was practically in the home stretch. All that was left was to make sure no little gasp or moan of satisfaction managed to escape her lips, no matter how awesomely intense the relief was that made her hooves tremble and her tail twitch, while the hot puddle she was sitting in continued to rise higher and higher.

“Thanks, Bon Bon,” Lyra said quietly, “for feeding me.”

“No need to thank me,” Bon Bon said, “all good little fillies get fed until they’re happy. And you’ve been the best and happiest little filly of them all.”

Lyra found herself rubbing her tingly muzzle at the infantile compliment.

“Thanks,” she said, “I like being a little filly.”

“I know you do, honey,” Bon Bon said, “We’re so lucky that it’s exactly who you are. A very cute and very handsome little filly. And now let’s finish things up here. Only a little bit left to eat.”

Lyra proceeded to feast on the proffered food while she finished up going potty into her diapers, wrapped around her butt and so solidly and securely. There wasn’t much more she had to do, except to wait patiently until she was empty. She didn’t even pay attention anymore as the last drops of pee dribbled out.

She couldn’t even feel them running down her skin as usual. The liquid immediately vanished within the soaked diaper fluff that was held up against her so snugly by her pyjamas. The soaked pulp sat immediately against her skin, swelling rapidly as it reliably took care of Lyra’s needs. Lyra took in a deep breath and allowed herself a sigh, relishing the funny feeling of the light emptiness and the serene fullness in her tummy at the same time.

“You really liked that, huh?” Bon Bon said while scraping out the last bits from the bowl.

Several spoonfuls later, and Lyra was properly satisfied. The size of the portion had just been perfect, although she suspected that was more of Bon Bon precisely knowing the amount of food she preferred and eating the rest herself, rather than having prepared the correct amount in the first place. But that was fine. Lyra liked the idea of somepony knowing everything about her down to her physical details, and she was more than happy of giving herself up completely to Bon Bon’s care.

“It was perfect,” Lyra said, pushing away the spoon that had come to rest on the table.

“Great,” Bon Bon said, “I think it’s time for the afternoon nap, then. Are you ready? I feel my eyelids growing heavier by the moment here.”

“A nap?” Lyra said, “But we only just got up. Can we lay down again already?”

“That’s the question a grown up pony would ask, yes,” Bon Bon said.

“Alright,” Lyra said, “nap time it is, then.”

Before she knew it, Lyra already stretched her forelegs out to her sides and arched her back in a big yawn. Wow. Was she really that tired or really that lazy? Didn’t matter, all that she could think of was lying within Bon Bon’s tight embrace.

“Okay, go ahead and wait for me on the couch then, sweetie,” Bon Bon said, “I’ll be right with you after clearing off the table.”

Lyra promptly slipped off the chair and set out towards the couch. She paced herself, taking her time to amble through the two doorways and across the common room. Moving around while being all swaddled up like this still was a curious experience to her, and she was still trying to get used to the fabric shifting and brushing against her skin all over while she walked. Her foalish intuition told her that she should be feeling the warm plastic sagging down toward her knees by now, but it wasn’t so, because the compact design of her sleeper kept everything snugly where it was supposed to be.

When she reached the couch, she crouched to the ground and felt pressure against her behind, as the sleeper’s fabric tightened under the movement. But when Lyra hopped onto the furniture and sat down, all tightness relaxed and her pyjama returned to its usual whole and languorous warmth. She leaned back and sunk into the lavish folds of her clothing. Ah, this was comfortable. She could get used to this, if she didn’t fall asleep right away.

Of course! Sleepers were made for sleeping! How didn’t this occur to her sooner? That was where the name came from, after all. Walking around in them was a little bit more taxing than usual because of all the soft material you carry around with you, but, in return, sleeping, or at least lazing around peacefully, was made so much more convenient and worthwhile by the immaculate shell of cozy warmth that kept you protected all around. That was what made her so drowsy, too. Bon Bon had the right idea after all, when she said they should take a nap.

A crash sounded from the kitchen as a tower of metal kitchenware was toppled over, followed by muttered curses, as Bon Bon appeared from the hallway.

“Whatever,” she said, “I don’t care. That’s future-me’s problem.”

Although she was clad in bright colors, wearing her stylish light blue sleeper, and obviously padded out around her rump region, Bon Bon still managed to stride with grace and dignity, as she left her former concern behind and closed in to spend time with her big little filly instead. And her big little filly, that was none other than Lyra.

Bon Bon sat down on the couch next to Lyra, stretching out her forelegs as she slumped back. Lyra didn’t miss the opportunity to let herself fall over sideways and come to rest on Bon Bon’s plush chest with her head. With great satisfaction, she felt a foreleg immediately close in around her and a hoof softly touching against her cheek.

“Hey, there,” Bon Bon’s chest rumbled, “How are you holding up? You tired yet?”

“Mmmmm …” Lyra said.

That was the extent of all the conversation Bon Bon felt was needed at the the. She held Lyra tightly against her chest, and her heart fluttered with delight when Lyra habitually snuggled her face into the soft fuzziness.

Now, Bon Bon really had Lyra where she had wanted her all along, totally relaxed down to the most intimate of her instincts, and wholly immersed into a world of boundless comfort. Getting her to this point wasn’t all too difficult, but Bon Bon knew how much she enjoyed the experience every time regardless. And Bon Bon enjoyed it too, the knowledge that Lyra would gladly accept what she had to offer and give herself up to her care without second thought.

Bon Bon was about ready to doze off, when she felt something soft nibble at the edge of her hoof. Sure enough, Lyra had surreptitiously brought Bon Bon’s hoof up to her mouth and was probing it up and down carefully with her lips.

Bon Bon giggled, making Lyra’s head vibrate.

Lyra couldn’t help it! There was this tingling desire to explore some new flavourful texture vying for attention in her mouth, and her body had almost set out on its own to bring something satisfactory against her lips. Whatever something that was closest in range, which just happened to be Bon Bon’s hoof.

“Wow, you really do need something in your mouth today, huh?” Bon Bon said, “Alright, hold on, I’ll see if I can scrounge something up.”

Bon Bon disengaged from Lyra, got up, walked back over to the other side of the room and vanished up the stairs. Where was Bon Bon going? Hopefully to get something interesting to chew on. Lyra felt like she was going to go crazy if she couldn’t get something to satisfy the incessant craving into her muzzle.

She wondered how the coffee table tasted, with the funny patterns of its wooden top ground down to a bumpy smoothness and darkened by years and years of pony use. But no matter how hard she tried, Lyra couldn’t lift the table up to herself. Tough luck, gotta try something else.

What about the sofa? It looked interesting enough, with its off-gray surface and its varied smells from a long time of being sat upon. Yuck! That didn’t taste good at all. The tightly woven fabric was all fuzzy on her tongue, and it tasted very salty, although Lyra didn’t want to think about where that came from. Okay, that were pretty much her options. The only thing that was left was her own hoof, although the familiar taste already grew stale moments after she had stuffed it into her mouth.

Luckily, Bon Bon returned to the rescue, carrying something in her mouth, a small thing gleaming in the sunlight. Could it be … ?

“Paci!” Lyra exclaimed.

“Yup,” Bon Bon said around the handle, “couldn’t find your old one from yesterday, so I just took a new one from the box. I hope you like it.”

The pacifier was definitely unfamiliar. It had a flamboyantly transparent purple plastic shield that was embedded with a bunch of colorful tiny glitters. The rubber nipple was obviously new, bouncing in front of Lyra’s face without the slightest bite mark on it. She could already feel the hypnotic pull at the back of her head before she’d even decided that, yes, she liked it.

Bon Bon’s and Lyra’s muzzles met for a moment with the plastic shield between them. Lyra got the rubber nipple slipped between her lips, and Bon Bon let go of the little white handle.

The soothing calmness immediately overcame her as the big rubbery volume took up its familiar place, comfortably filling out the inside of Lyra’s mouth. It was as if the roaring fire had been finally put to rest with a gush of alleviating fresh water. The ravenous craving was satisfied at last, as Lyra could chew and suckle upon, and play her tongue around, the rubber nipple as much as she wanted. The plastic shield caressed her lips with every movement, reassuring her that her paci would stay exactly where it was supposed to, and she could enjoy it as she desired.

Lyra was truly pampered now. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t indulgently occupied, swaddled, cherished or relieved, and it all blended together in a prickling fireworks of baby bliss. She couldn’t have had a care in the world even if she tried to, so occupied was she with all of the lavish luxuries at once.

Lyra felt herself be embraced from behind and pulled back, and she just let herself fall over, for she knew that Bon Bon was there to catch her. Bon Bon was in charge, and Bon Bon always knew what was best.

Bon Bon was truly at peace now. This was all she had wanted, some quiet rest. She had taken Lyra into a hug and lay down sideways along with her. Lyra was too far gone, that much was clear, as she suckled and munched sloppily on her rubber treasure. So it was up to Bon Bon to wiggle themselves into a comfortable position.

There wasn’t exactly any contact with Lyra due to the thickness of their pyjamas, and for the diffuse presence that Bon Bon felt in her embrace, she might as well have been holding a big bag of flour in her hooves. A big, soft, good-smelling bag of flour, whose body warmth soon joined up with her own even across the boundaries of the textiles. Bon Bon held onto her flour tightly and allowed herself to relax, watching the sparkling purple pacifier shield bobbing up and down in Lyra’s muzzle, hypnotically, up and down and up and down.

It was good. It was vindicating. These were the moments Bon Bon had always dreamed of when she was little, and she had arrived here in the end. Now she could truly say, backed by all the validation of her vast amount of experiences that had led up to this moment, all the things bad and good, all the failures and successes.

It had totally been worth it.

There was nothing left Bon Bon would wish for at the moment. This had always been one of her biggest dreams. Her own house in the quietest corner of a quaint little town, her own family, married to the pony she loved, her own decisions she could make without anypony meddling with her because she was queer or a misfit. But was she really? Could something this beautiful be queer? Could anypony begrudge her for greedily taking in all this comfort and coziness? It was so very peaceful.

From the corner of her eye, Bon Bon observed how the bobbing of Lyra’s pacifier became slower and slower, until it was replaced by a cute little rumble coming from her chest. Bon Bon’s filly had dozed off in her hooves.

Outside the dining room window, leaves and branches swirled around as the wind tore against the poor old oak. But it was good for the tree in the end, because by having the old baggage taken off of it, room was made for new and fresh life to spring when the time came around next year. It was hypnotic. The cycle of life, always repeating itself without error, and the circle in which the junk swirled in the wind, outside the window.

Maybe all those years hadn’t been wasted after all. Maybe they had been necessary steps on a path that allowed for no shortcuts. Could Bon Bon really claim that she would have been able to appreciate all that she had built up for themselves, if she had been given it when she was little? That she could uphold and maintain her status with the diligence and experience that it was due, and that she could build upon it and improve both it, and herself?

Because that’s what life is in the end, taking everything you have and constantly improving it, finding things that are lacking and fixing them with things that are surplus, ever expanding and increasing your possibilities. And, importantly, enjoying yourself along the ride. Change is inevitable, and that makes life not a thing of stagnation, but a thing of motion. Always moving forward, as sure as the sun sets and the moon rises only to trade places again, as sure as the birds sing and the bees do their busywork, as the temperatures rise and fall and bring with them howling winds and roaring rainstorms. The lands are shaken up and mixed thoroughly only to settle down and grow anew, bringing life back to where it had started.

All that counted was them. Bon Bon and Lyra. For they were only once, unique in all of existence. There was nothing like them in the entire universe. It was a circumstance to be treasured. All that counted was that they were together, and that they moved forward. All that counted was strength and warmth, progress and comfort, adventure and security, the dualities that marked the opposite ends describing a circle.

Life wouldn’t be possible without opposites. Spring and fall. Hunger and plenty. Adversity and peace. Sadness and happiness. Bad and good. And as essential for survival is the drive to rectify the things that are bad, no less important is having the leisure to enjoy what is good.

And life’s pretty good, all things considered.

Bon Bon had no idea which of her thoughts were genuinely hers, and which were more of her daydreams’ byproducts as she had kept snoozing off and on. She must have been out for a while, as the sun stood lower now and lavishly immersed the rooms in a whole slew of colors, from crystalline blue, over fiery orange, to brazen pink.

That wasn’t what had woken her up though, as the thumping noises were heard again.

There was a commotion outside the front door. Somepony was there, doing weird things. Were they jumping around? And was that somepony singing? No, nopony was singing, it was just somepony talking without much confidence.

Lyra looked at her. She heard it too. Better go investigate. Bon Bon got up from the couch, and she anticipated the knocking before it happened.

Knock, knock, knock … knock?

“Hey, uh, it’s us!” a familiar voice said. It was Teak, the pony from last night! “Um, is anypony home?”

“Of course they’re home,” Parting Ways said, “they said they would be.”

“Oh, right, um,” Teak said, “We just wanted to come by and, you know, say thanks and all. Can we come in?”

Bon Bon cleared the sleep from her throat before she called out, “Hey! Sure, come in.”

Hesitation? Fear? Nope. Bon Bon was as lucid as day. There was only one thing she wanted to do. Somepony had knocked, and Bon Bon wanted to invite them in. Simple as that.

The door opened and Bon Bon went to receive the strange but funny couple they had met only yesterday.

Wow, they looked like a total mess! Teak entered into the hallway, the otherwise smooth calmness of his amber fur and his homely stature completely thrown out the window by his messy mane that stood off in every which direction. Parting Ways was much better off in comparison, the grey mare only fighting with a few strands of her cerulean mane. Her eyes lit up when they beheld Bon Bon.

“Hi there,” Bon Bon said, “you look, uh, interesting.”

“Yeah, it seems things took more of a toll on us than I would have thought,” Parting said, “Not even to speak of Twilight’s watchfulness. You wouldn’t believe how many ways you can test a pony. Boy, I can tell you there’s not a sickness left in Equestria that we don’t have.”

“Yeah, Twilight’s known to be the most well studied pony in Ponyville,” Bon Bon said, “Seems she’s got a knack for it. I take it you still found the time for a nice long sleep regardless?”

“As did you, so it seems,” Parting said.

“Yup,” Bon Bon said, boasting with her hoofie sleeper, “there’s no more comfortable way to rest.”

Her movements were accompanied by the unmistakable muffled crinkle of plastic, if the thick outline of her hindquarters hadn’t already been obvious enough. Yes, she was wearing a diaper. Why? Because she wanted to. Oh, okay. That’s pretty much all that there’s to it.

Parting seemed to share her sentiment, as she didn’t bring any attention to the fact. But she still regarded Bon Bon with unfettered curiosity.

Meanwhile, Teak tried his hardest not to stare, and failed. When he realized he was busted, he spoke up.

“I, uh, I wanted to …” he said, “I mean, for what you did, we thought we would …”

“Is Lyra here too?” Parting finished for him, “Teak here wanted to say a few words to her, you know, for the whole saving his life business.”

“Sure,” Bon Bon called over her shoulder, “Lyra? It’s for you!”

Like a gunshot, Lyra came toddling into the hallway and stepped past Bon Bon in front of Parting and Teak, her fuzzy striped sleeper rustling and crinkling all the way. She suckled absent-mindedly on her sparkly purple transparent pacifier as she regarded them curiously.

“Hi, Lyra,” Teak heard himself say.

Lyra’s eyes opened wide and the biggest smile grew behind her pacifier. Lyra! That was her name! She giggled.

“Hi, Teak,” she said.

“Thank you,” Teak said, “For saving my life, I mean. Thank you so much. I would’ve been lost if you hadn’t come for me. I’m endlessly grateful.”

“You’re welcome,” Lyra said around her pacifier, as if it wasn’t even there. She tittered at the fluttery feeling in her stomach.

Lyra had saved this pony’s life. His essence was in this world just because of her. There was no more personal thing somepony could do for another pony, no more fundamental way to keep the balance of the universe. And why had she done it?

Who cares? She loved being praised.

“Thanks, um … right, so,” he said, “So we were thinking, um, I mean, I was thinking. None of this is Parting’s fault. But I had this idea, uh … because I wanted to thank you for what you did, and there was … from when we arrived, I mean. We were only passing through when we stopped in Ponyville. My saddlebags were still there, at the train station, where I left them. And then we left and all the stuff happened, but we were going to visit somepony originally. Visit relatives, I mean. But we have to go back home now instead, obviously. So, yeah. And they, uh … you know, they got little kids, and … uh … yeah. And then, um … Gosh, I hope this isn’t so inappropriate.”

“Just give it to her,” Parting Ways said, “I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be fine.”

“Okay, um … this is for you, Lyra,” Teak said. He turned to reach into his bag with a hoof, and out he pulled Lyra’s present.

It was beautiful. It was a figure. No, it was more like a doll, a wooden facsimile of a pony with masterfully rendered features. The timeless image of an athletic body, a long slender neck, regal ears and the noble mane and tail flowing back splendidly in an unfelt wind. The doll had this air of majestic grandeur about it, despite the featureless face, and despite the fact that it was pretty obviously a foal’s toy.

The curtly standing pony did not sport a single sharp edge or corner that could be dangerous to a foal, no doubt the product of a long time of diligent work, polishing the wooden surface to a perfectly round smoothness. But the doll was also painted in a large variety of totally clashing colors. The body was blue, the head was red, the face was yellow and the legs were four different shades of green, the mane was cyan and the tail was brown, and there were a whole bunch of accents in the different colors of the rainbow all over the thing.

Teak’s cutie mark was a wood carver. He must have been sitting forever to carve out such a neat and well shaped doll, not to mention getting it sanded so smoothly and painting it. He was obviously pretty talented, and it was a magnificent present.

It was fairly large too, big enough for Lyra to comfortably press against her chest after she’d eagerly taken the doll into her possession.

“Bon Bon, look!” Lyra said, eagerly showing it to her, “it’s so awesome!”

“It looks really nice,” Bon Bon said, “and what do we say to the pony who gave us something really nice?”

“Thank you, Teak!” Lyra said happily, grinning at him hugely, “It’s so cool!”

“You’re … uh,” Teak said, “you’re … uh … “

Lyra tried to cross necks with him like the big ponies did. But she fumbled and ended up only brushing her cheek against his. Didn’t matter, it conveyed everything she had wanted to say.

She went back to ogling her prize. Teak was beginning to melt into a goofy smile from the cuteness.

“You’re welcome,” Parting finished. She didn’t hide how much she enjoyed this display of obviously genuine foalish glee.

“Teak made it as a present for our relatives,” she said, “but the visit’s postponed now I suppose. He makes stuff like this in the workshop, and I think it turned out pretty nice. I’m glad the present is well received. It was his idea, you know? Despite how big and strong he looks, he’s very sweet like that.”

“So, do you want to come in, maybe for some tea?” Bon Bon said, “Or, like, water. There seems to be a little mess in the kitchen at the moment.”

“We’d love to, but we have to go,” Parting said, “we just got finished with the hospital check up and we have to get back to the library or Twilight will come looking for us. She’ll help us make arrangements for the night. We’ll see each other tomorrow though, right?”

“Yeah, sure, we’ll be there,” Bon Bon said, “Until tomorrow then. Have a nice evening!”

“You too,” Parting said, “although I’m sure you will.”

They turned to leave, and Bon Bon waved them goodbye before she closed the front door behind them.

And that was that. A small visit from a couple of ponies to exchange some pleasantries. How quaint. And what nice ponies they were! They came all the way out just to say thank you, and they were even nice enough to bring a gift for her little filly. That took some serious kindness. Bon Bon would really need to keep in touch with them, she looked forward to seeing them again already now.

Lyra had already vanished back into the room and was dancing around, reared up on her hind legs, holding her new dolly high into the air and making whooshing sounds with her mouth.

“Look how high she can fly,” Lyra said.

“Oh, so she’s a pegasus then,” Bon Bon said.

“No, she lives high up in a tower and she researches new magic for everypony to use,” Lyra said.

“So, she’s a unicorn,” Bon Bon said.

“No,” Lyra said, “she’s an ambassador of the realm and travels to the furthest parts of Equestria to strike peace and wealth.”

“So she’s an earth pony,” Bon Bon said.

Lyra plopped down onto her butt. “I don’t know,” she said, and suddenly gasped with determination, “we have to find out! We gotta go play, now!”

Bon Bon felt warm all over at Lyra’s foalish antics. “Alright, alright, let’s go play,” she said, “you lead the way and I’ll be right behind you.”

But Lyra only sat still and looked on in confusion. Oh, right. She couldn’t carry the doll because her mouth was already occupied. Bon Bon came to her aid and took the doll, and Lyra promptly jumped up and happily waddled off.

Alright, Lyra carefully had to climb the stairs, one step after another. She didn’t want anything to happen, that would only make Bon Bon upset, and she didn’t want to see Bon Bon upset. She gingerly put one hoof after another onto the next step, one step after another, retaining her balance as she slowly moved upwards.

It wasn’t easy climbing the stairs, what with her sleeper and her diaper and all the stuff constantly moving against her body, but Lyra kept paying close attention. If there was one thing she was really mature about, then it was the fact that she wasn’t easily distracted.

Lyra almost stumbled over the last step because, through the bedroom door, she could already see the vast, yet uncharted expanse of the toy pile on the floor. It was all right there, a heap of stuff scattered all over, just for her to explore!

As quickly as she could, Lyra toddled over into the bedroom and plopped down in front of the first of the many very interesting items that caught her eye. True, she had been stepping over and around all these pieces for days, but here presented itself the unique chance of researching each and every one of them in detail.

Lyra picked up the item. It was a foal’s rattle, and she was holding it by the milky white plastic handle and observed the bulb at the top. Lyra knew what it was, but what did it do again? She tried to taste it, but the toy just clacked against her pacifier. Right, so that option was out of the question. Let’s try something more sophisticated.

Lyra bashed it against the ground, and on contact with the carpet, the device produced a quaint little jingle. That was hilarious! She could make sounds with it! The rattle made some more noise as Lyra shook it, and she fell into her own rhythm, making a little song out of it. The beat may have been just a tad out of sync, but she was proud of it regardless.

“I see you already found a nice toy to play with,” Bon Bon said when she arrived at the scene.

Lyra bent backwards and joyously shook her rattle in Bon Bon’s face. “Look,” Lyra said, “it’s a magic wand. Isn’t it cool?”

“A magic wand?” Bon Bon said, “And what ever do you need a magic wand for?”

Lyra giggled. “It’s not for me, silly,” she said, “it’s for her!”

She was given the doll into her outstretched hoof, and then she combined it with the rattle, stuffing it between the wooden pony’s legs. The big bulb wouldn’t fit, but what if she tried the thin handle instead? And, there. It held! How cool was that! Lyra held her doll up and shook it vigorously, and the doll magically produced music with her wand.

Bon Bon chuckled all the while. Was it really that funny? Didn’t matter, hearing Lyra laugh made Bon Bon laugh too. And laughing was fun. Who didn’t like to laugh? Lyra giggled along with Bon Bon as she shook her doll in the air.

“Look, they’re all dancing,” Lyra’s said, “Look, Bon Bon! Um …”

The doll was alone. She needed friends to dance with!

The rattle tumbled off into obscurity as Lyra threw herself forward and crawled toward her treasure trove of alluring curiosities, her adorable plush baby tushy wiggling back and forth high in the air. She found her next object of interest as soon as it came into the range of her hooves. It was a fuzzy tennis ball! That was perfect. The tennis ball was already so bouncy and squishy on its own, it would make the ideal dancing partner.

“Bon Bon, look!” Lyra said, plopped back down on her hindquarters and swayed her toys back and forth in the air as her version of a smooth and courtly dance, the doll in one hoof and the tennis ball in the other. “They are dancing!”

Lyra was beyond adorable. Bon Bon could downright feel her heart dissolve in the sugary, syrupy sweetness that was her imaginative little filly, all caught up in her little filly games. She could have taken her up and snuggled her in a big bear hug, but Bon Bon found that she could barely even keep up with Lyra’s bouncy energy. Bon Bon had only just joined up, before Lyra had already been distracted from her current game by everything else that was strewn about all around her. She passed the tennis ball over to Bon Bon.

“I that for me?” Bon Bon said.

“Yeah, you have to keep it,” Lyra said.

“Why do I have to keep it?” Bon Bon said.

“Because you’re the keeper of stuff!” Lyra said, “You have to keep the stuff until we decide to un-keep it!”

Nodding with self-evidence, as if she had just explained to Bon Bon that the sky was blue, Lyra satisfiedly turned back and crinkled off toward her next toy.

So, she was the keeper of stuff. Alright, better hold on to it then.

Although, it was actually quite curious. If Bon Bon just put the ball on the ground like that, it would probably roll far away if somepony happened to knock against it. Much better would it be if she stored the ball over there, among the building blocks. There, looks much better. Bon Bon had always known having those building blocks around would be practical.

She couldn’t for the life of her remember where they had come from, but here they were.

And it turns out that foals love playing with building blocks. Lyra would adore them if she ever got to spare some attention. They were pretty nice building blocks. Smooth wood with rounded corners and painted in different pastel colors. They felt quite nice to pick up and hold, and their colors shone so brightly in the afternoon sunlight.

It was a shame that the colors clashed with each other because somepony had arranged the blocks that way. Red couldn’t be next to green. What had she been thinking? Red belonged next to orange, because they were neighbouring colors. And after orange came yellow. There, isn’t that much better? But there was something missing after yellow still. And there were so many colors left to choose from. Bon Bon had to stay vigilant.

Lyra couldn’t help giggling at the funny feeling as she stirred the clattering pile of tokens around with her hoof. All those tiny polished edges dribbling onto her hoof made it feel all funny and tingly. It was the product of at least one, and probably more than one, of board games that had been spilled onto the floor at some point.

The carton game boards themselves were around as well, but the hadn’t interested Lyra very much. There were lots of lines and symbols drawn on them, and other junk that she couldn’t make any sense of. But these game pieces were much funnier. They were small flat blocks of polished white with a bunch of little black dots drawn on them. And they were so smooth and shiny. They felt so weird!

Lyra lifted her dolly away from her chest. If she wanted to try it out too? Let’s see. Lyra stuck her wooden pony into the heap and knocked the chattering tokens around with it. Wow! Look at how much fun she’s having! Lyra knew she would like it. If you wanna have fun, the first pony you go to is always Lyra.

She would have moved on to find the next super fun activity for her little dolly, but Bon Bon suddenly appeared by her side. And that meant, Bon Bon built herself up almost on top of the giggling Lyra, looking for something.

“I need the purple one,” Bon Bon said.

Lyra had a bunch of questions on her mind, but she couldn’t decide, so she just suckled on her pacifier in a questioning fashion instead to get her point across.

“The purple block,” Bon Bon said, “it’s not there!”

Oh, the purple block. That was easy, because she’d just seen it before among the game boards. There was a small, approximately white textile kerchief that had somehow found its way there, and it lay bunched up on top of the purple block. Lyra pulled the kerchief to the side and offered the block to Bon Bon.

“Lyra, you’re a genius,” Bon Bon said, “Now I can finally finish up.”

Lyra didn’t quite know what do with the compliment, but she crawled after Bon Bon to find out what exactly it was that she was getting finished up with. When they arrived, Bon Bon set the purple block in place and made Lyra’s eyes go wide at the marvelous sight.

“Rainbow!” Lyra exclaimed.

The building blocks were arranged in a neat circle, all of them coordinated by color in order of a beautiful rainbow.

“Yup,” Bon Bon said with no small amount of pride, “you just gotta know which color comes after the next, and the rainbow practically builds up itself.”

“Wow, you’re so cool, Bon Bon,” Lyra said, “I don’t know which color comes after the next.”

Bon Bon shouldn’t be boasting. She knew she shouldn’t. This was all way too childish. But she couldn’t help it.

“And that’s why you have me,” Bon Bon said, “and don’t worry, I’m here to stay. How about you show me to more of your colored toys, and I’ll arrange them for you?”

And so, the two little filly playmates now crawled along, side by side, their fluffy baby butts wiggling in the air in unison.

Lyra and Bon Bon made their way back into the thick of the toy heap. There were a whole bunch of toys that turned out to be not of too much chromatic interest. Lyra seemed to be taken by a miniature see-saw in particular, which had probably been part of a much more complex construct at some point, but had come loose as a tiny plank fastened to a small peg that just happened to lay still in more or less the perfect balance. That was more than enough for Lyra though, as she eagerly let Bon Bon explain to her the properties of mass and weight as she weighed small objects against each other, ranging anywhere from plastic cookie cutters to game tokens.

There was also the wheel. It was just a wooden disk of sufficient roundness, the leftover part of a miniature wagon or carriage that had been lost over time, or, which was more likely, hadn’t even existed in the first place. But Lyra had so much fun sending it off and watching it roll across the room until it eventually got knocked over by something, it was enough to make Bon Bon overcome her initial scepticism as to the entertainment value of such an activity.

In fact, she found herself spending the better part of a few minutes, enthralled by the small device, making bets with Lyra whether it would fall over to the left or to the right. The competition found its spectacular conclusion as both of them erupted in howling laughter, when the wheel suddenly remained standing still without falling over at all.

That was the extent of what constituted the most interesting playthings though. Most of them were not colorful at all and only bore the familiar brown of wood, the dullness of cloth or the muted tones of colored plastic. Where were all the full, bright colors? Nowhere to be seen, that’s where they were. Bon Bon began to feel a bit of disappointment set in, as their foray into the riches of toys yielded no results for her.

That was, until she spotted the sticks.

The sticks were curious little pieces of wood, cuboid in shape and varying in length, and, most importantly, painted in lots and lots of wildly different colours. Bon Bon immediately had Lyra assist her in the excavation of the discovery.

Together, they plucked away an array of miniature kitchenware and the according miniature kitchen appliances, some bunched up pieces of paper with unintelligible symbols drawn on them, two metal spinning tops and a yoyo as well as a compass without a needle, some yarn, a small foam hammer, and they hefted a big wooden board without any apparent purpose out of the way. The archeological find yielded more and more of the sticks, every one with a new color and a different length, all of which Bon Bon eagerly shoveled away from the site and into her domain.

It soon became clear that they had hoarded all of the sticks in one place as new ones stopped turning up. Now came the question of what to do with them.

Bon Bon tried arranging them in different shapes and angles, laying them out coherently to compare their sizes and widths, and even trying to sort them by color, but there didn’t seem to be any rhyme nor reason to the exceedingly complex collection of inhomogeneous items. Lyra lent her expertise as well, skillfully banging the sticks together, but there was no insight to be gained either.

The revelation came almost accidentally. Only when Bon Bon attempted to sort the sticks by size, she happened to come into possession of two candidates for the next larger stick to a smaller one. And they happened to be the same shade of green.

That was it! They came in pairs! Bon Bon immediately instructed her assistant Lyra to help her group matching sticks together, and before long, they had established the pairwise affiliation of every single stick in their possession. Well, almost every one, but the solo sticks got discreetly tossed to the side. Cleaning up the sample.

Their purpose became clear to Bon Bon as well as she regarded the collection. She had Lyra fetch her the largest sticks of them all and then observe her creation.

The biggest ones were blue. She put them on the floor in parallel. The next ones in size were the orange ones. They got stacked on top of the blue ones in perpendicular. Then came the grey sticks. They were oriented like the blue ones for perfect stability. After those came the pink ones, then was yellow, then back to dark blue, then green, and so on. It didn’t take long until Lyra had caught on to Bon Bon’s masterful scheme.

“It’s a tower,” Lyra said, completely enthralled.

“Yeah, it’s a tower,” Bon Bon said, “that’s why they get smaller, so you know which ones belong on top of the previous ones. If you understand the architecture, you can build high rising structures with it. Wanna try it yourself? Here, I’ll help you.”

Lyra was given a stick into her hoof. She tried her best to help out, but ended up enchantedly watching as Bon Bon guided her hoof to the top of the steadily rising tower and gingerly placed the piece onto it. It was amazing.

Lyra didn’t think she’d ever seen a pony as skilled as Bon Bon in her life. Lyra was nervous at first, but Bon Bon kept encouraging her, and before long, she was carefully helping with the construction of the impressive structure under the guidance of the architectural artisan.

“Wow, it’s so big,” Lyra said, the tower terminating at the level of her nose.

“And it seems we’re done,” Bon Bon said, “that was the last piece.” At least the last of those they’d found.

“It’s such a cool tower,” Lyra fancied, “it looks over the entire land. Everypony is so impressed. Can she climb it?” She stuck out her doll.

“No,” Bon Bon warned, and Lyra immediately drew back her doll.

It wouldn’t do, Lyra needed a much more awesome reason for the tower to fall.

“No, Lyra,” Bon Bon said, ”you have to be careful. To build a tower this big is an extraordinary feat, and there are extraordinary powers at work to accomplish it.”

“Powers?” Lyra said, “Like magic?”

“Yeah,” Bon Bon said, “Big and strange magics keep this tower upright, magics that can do things you wouldn’t even imagine.”

“Things?” Lyra said, “Like scary things?”

“Very scary things,” Bon Bon said, “it’s a dark and menacing magic that built this tower, and the big bad forces still inhabit the tower, and it, um … “ She fetched the tiny see-saw and placed it at the top, across two sticks. “It stole this magical artifact that the ponies need to be happy, and it keeps it locked at the top of the tower.”

Lyra gasped. “She has to go and save the ponies,” Lyra said, presenting her doll again, “she’s an adventurer! She’ll go and defeat the tower and then the ponies will be happy again, and she’ll be the hero.”

“Your time has come, brave hero,” Bon Bon said to the doll, “go forth and conquer the tower and return to the ponies of the realm their vital artifact.”

Lyra eagerly had the wooden pony gallop to the base of the tower in the most regal and noble fashion. Now was her time. She would show the ponies what she was made of and drive the evil from the lands as a hero.

Lyra grabbed her doll and smashed it into the tower. The tower collapsed and the sticks were strewn in all directions.

The clattering of the sticks was incredibly loud. Lyra had never seen anything as funny as the destruction she wrought. She almost fell over from laughter, and when the noise subsided, she could hear that Bon Bon was laughing as well, and together the two fillies dissolved into a howling and tittering mess of mirth. It was hilarious! It was so loud, she hadn’t expected it at all! And how the sticks fell, her entire vision had been nothing but colors.

Bon Bon rubbed her eyes as she was trying to recover from laughing so hard, and that made Lyra fall into a fit of giggles again, despite the fact that her stomach already ached from the hilarity. She managed to calm down, and only grinned as Bon Bon crawled over to check up on her.

“She’s some adventurer, huh,” Bon Bon said, “I’ve never seen an adventurer overcome an adversary with such grace.”

“She’s the best adventurer,” Lyra said, “And she managed to bring the tower down and to get the artifact back. Are the ponies happy?”

“The ponies are beyond grateful,” Bon Bon said, “and they celebrate the glorious return of their adventurer. Yay adventurer!”

“Yay adventurer!” Lyra chanted, and held up her doll proudly.

The feeling was strangely similar to what Bon Bon had felt yesterday.

“She completed an adventure, just like you did, right?” she said.

“Me, an adventure?” Lyra said.

“Yeah, yesterday, you also went into the big and scary forest at night,” Bon Bon said, “and you saved somepony, and everypony was happy.”

“But she’s an adventurer,” Lyra said, pointing to the doll.

“You’re an adventurer too,” Bon Bon said.

“Oh!” Lyra said. It had been so obvious. “Well, then she’s me! Yay Lyra! Yay Lyra!”

The doll danced in the air, as high as Bon Bon found her brows raised. Lyra’s capability of that entirely flawless logic was uncanny.

“But it was different, yesterday,” Lyra said, “at least I don’t remember there being anything about a tower.”

“How was it, then?” Bon Bon said, “I never got to hear the full story, only what you told before falling asleep.”

“Well, it was, uh … let’s see,” Lyra said, “There was the forest, and I went there, but it was raining too much. Well, not in the forest, but before it. Wait, let me show you.”

She crawled back to the excavation site and placed the bunches of paper together. Then she scooped out a load of the white game tokens from their pile and scattered them over the free carpet. And then she came back to Bon Bon and presented her doll.

“So this is the field behind the meadow,” Lyra said, “after the row of trees. See, these white things are all trees. And it’s raining, so I can’t see a thing. On top of that it’s pretty dark. This is just after we leave the house. So I’m running around these trees, trying not to run into any.” She held the doll and had it gallop between the trees, skillfully evading any that lay in her path. “And I’m heading toward the forest. The stuff back there, that’s the forest. And as I approach the forest … “

“Wait, wait,” Bon Bon said, “so the doll is you?”

“Yeah,” Lyra said, “that’s me, and I’m heading toward the forest.”

“But there’s something missing then,” Bon Bon said, “hold on.”

She moved over to the spot at the side, where Lyra had first begun scavenging materials, and promptly found what she had sought. Then she took the pony doll and brought the bright kerchief up between her hind legs. The corners of the off-white cloth were quickly twisted into knots on either side of the pony’s hips. Bon Bon couldn’t quite get it to reach around the tail, but it already held onto the doll’s bottom well enough.

“There,” Bon Bon said, “now it’s you.” Her historical accuracy was something to behold.

Lyra raised a brow. The flimsy piece of cloth was obviously supposed to be a makeshift diaper, but the semblance didn’t hold up to all too much scrutiny. It was just a small bunch of fabric, barely covering her doll’s hindquarters. Lyra looked down. Between her legs was a big round bulge that strained her sleeper to a taut smoothness. Nope, Bon Bon’s image was hardly adequate, but what could she do, Bon Bon had always been pretty imaginative.

“Right,” Lyra said, taking the doll, “So, as I’m approaching the forest, I’m obviously still wearing my diaper, and that’s good too, because it’s pretty creepy. It feels pretty weird, and you can already tell that something’s off just by the way the air smells. I run straight at the forest and I eventually reach it, and then I have to go around to find a passage inside, you know the one where we go picking mushrooms.”

“I know the one,” Bon Bon said, “we went through the same path when we came after you.”

Lyra changed the scene, now throwing all the paper and a bunch more game tokens onto the carpet. Lots of trees. They were in the forest.

“So I follow the path along the hill,” Lyra said. She cleared a line between the trees with a hoof. “I think it’s a good idea to stay uphill instead of going down. But I can’t go on because there’s, uh … ” She grabbed a bunch of colorful sticks and put them in her way. “There’s these here blocking the path.”

“Oh! The leech seed!” Bon Bon said.

“Leech seed?” Lyra said.

“Yeah,” Bon Bon said, “they leech everything off of the other plants. Or ponies, I guess. That’s why they call them that.”

“Sure, that makes sense,” Lyra said.

“And this is where we cleared them out and went straight ahead,” Bon Bon said.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know that yet,” Lyra said, “so I had to climb down after all.” She cleared more trees away off to her side. “But the, leech seed, kept getting more and more.” She tossed more leech seed on top of herself until she was surrounded. “And then I kinda got stuck. The things were everywhere. I kinda thought about turning around at this point, but, well, I didn’t really want to do that either. So then I, uh, I kinda got mad and started hitting them and I began clearing them away. Lucky for me, I had my trusty machete with me. Every adventurer needs their signature weapon for their adventures! To think you wanted to throw it out!”

“I take back everything bad I ever said about your machete,” Bon Bon said. She still found the thing atrociously hideous, but she couldn’t deny its usefulness after all. As long as she didn’t have to have anything to do with it.

“Good, because I intend to keep it,” Lyra said, “so you two had better make friends.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Bon Bon said.

“So, anyway, I clear out these leech seed,” Lyra said, pushing them aside, “And it turns out they don’t grow that close together everywhere, so I can kind of find my way around the easiest path and even go and climb up the hill again.” She threw more and more leech seed into the forest and proceeded to clear a curvy line through all of it until it came close to her original line. She lifted herself higher and higher into the air.

“I’m climbing up,” Lyra said, ”and then there’s this huge flat rock. You know the one I mean? Where the ground is much softer at the bottom. I’m at the top of the rock, and I see that there’s no leech seed at the bottom, so I jump down --”

Bon Bon squeaked.

“Did you just squeak?” Lyra said.

“No, I did not squeak,” Bon Bon lied, “But it was really, really scary. The rock, I mean. It was like, super high and it was dark, so it was very scary. And I know that you most definitely did not jump down there.”

“Okay, you’re right,” Lyra said, “I did not jump down, but I slid down on the side, on the earth.” She made the motion with her doll. “So I’m pretty dirty, but hey, that’s part of the fun. I continue on, and, yeah, there’s a bunch of plants and stuff, but nothing really exciting. This part’s pretty boring to be honest. It’s quite a stretch. That is, until I arrive at the river.” Lyra dragged the wooden board right on top of the trees and separated them into two parts. “This is the river, right? You know, Root Channel, the one that’s usually just a jaggy drop into a bunch of rocks. Not this time, though. It’s chock full with water. It’s foaming. You should have seen it.”

“I did see it,” Bon Bon said, “It was pretty scary.”

“Right,” Lyra said, “So here’s the bridge.” She took the foam hammer and placed it across, “And it’s super slippery from all the water. But it never stood a chance. An adventurer like me? No problem. I made it across just fine. And then came the climb.”

Lyra got up and walked over to the bed, and then her doll clambered onto the side of the frame and slowly made her way to the top. “It was a big, huge hill out there, and I climbed it all the way to the top. And the top was a very nice clearing with a whole bunch of pretty plants and everything, barring the leech seed. Did you see it?”

“We were there too,” Bon Bon said, “it was gorgeous. I can’t wait to go back there when everything’s said and done. You did find Teak after that though, right?”

“Yeah, I found him,” Lyra said, “he was just there, after a little bit more climbing, downwards this time.” She moved her doll to the corner of the bed, and then pointed down to its base on the floor. “There, there he was. Uh, just imagine a landslide here. And then I went to him, and I got him. And then I waited for you.”

“And that’s where we came!” Bon Bon said, “We followed your path, but we could easily clear the plants thanks to Twilight.“ She pushed her hoof on the floor and cleared a way through the vegetation toward Lyra. “We followed your awesome trail, and we came to you.”

“Wait, you can’t be your hoof,” Lyra said.

“But, I don’t have anything else,” Bon Bon said.

“Let’s see,” Lyra said, and went past Bon Bon to where they had started out. She came back and gave Bon Bon herself into her hoof.

“The yellow block?” Bon Bon said, “Why do I have to be the yellow block?”

“Because we don’t have a white one,” Lyra grinned, “besides, you have no reason to complain. It’s a pretty nice looking block.”

“You think so?” Bon Bon said.

“Uh, I … guess?” Lyra said.

But Lyra couldn’t say anymore. Bon Bon took her little joke completely for serious. She had taken the yellow block from Lyra’s hooves and wielded it proficiently. She presented it to Lyra with a sultry grin, and then homed in on the doll. She bumped the block against the doll’s muzzle, joining the two toys in lovers’ union.

“You know what came next, right?” Bon Bon said.

Lyra calmed herself with her pacifier. She knew she should understand what Bon Bon was talking about, but she didn’t feel quite fast enough to catch on at the moment.

“What came next?” Lyra said.

“The reward,” Bon Bon said. The building block tumbled out of her hoof, and the doll soon followed, as Lyra found their faces only a hair’s breadth apart. “Every awesome, cool, life-saving adventurer gets a reward, even if she is also a very cute and very adorable little filly pamperbutt, who loves her nucky. Do you love your nucky?”

“I love my nucky,” Lyra said. She never knew how much being called cute could make her rump tingle.

“Do you wanna take it out of your mouth, just for a moment?” Bon Bon said.

“Um …” Lyra said.

Bon Bon pulled the pacifier out of Lyra’s mouth and kissed her firmly on the lips. Lyra immediately froze, providing all the more surface for Bon Bon’s charge as she deeply satiated her ravenous hunger, her hunger for Lyra, her crazy, insane, unique, beautiful, lovely Lyra. Bon Bon kissed and pressed herself up against Lyra, but held her fast in her embrace, because she knew Lyra was just a little filly, and she had to make sure she wouldn’t fall over.

Lyra relaxed and wound up again, and she tried to kiss back, as her brain attempted to understand what was going on, but she had no chance against the voracious appetite of Bon Bon’s facial assault. Bon Bon desired Lyra so much, and she made sure to keep her exactly where she was until her thirst was fully quenched. Lyra could do little more than whimper and moan as Bon Bon had her way with her lips, and Bon Bon kept it up without pause.

Lyra felt Bon Bon’s lips slip and slide around her own mouth, as her nose and chin was suckled upon, before Bon Bon pressed herself in even closer and had her way with her tongue. They moved against each other without resistance, thanks to the slippery film of their combined saliva that coated half of Lyra’s face by now. She was paralyzed, like under an electric current that was buzzing in her head. Every time she was about to get a grip, new parts inside her mouth, some of which she hadn’t even known existed, were awoken into burning frivolity under Bon Bon’s scrupulous examination.

Only when Bon Bon felt the fire in her slowly recede back into the diffuse craving that had been her companion all day already, did she cut Lyra some slack. She let go of her lips to kiss her lightly on the side of her mouth and on her cheeks. A final kiss on the nose signalized the ordeal as over with. Bon Bon carefully drew back and slipped the pacifier back into Lyra’s absently grinning muzzle.

“And that’s what happened,” Bon Bon said with finality.

“What happened,” Lyra echoed wetly, her muzzle dripping with drool.

“That’s right,” Bon Bon cooed, “it’s what happened. See? Everything’s fine, Lyra. You did great. You are a very adorable and very cute little filly. You are very proper, you know how to behave like a little filly and how to move, even how to think like one. You know to let yourself be dressed and be fed, and your cute little filly butt is big and round, like it’s supposed to be. You are the best and super cutest little baby filly, Lyra. There, there.”

Bon Bon pulled Lyra’s soft form toward herself and turned her around, and Lyra let herself be moved about, her entire world of fluff and fuzz and gentle caresses. She ended up limply leaning back into Bon Bon’s chest, with two forelegs around her stomach closing her in, snugly into the bulwark of warmth and softness.

“You did awesomely, Lyra,” Bon Bon said softly, “You’re an awesome adventurer. And you made lots and lots of ponies very happy. Isn’t that right? They’re all cheering for you. Yay, Lyra! Yay, Lyra!”

Lyra murmured and groaned in pleasure.

Bon Bon gave Lyra some time to cool down, not too quickly, but with enough leisure to savour it too. She stroked and kneaded Lyra’s soft, easy tummy in big, gentle circles, all the while she caressed her cheek lightly with the free hoof.

There. That’s how Bon Bon liked her Lyra. Completely calm and relaxed, and totally giving herself up to Bon Bon’s care. A very proper little baby filly, enjoying the moment to its fullest without a single care in the world, just all little fillies were supposed to do. Little fillies weren’t meant to be all serious and thoughtful, because there was already enough seriousness and thoughtfulness around in the world of big ponies. Little fillies were supposed to be happy and relaxed and let themselves be pampered from head to hoof. And Bon Bon would always be there for Lyra to ensure that was exactly what she got. And if the only way to achieve her goal was the lavish application of sensual kisses and adoring cuddles, then that was the price she was willing to pay.

Bon Bon was well aware how much it meant to Lyra to get the chance to be little for a while. It always had. Much earlier, it had been a way for her to escape, a distraction from all the stress and anxiety that had plagued her on her confused path.

The world of a toddler was so simple and so friendly, and Lyra had quickly developed a liking to setting herself free from her worries, in secret of course and whenever she had gotten the chance. But over time, together with Bon Bon, the shameful indulgence had turned into a treasured luxury. They had built up everything together and worked hard for their chances, and their baby time was one of the many fruits of their labor that had become a staple in their lives.

Leaving everything behind for a while and becoming more than a married couple, more than best friends, more than soul mates, two carefree little toddler filly playmates. They were exalted to the highest peaks of joyfulness only from being together, and all the fun they had playing and cuddling only made it better from there. It was sublime. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and Bon Bon knew that it would never stop, because she would never stop being so madly in love with Lyra, and Lyra would never stop receiving her love, and that was all she needed to know.

And that’s why Lyra deserved some rest and relaxation. It had become all the more obvious as she had recounted her adventure from yesterday. Lyra was amazing. Sure, her story probably hadn’t been told to its fullest yet, and, to be honest, they probably won’t be talking about anything else in several days, but Bon Bon had heard enough to know how awesome Lyra was. Now was the time to be carefree fillies and the time to play.

Bon Bon freed one of her hooves from her big warm payload and took one of the bunched up pieces of paper from earlier over to herself. The pieces of paper had caught her eye all along, not only because they were bunched up, which was always a surefire sign of secret information, but also because of the mysterious lines drawn on them. And since it appeared that she wasn’t going to be able to move freely just yet, she might as well used the time to investigate.

The paper rustled as Bon Bon flattened it against the carpet. Okay, it wouldn’t exactly stay down as she worked it with one hoof, but she got it flat enough to make out the drawing on it. It was a black half circle with a wedge at the end. Strange. What might it mean? She turned it on its head and it still told her as much as before. Okay, that didn’t help.

She reached over and grabbed a second bunch of paper and then she flattened it too. It was a scribble. Totally random lines. And also black.

This was going nowhere. Bon Bon reached out to the other side and began stirring around in the toy pile they had set aside previously. There had to be a clue around here somewhere. Maybe a written text or a map, or some record to explain what it was with these symbols. There was nothing, though. Between the trinkets of plastic, wood and metal, she could find no more paper or any other sort of document. Bon Bon was getting frustrated at the lack of clarification.

But then, she stumbled over something. She was rifling around underneath one of the game boards when her hoof met with something cold and sleek. She grabbed the little stick and pulled it out. It was a crayon. And it was black! Now that’s something. At least explains part of the mystery.

Bon Bon returned her attention to her papers. The color matched. But the shapes were inexplicable. Maybe she would gain some insight if she tried to draw on top of them.

She took the half circle and put the crayon on one end of it, and then she tried completing the circle. It turned out a bit wavy and maybe not entirely circular, but at least it connected the two ends together. This was fun, but it didn’t help. So she tried to examine the scribble too, and attempted to trace a shape around the structure, but wielding a crayon as precisely as that turned out to be pretty difficult, and when she thought she was finished, it turned out she had just added more lines to the jumble.

Alright, she still had her ace card. With her analytical skills, Bon Bon could try retracing the shape to find out what the pony who had drawn them had been thinking. So she took the half circle again and turned the paper around to its blank side. Then she placed her crayon down and concentrated on completing a circle. Start off and curve, curve, curve, and keep curving until the two lines meet again. Wow! That was a nice circle! It was a bit elongated though, almost like a little animal. All it needed were four legs. One, two, three, four. There. But animals weren’t so round. Just make a bunch more lines in all directions, and there.

Now it was the sun. Bon Bon giggled. She liked the sun. It was so warm. But where there was sun, there also had to be a land for it to shine upon. So Bon Bon drew a big dome. There, it was a hill, nice and fresh. But the hill also needed a bunch of flowers. And flowers also meant there had to be trees, and trees meant there had to be a house, with smoke coming out of the chimney. But the house couldn’t be alone, it needed a village to keep it company. Oops, seems like a bunch of houses and trees ended up on top of each other. But it was fine, because Bon Bon knew they were there. So the village turned into a sprawling town, and there was a fountain, and clouds, and a wagon.

An intense suckling and munching sounded right beside Bon Bon. It signified that somepony had begun working her pacifier in notice of her creation. Lyra was regarding the piece curiously.

“Wow,” Lyra said, “what’s that?”

“It’s a drawing of Ponyville,” Bon Bon said, “There’s the forest, and that’s the bakery, and we have the fountain and the river and, uh, under the river is town hall. It wasn’t easy drawing all of this. Took quite a bit of time.”

“Whoa,” Lyra said with her eyes wide.

She couldn’t see anything other than black scribbles. But Bon Bon was the art critic here, and if she said it was good, it must have been really good. “You’re an artist, Bon Bon.”

“It’s still a work in progress,” Bon Bon said, her stomach fluttering at the compliment, “I’ll do my best to finish it.”

“Bon Bon?” Lyra said meekly, “Can I also do stuff?”

“Sure you can,” Bon Bon said. She gave Lyra an encouraging kiss on the cheek. “Look, over there. There’s still a whole bunch of toys you haven’t played with yet. Go over and pick your favourite.”

Following her directions without hesitation, Lyra immediately got up and toddled off towards her toys, her stylish purple sleeper crinkling with every step.

Bon Bon had been right. There was a huge variety of toys for Lyra to choose from. She discovered a whole cache of plastic cookie cutters close to the one she had found earlier, round ones, cornered ones, and ones in all different colors. There weren’t any left though once Lyra had thrown them all, so she had to move on.

One pile of junk turned out to be some sticks tied together with string, and Lyra was about to shake the clattering contraption when something shiny caught her eye.

It was the metal spinning top, made of gleaming tin, with a few spots of color on it where pieces of the former coating had remained. It was so perfectly round. She had to spin it.

But just beside it was something even more incredible. A transparent plastic ball, with a rubber ball inside of it. Just looking at it made Lyra’s head spin with all the possibilities the device could roll around if she gave it a knock.

She reached out to grab it, but hesitated and pulled back her hoof. She couldn’t just play with the ball, she already had promised the spinning top to spin it first. Lyra stuck her hoof out towards the top, but faltered again. Now she had given the ball some consideration, and she couldn’t just leave it out like that. But if she played with the ball now, the top would surely remain neglected. And there were the strung together sticks as well. What about them? It was a dilemma. Lyra didn’t know what to do, and she had to call for a higher power to solve it.

“Um … Bon Bon?” Lyra said.

Bon Bon looked up from her drawing to find Lyra shifting around nervously.

“What’s the matter?” Bon Bon said.

“Um, will the spinny top be sad if I play with the ball first?” Lyra said.

“No, Lyra, no toy will be sad,” Bon Bon giggled, “all the toys will be happy if you play with any of them. They want you to play with them.” Lyra visibly relaxed as she took in the explanation. “Go ahead, go play with the toys. They’re waiting for you.”

Lyra turned around, but she didn’t move. Then she turned back to Bon Bon, even more nervous than before.

“But Bon Bon!” she said, “There’s so many of them and I don’t know what to do. I can’t decide.”

“It’s alright, Lyra, you don’t have to decide,” Bon Bon said as calming in a voice as she could, “do you want a hug?”

“Yes, please,” Lyra said.

Bon Bon crawled up to her and embraced her, and Lyra gladly hugged her back. Lyra veritably relaxed in Bon Bon’s hooves. Wow, that little problem of her must have really weighed on her mind.

“Look, I have an idea,” Bon Bon said, “how about we play something together?” She wasn’t getting anywhere with her drawing anyway. That was mostly because she couldn’t make out where she had left off.

That made Lyra’s gleaming golden eyes sparkle again. “That’s great,” she said, “I love playing together. Uh, what do we play together?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Bon Bon scratched her chin, “We need something that’s fun and that both of us can play.”

And then it hit her. It was the perfect opportunity for the game she loved. “I know, I know the best game ever. We’ll play our favourite game.”

“Yay!” Lyra cheered, “And what’s our favourite game?”

“We’ll play pretend,” Bon Bon said excitedly, “We’ll play house. Playing house is super fun and all the fillies love it. We’ll play house, and we’ll be a big family, and we’ll have a big house all of our own with a whole lot of stuff in it. And then we’ll do a bunch of big family house stuff.”

“A house with stuff?” Lyra said, “All for ourselves? Really?”

“That’s right,” Bon Bon said, “That’s why the game is so cool. But first, our roles. We are a big family. That means, uh … oh. I guess neither of us can be the baby.”

“Why not?” Lyra said.

“Because then it wouldn’t be pretend,” Bon Bon explained, “We have to pick something different. We’re a big family, so I’ll be the mommy.”

“And I’ll be the daddy!” Lyra shot back happily.

“Alright,” Bon Bon said, “and when there’s a mommy and a daddy, there’s also a foal. But who’s the foal?”

“She is!” Lyra said and presented her doll, “Look, she’s even already wearing a diaper. She’s perfect!”

“Great,” Bon Bon said, “now we’re a nice big family, the three of us. And now we need a house. Come on, let’s build it. I’ll start with the kitchen.”

She took some of the white game tokens and laid them out in an approximate line. Lyra was so engrossed with Bon Bon’s activity, and she could immediately recognize what she was creating. It was a wall!

“Oh, I know!” Lyra said, “I’ll make the bedroom.”

She also took some of the pieces and tried to make it the same as Bon Bon did. Her wall didn’t turn out quite as linear, but Lyra was having a blast.

The house ended up with many more walls, and none of them were interconnected, and the house didn’t have any walls on one side at all. But the two big fillies just couldn’t go on as they ended up giggling too much.

Lyra tried so hard to make a wall, but she just clapped and laughed whenever she managed to put two pieces on the floor. Who knew that masonry could be so much fun? Bon Bon just couldn’t hold back the giggles at the sight of her adorable filly, and when Bon Bon laughed, then Lyra laughed too.

They beheld their house with pride. With approximately two rooms, it was already marvellous.

“Okay, so what do we do first?” Lyra said.

“After all this hard work building a house, we gotta eat,” Bon Bon said, “I know we have a kitchen, uh, somewhere.”

She dug around in the pile, and Lyra joined to help her, as they unearthed their miniature kitchen furniture. Well, it was more like two small plastic bowls, a plastic fork, and a tiny figure that looked somewhat like a kitchen stove. But that was more than plenty.

They set up the kitchen and were good to go.

“Alright, honey,” Bon Bon said with her high-pitched pretend voice, “You must be all hungry from building this house with the boys. You are such hard working stallions. Here, I’ll just cook you up some soup.”

Lyra caught on to Bon Bon’s strange flailing around. It was the game, and she had to play her part.

“Oh, uh, alright,” she said, trying to make her voice sound deep like that of a stallion. What did stallions do again? “And I’ll, um, I’ll sit here and watch.”

It was fascinating how Bon Bon expertly put the bowl on the stove, and then she put all the ingredients into the soup and she stirred it with the fork. When the soup was finished, she served the two bowls, one for herself and one for Lyra.

“Oh, but you don’t have a spoon,” Bon Bon noted.

“Not a problem,” Lyra said, and brandished the foam hammer. That was good enough for Bon Bon, and they could begin eating.

“Mmm, this tastes good,” Lyra said, “uh, darling.”

“I cooked it just for you, my big, uh,” Bon Bon said, “hunk.” Close enough.

“Oh, but it was just the first dish. We still need a main course.”

“Oh, yes, I’ll cook it,” Lyra said.

She reached through the wall of the house and took some sticks from the forest, and then she dumped them between herself and Bon Bon, burying the bowls in the process. “It’s a salad!”

Bon Bon took a stick and pretended to munch on it. “Mmm, this salad is splendid,” Bon Bon said, “Wow! You’re a stallion that is so handsome and can also cook! It’s like in a dream!”

She liked it! Lyra had cooked and Bon Bon complimented her. This was an amazing game!

“And now, let’s clean up the house, honey,” Bon Bon said, “because we always keep our house clean. You do the the kitchen and I’ll take the bedroom.”

Cleaning up mostly meant that Bon Bon took the pieces of the walls that had already been scattered about and put them back into place. Meanwhile, Lyra picked up the bowls and the salads and the stove and dumped them outside. There, kitchen was clean.

Bon Bon faked a yawn. “Oh, and now we should think about going to bed, because it’s already night,” she said.

“No, we can’t go to bed, dear” Lyra said.

“Oh, why not, darling,” Bon Bon said.

“Because it is not night, but it is early in the morning, and I have to go to work, like all big strong daddies do,” Lyra said.

Right. It was probably too difficult to pretend it was night when the sun was shining right onto them through the window.

“Okay, then it’s time that I wish you a good day at your work,” Bon Bon said, “er, where do you work again?”

“I work at the coal mine,” Lyra said, “That is a very manly workplace, and I am a very strong stallion and we are all very strong stallions, me and the boys. And we get coal from the mine with our big muscles.”

This was an awesome game. Lyra waddled over to the coal mine, which, as it turned out, was her sticks on a string. She swung her tool at the ground, and all the coal just came out, ready to be extracted. She could feel her yield of coal increase more and more. She was such a good coal miner. Everypony was jealous of her because she was such a big muscular stallion and she worked so hard.

And meanwhile, Bon Bon moved her hooves up and down. She was doing the laundry, rubbing the dirty clothes and textiles against her invisible washboard, until they were clean.

Lyra came to help her. No, she wasn’t home from the coal mine yet, but a good husband always helped his wife with the laundry. And so, they both sat there and and cleaned their dirty clothes and textiles against two washboards.

Then they had to hang up the clothes to dry on the clothesline. She didn’t know why most ponies shunned the chore. Walking around on your hind legs is really fun! Lyra only stumbled once, but she barely even felt it when she fell on her butt, so she could immediately get up and continue with the game.

Then she got back to the coal mine right when it was time to go home. So she turned around and raced back to the house.

“Honey, I’m home,” Lyra exclaimed as she walked through the wall.

“Oh hello, darling, how was your day at work?” Bon Bon said.

“Very manly,” Lyra said proudly.

Bon Bon couldn’t suppress a snicker. It was so nice that Lyra enjoyed this game almost more than her.

“Oh, dear, we’ve been missing you so much, your entire family,” Bon Bon said, “come, look at the foal in the crib. Isn’t she so sweet?”

“Oh, yes, she’s the apple of my pear,” Lyra said.

The wooden doll was lying in the corner, which had been designated the crib. It hadn’t been touched since it had been deposited there, its tiny makeshift diaper barely holding on as the knots had come unravelled.

“Oh, but look,” Bon Bon said, “the baby had to go potty.”

“Baby go potty?” Lyra said. She reached out to pick up the doll, but Bon Bon gently pushed it back on the floor.

“No, babies don’t get up when they have to go potty,” Bon Bon said.

“They don’t?” Lyra said.

“No, silly,” Bon Bon explained, “They don’t because they’re too little. Babies don’t know what to do when they have to go potty, so they’re just supposed to go whenever they have to, no matter where they are. See? That’s why they wear diapers, so the potty lands in it when the baby goes.”

Oh! Everything always makes perfect sense when Bon Bon explains it.

“And now we have to change the baby,” Bon Bon said, “First we take off the dirty diaper. Here, you have to take it out.”

Lyra took the kerchief that had been pulled away from the doll’s bottom and held it in her hooves.

“And now comes some baby powder,” Bon Bon said, shaking her hoof over the naked doll and making brushing sounds with her mouth, “and now she gets a nice fresh diaper. Fresh diaper please!”

Lyra gave the piece of cloth back to Bon Bon, and Bon Bon fastened it around the doll’s backside like she had done previously.

“And, done,” Bon Bon said, “aww, look at our little baby. Look at how happy she is! Isn’t it cute?”

She was really happy. She had been cleaned up and put into a new diaper, and now the fun could begin anew. Wow! It’s really very cool to be a baby.

“She’s our little baby, and we’re such proud parents, aren’t we?” Bon Bon said, “Now it’s time for her to go to bed. But we have to give her a bottle to drink from, so she can go to sleep at peace. Do we have a bottle?”

“A bottle! Sure!” Lyra said and grabbed the foam hammer.

“Lyra,” Bon Bon said, “you can’t feed a baby with a hammer.”

“But it’s not a hammer,” Lyra said, “look.”

She turned it around and presented the handle. The handle was thin enough to connect neatly with the doll’s mouth.

“Fair enough,” Bon Bon said, “our baby’s happy now. Thanks, dear, for your help, we’re the greatest family ever.”

“Do we also sleep now?” Lyra inquired.

“No,” Bon Bon said, “we don’t sleep, because we’re grownups. It’s sleep time for babies now. Grownups have to stay up and do work. I’ll stay here and feed the baby her bottle, and meanwhile, you can go out into the garden, uh, forest, and pull out the weeds. But! Be careful not to knock over any trees while you’re out there. Only remove the weeds, but leave the trees standing.”

That Bon Bon would entrust her with such an important and complex task. She must really have a lot of faith in her. Lyra would give it her best to fulfill her task to Bon Bon’s satisfaction, like it is proper for any good big strong family daddy to do.

Lyra phased through the other wall and found herself in the garden. All the little white stones had to remain where they were. Lyra could only pick up the colorful sticks in between and put them to the side.

It turned out not to be too easy an exercise. The trees were so numerous that she had no room to sit down, like she usually would have done. Instead, she had to bend down low to the ground and pick up the sticks carefully with a hoof. Only when she stood back up and ensured that all the trees were still standing could she toss them aside.

She stepped to the next weed and repeated the process. Carefully go down first, grab it, and then come back up. It was almost like a little dance! Up and down and up and down and up and down. The weeds grew less and less, and Lyra could feel her heart beating in the rhythm. Up and down and up and down. She loved dancing. This was pretty fun, and at this rate, she would have cleaned up the garden in no time.

A short while later, Lyra’s mirth had to temporarily move into the background as an entirely different matter required her consideration. Bon Bon was still sitting beside her, playing merrily, in the same fashion as they had done the entire time here in the bedroom, contributing to the distribution of their foal toys across the carpet, from the bed to the door. But the entire time, Lyra had already distantly sensed that certain kind of fullness inside of her. She hadn’t had any time to pay any attention, but the sensation became rather immediate pretty quickly as the muscles in her tummy reflexively tightened.

Lyra had to go potty, and big potty this time. And she felt so thoroughly unwound and relaxed, that she didn’t really want to do anything about it. The familiar urge grew in intensity quickly as she just let her body do what it wanted to do instinctively.

Why shouldn’t she? If she wanted to control herself going potty, it would mean that she had to remember how to do that and then actually do it, and so on. And Lyra just felt way too mellow for that. She just wanted to feel light and empty again and continue playing.

The hairs on Lyra’s neck stood on end as the anticipation of the impending relief washed over her. There was the urge of having to go, and it had built up inside her very imminently. Luckily, she didn’t have to care. She was just a foal. That’s what she was meant to do. That’s why her entire hindquarters had been lavishly wrapped up in soft, comfy diaper fluff. Her diaper was there for her, and she was expected to use it. And so, Lyra let her instincts take over.

She crouched down, her pyjamas tightening around her butt with the movement, and then she just relaxed. She preferred to let her body do all the hard work, and focus on the rubbery comfort of her pacifier instead. Her tail lifted up and there was a pleasant shiver.

“No, wait!” Bon Bon said.

Lyra held it back discomfortingly.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

“You can’t go potty in your pants,” Bon Bon said.

“I can’t? Why not?” Lyra said.

“Because you’re a grownup, silly,” Bon Bon giggled, “grownups can’t go potty in their pants.”

“And where else am I supposed to go?” Lyra said.

“You’re supposed to go in the toilet,” Bon Bon said.

Lyra reared back in shock, and the shock was very genuine.

Bon Bon immediately came over to her to placate her. She held a hoof to her muzzle and whispered loudly, “You don’t really have to go in the toilet. You only have to pretend. It’s for the game, remember? I enjoyed playing with you so much, Lyra. Do it for me, please? Pretty please?”

Bon Bon’s begging puppy dog eyes. As always, they were too much for Lyra to resist. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Unbelievable.

“The things I do for you,” Lyra said, “Alright, I’ll play along. I’ll go to the toilet. But remember! It’s only pretend. Nopony uses the toilet for real. That’s the deal. Okay?”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Bon Bon cheered, “I won’t forget it. I love this game, and it means so much to me that you play it with me. And don’t worry, I know it’s just pretend. But it’s going to be so much fun! Okay, okay. So. Alright, we’re going to the toilet now, because we’re big ponies and, uh, that’s what big ponies do.”

Lyra and Bon Bon regarded each other.

“And what now?” Lyra said.

“Um, I think … “ Bon Bon said, “Do we have to take something? No, I believe we’re good to go. Now we walk over.”

Bon Bon led they way as they walked out the door and across the hallway toward the bathroom.

It was pretty obvious how thick the padding was, that crinkled all over Bon Bon’s butt. See, that was more than thick enough to handle anything that they could come up with. Lyra couldn’t understand why they even bothered with all this toilet stuff. It obviously wasn’t necessary. But who was she to complain, Bon Bon really enjoyed their little game a lot, and Lyra was a sucker for seeing Bon Bon happy.

It was still pretty weird, though, especially since Lyra had grown so used to her own diaper. She had went in it already once, earlier today, and the diaper had eventually managed to wick all the pee out of her fur again and soak it up, as it had swollen up to its own thickness severalfold. The feeling was familiar, but still strangely funny, as Lyra moved and walked around, and the soggy diaper fluff was squished and kneaded against herself between her legs, tantalizing her for more. It was already used anyway. It didn’t really make any difference if she used it again.

“It’s so weird,” Lyra said, her hind hooves soft on the tiles because of the sleeper’s soles, “it feels so weird when you have to go, but you’re not letting yourself go. Seriously? Do grownups really do this?”

“I think so,” Bon Bon said, “maybe we’ll understand why they do it when we go through the motions.”

“Alright,” Lyra said, “so, what now?”

“Now, we, uh,” Bon Bon said, “we have to, um, approach it.”

The toilet stood impassively against the wall, opposite to the bathtub. It didn’t move. They had to move to it. It was so cold and emotionless, its smooth curves of a wholly unnatural perfection, the white color gleaming with a cruel purity in the light that came in from the living, breathing world outside the door. There was a round seat with a hole in it, on top of the dispassionate ceramic appliance, and the pipes that led to and from it were hideous tools of barbaric efficiency and callous matter-of-factness. The entire thing was pretty grotesque.

Bon Bon arrived at the device, but she spotted something that immediately made her raise her brows.

“Lyra …” she began slowly.

“What?” Lyra said, “What did I do?”

But Bon Bon only raised her hoof and placed it on the toilet seat. Then she dragged it across half the circumference. And when she lifted her hoof again, sure as sugar, there was a big fat mote of dust hanging at its tip.

“In this entire week, while I was working at the shop all day,” Bon Bon said, “did you use this toilet even once?”

Oh, curse it! Forgot to dust it off.

“Um … I, uh … well, see, ahm,” Lyra stuttered, but she failed to come up with an explanation, because there was none. “Well, yeah, well, don’t blame me! You know how much I hate this thing. I don’t like it, and it sucks. It’s so super uncomfortable, and I, um, I don’t like things that aren’t comfortable.”

Bon Bon was trying her best not to snicker, but Lyra’s cuteness was just too much. Seeing her wiggle in the trap for an excuse was a huge guilty pleasure of Bon Bon’s. But she never overdid it, it was time to set her free again.

“Don’t worry, Lyra, you won’t have to,” Bon Bon said, “here’s the deal. You just have to show me that you, theoretically, would know how to use it if you had to. And if you can, then you won’t ever have to use the toilet, ever again.”

Lyra gasped. Now that was a deal she could get behind.

“I’ll never have to use the toilet at all?” she said.

“Nope,” Bon Bon affirmed, “No more toilet. It’s nothing but super thick and super comfortable diapers on your pampered butt, Lyra.”

What was that crinkling sound? Oh, it was her tail wagging like crazy. But Lyra couldn’t be bothered bringing that under control right now. It was time to hold up her end of the bargain.

“Alright,” Lyra began, but the sight of the toiled made her just a tad nervous after all. “Um, so, what do I have to do now again.”

“Well, when you’re a big pony,” Bon Bon explained, “and you have to go to the toilet, then, first of all, you go to the toilet. Okay, we did that. Now, you have to take off your clothes, because you can’t go to the toilet in big pony clothes.”

Lyra looked onto her sleeper. It covered her entire body, and all of her limbs, completely. It had cool racing stripes, but that was pretty much all Lyra could tell about it.

“I don’t know how to take this off,” she said.

“You don’t have to really take it off,” Bon Bon said, “just pretend. Let’s say, you’re wearing a jacket and pants. Act as if you were taking them off.”

“Okay,” Lyra said, “Um, I am now taking off my clothes because I’m going to the toilet.”

She raised her forehooves and brushed them down her shoulders, as if she was taking off a jacket. Then she reared up and made the motions of pulling a pair of pants down her legs and tossing them off to the side. She crinkled back down onto all fours when she was done.

“Okay, I have taken off all of my clothes. Now I am ready to go to the toilet. Uh, I think.”

“Is the toilet seat clean?” Bon Bon said.

“A little dusty,” Lyra said.

“Is the bidet working?” Bon Bon said.

The small plastic element that caught the water upwards was there, under the edge. “Uh, I suppose it’s working,” Lyra said.

“Is there enough toilet paper?” Bon Bon said.

A thin roll of the strange paper lie on the floor to the side. “I guess so?” Lyra said.

“Is the water turned on?” Bon Bon said.

“How should I know?” Lyra said, “Look, can we skip all this? I really have to go.”

“I think that’s it anyway,” Bon Bon said, “okay, uh, we have checked all the requirements for going on the toilet, and now we are ready to use it like the, uh, the big ponies we are. Lyra, you can now sit on it.”

Lyra stepped up to the toilet seat. It was a pretty big hole, and it led down into the darkness. She grabbed the seat to either side, but she didn’t quite see how she was supposed to climb on it.

“Other way round,” Bon Bon said, “you have to put your butt on it.”

Lyra turned around and bumped her butt against the edge of the toilet seat. She reared up and grabbed the seat on either side of her again, and then she understood that she could just slide herself on top of it backwards.

“Bon Bon, I’m scared,” Lyra said.

“Don’t be scared,” Bon Bon said, “I’m here for you. Nothing can happen.”

That did actually help a lot to reassure Lyra. She gathered all the courage she could muster, and before she could think it better, she pushed herself off the floor and slid onto the toilet seat. After a brief moment of shock, it became clear that, against her expectations and against all odds, she hadn’t fallen in.

In fact, she could even move around on the seat a little bit without falling in either. Lyra scooted her butt backwards just a tiny bit until she was centered on the seat and could balance herself on the sides with her hind legs. But she still didn’t trust what she couldn’t see behind her, so she leaned forward and grabbed onto the front of the seat with her hooves, between her legs.

It turned out she didn’t actually have to hold her tail so convulsively high either. She could lower it to a comfortable height and it wouldn’t hang into the bowl. Wow! She had done it. She was sitting on the toilet, and it wasn’t too bad, at least the sitting arrangement. The coldness of the seat didn’t bother her because her pyjamas were so thick, and sitting on a hole might actually turn out advantageous because you didn’t have your own weight pressing on your behind, like when you’re sitting on the floor.

“I did it!” Lyra exclaimed, “I’m on the toilet. I climbed up there and now I’m sitting on it, just like a big pony.”

“You did great, Lyra,” Bon Bon said, “that’s so awesome! I’m so proud of you!”

“Um … was that it?” Lyra said, “Can I go now?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Bon Bon said, “yeah, I think we covered everything so far, so we should be fine. Yeah, you can, Lyra. Go ahead and make your potty.”

Finally! Lyra had been holding it in all the while, and she was getting pretty tired of it. It had been an interesting experience, she had seen this whole ordeal of holding back her potty as an exercise in doing something unnatural and observing the results. It turns out, however, that it’s not really a pleasant feeling, and, in fact, it doesn’t seem to carry any advantages at all. So Lyra was glad that she was finally able to end it and let things run their course, as they are supposed to.

There wasn’t much preparation to be done. The posture she was sitting in was actually very pleasant as it kept her stomach in its most relaxed state, with her back arched and her hindquarters hanging down into the hole just a tad. It took a little bit of shifting around until she had managed to wiggle her butt into the caressing fluff of her diaper in just the correct, and therefore most comfortable, fashion, but when she arrived at her perfect bodily tranquility, it felt almost like before again.

All this toilet ritual had served one purpose at least, because Lyra was now very much more aware of what was actually going on. Because of how much she had dealt with the topic up to this point, she was now immediately mindful of every part inside and outside of her body that played a role in attaining her natural relief.

Her body kept encouraging her with the trembling pleasure of anticipation causing that funny tingling sensation between her ears and at the back of her head, to just relax and let it happen, as her stomach eagerly took up an instinctive pressure and worked hard to relieve itself. It was her comfy sleeper that pleasantly numbed her from the impressions of the outside world and gave her the leisure to concentrate solely on her own raw needs. And it was the the thick bulking mass of her diaper making itself known between her legs and substantially covering her entire backside from the middle of her cutie mark on either side to way above her tail, that gave Lyra the total and complete reassurance to let nature take over without hesitation, because everything was completely taken care of for her and there would be no consequence for her whatsoever.

And so, in a state of unrestricted serenity, Lyra let the anticipation culminate and turn into an intense wave of primal relief, that washed over her, and sent her entire body shivering, as the urge within her built up to its climax and she let herself relieve herself without restraint. It filled her with a very intimate satisfaction to allow her body to do its instinctive movements to empty itself, and it was her own infantile intuition that conducted her actions from this point forward, as she gave herself up to her own senses and let herself issue the most relaxed pressure in accord to the needs of her body. There was nothing else except comforting relief as she lightly pushed it out.

The sleeper’s fuzzy material was dragged across her tingling skin by a miniscule amount as Lyra’s diaper bulged out briefly under its new volume, but Lyra’s snug clothing had soon reached the limit of its strain and began pushing back, squishing the warm mass back onto her skin. Her body intensified its effort to overcome the external efforts, and Lyra relished the sensation of completely and utterly emptying herself, as the space between her buttocks was comfortably and neatly filled out with the intimately warm volume, and her diaper compactly adjusted itself to a smooth roundness. Lyra waited patiently until she felt herself finish up and her body signalled a successful fulfillment of its natural functions. She was taken by a stark impression of newfound inner order and peace. She allowed herself a big sigh to emphasize the primordial relaxation that carried her aloft, like on a cloud made of infinitely cozy comfort.

Meanwhile, Bon Bon was grinning from ear to ear. Lyra was simply too cute for words to describe. The image of her little Lyra, adorably regressed back to her little foal self, nervously sitting on the big pony toilet and holding herself steady against the edge, but unwilling to let go because she wanted to prove how she could also do like the big ponies did. And she had pulled through, keeping herself perched on the toilet seat, a reason to rejoice in her very sweet little filly fashion. But it was quite obvious that that was the extent of her self-reliance. Because of how thick the bulge between her wiggly legs was, and because of how each and every of her joyous movements was accompanied by that unquestionably baby-like crinkle, it was most apparent that that toilet wasn’t going to be actually used anytime soon.

And then came the warm, homely familiarity of the adorable baby motions. How Lyra’s face briefly contorted in her instinctual concentration, and how it promptly turned into the soft happy lines of overwhelming relief as she cutely curled her little hooves under the excess pleasure, absent-mindedly suckling on her purple transparent glitter pacifier and sitting there in her violet hoofie sleeper with the cool race stripes, a muffled crinkle issuing as her thick baby diapers grew full and heavy. Lyra happily finished making her potty right where she was, filling up her diaper in the process, exactly how she was supposed to.

And then there was the sigh of relief, and the bubbly giggles immediately returning to Lyra as she was ready to go play and have fun once more. It all was almost too much for Bon Bon. Her cheeks were burning from such joy, that she should be able to partake in this divine display of unmitigated raw emotion. And despite the profundity of the moment, the only thing that was left to do was to continue the loving filly play the way it had been, because Bon Bon knew that it was that which made Lyra truly happy, and that was the only thing that Bon Bon ever wanted.

“So? Are you finished with you potty, Lyra?” Bon Bon said.

“Yup, all done,” Lyra reported happily, “it felt really good.”

“That’s good to hear, because I have a surprise for you,” Bon Bon said, “you passed the test! You proved that you can do like a big pony, and that means you’ve earned your reward. You can have diapers all the time and always! No more toilet ever again!”

Lyra’s eyes went wide. “That’s so cool,” she cheered, energetically suckling on her pacifier, “That’s awesome! I love my diapers. They feel so good! Thanks, Bon Bon!”

Bon Bon snickered. Not only because of Lyra’s perfect happiness, but also because of her next stunt. She couldn’t resist, it just fit too well not to do it.

She had moved back to the bathroom door. “Come here, Lyra,” she called, “I believe we’re done here. Let’s leave the bathroom and go back to playing.”

Lyra eagerly slipped off the toilet seat and landed on all fours. She looked into the toilet. But of course there was nothing there, it was all hanging heavily in her pyjama bottoms.

So she turned and took a step towards Bon Bon, but she hesitated, and suckled on her pacifier in confusion. It felt funny on her butt when she walked. But then she remembered that she was only a foal and she was supposed to ignore it. Bon Bon had called, that was more important. Therefore, Lyra proceeded to happily toddle over to Bon Bon as her diaper mushed its contents all over her backside along with the movement.

When she arrived, she received a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s for being so cute,” Bon Bon commented. Lyra was just too perfect, standing there with her hind legs in a broad stance, the unmistakable characteristic of a little filly with her pants full.

“Is that all you have to do, when going to the toilet?” Lyra said.

“Well, normally there’s still a bunch of stuff left to do,” Bon Bon said, “Like, there’s still an entire part about cleaning yourself up, and then you have to put your clothes back on and you have to clean the toilet too, and so on. But I think we can skip all of that, because it’s honestly pretty boring. I think you got the gist of it. Although it doesn’t matter much, since it won’t be too relevant for you anyway.”

“That sounds awfully complicated,” Lyra said, “I don’t really see the point of going to the toilet. It’s not very fun. And I don’t like it. I like my diapers much more, and they’re more comfy too. Do grownups really do all of this every single time?”

“Pretty much,” Bon Bon said, “grownups do all this and sometimes even more things that I can’t explain either.”

“Wow,” Lyra said, “grownups are weird.”

“Yeah, they kinda are,” Bon Bon said, “come on, we had better go back and play.”

Bon Bon turned around and walked back into the bedroom. Lyra waddled after her, happily munching on her pacifier.

There were many things still left to do, and Lyra had soon found more than enough to busy herself with. She tried her best to keep Bon Bon company, but her attention span lost the valiant battle that lasted for several heroic seconds, as she got distracted by the bright and colorful and interesting things all around her. She waddled off on her own, marveling at the intriguing sights demanding her attention.

The carpet was pretty dirty, the faded remains of large stains and spots of times long forgotten dotting the otherwise fairly dull grey surface, creating an intriguing landscape of intricate patterns that was like a map to a mysterious realm of exciting adventures. Lyra had soon learned to navigate the terrain expertly, staying alert to the weird shapes of discolorations and skipping from one clean part to the next, all without stumbling even too much.

The bedroom was a glorious mess, the chaos of toys and keepsakes stretching from one corner of the room to the other by now. There were enough treasures for countless days of careful investigation and experimental evaluation, an endless trove of goodies just waiting to be discovered and played with. And Lyra was the best discoverer and player in all the lands.

Bon Bon just let Lyra go and have her fun. She didn’t have the heart to interrupt Lyra when she obviously enjoyed herself so much. The adorable little filly squeals and giggles that kept issuing from her general direction were more than enough reassurance that everything was fine and she was having a blast.

Besides, there were still a whole load of things left for Bon Bon to do on her own. Take this right here as an example. The building blocks she had placed in the correct order earlier had been left more or less untouched, but the collection hadn’t yet been integrated with the loads of colorful sticks that were scattered about. They had to be gathered up and brought into a total order, or else nopony would be able to find a specific one if she needed it. Yup, there was plenty left to do.

But despite how much she tried, Bon Bon just couldn’t help it. She tried to focus on the sticks in her hooves, but it was so difficult to concentrate. She kept catching herself stealing brief glances over to Lyra when she was certain that she wasn’t being watched, her cheeks all warm and tingly.

It was so amazing. Lyra didn’t seem to notice how much she was like a little baby as she crawled around on the floor happily and clumsily handled the toys with her pacifier bobbing in her mouth. She didn’t even care at all how her pyjamas were strained below her tail as her used diaper bulged and sagged between her widely spread legs. Being happy and having fun was all she cared about, and she held no interest for anything else.

Back to the task before her. First comes the blue building block with the blue color, and there are also sticks that are blue, so they have to go next to the block. Then there’s a teal stick that fits between the blue stick and the green block. But then, why was there that excited tremble building up in her hooves?

She had been feeling this strange sensation all day already, but it had always politely remained in the back of her mind. Then it had begun vying for Bon Bon’s attention and made her stomach feel all fluttery, especially when she had fed Lyra her breakfast, and the food had dribbled down her chin while she had giggled. Or when they had taken a cuddle nap, and Bon Bon had breathed deep the fresh smell of Lyra’s mane. Or when Bon Bon had watched over Lyra as she did her business, and then she sighed relaxedly when she was finished. Or when she thought about how it would soon be time for Lyra to be lied down on the towering changing table in the corner, and get a brief moment of respite while she was properly groomed, and a fresh diaper from the stack, gleaming in pure white in the sunlight, was snugly wrapped around her filly hindquarters, and she could go back to playing in an instant.

Enough! All those things are completely normal when taking care of a foal! There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing should be any form of surprise at all! Bon Bon should really stop making such a big deal out of everything.

Back to work now. The orange block was placed, but there turned out to be a stick colored in light orange and one in dark orange, and then there was also one in a light wooden type of color. It wasn’t easy to bring these colors into order since they weren’t really related, but Bon Bon soon established that the wooden color was brighter than the shades of orange, and with that knowledge she could arrange the pieces properly. Next up was the nice and bright yellow, which then turned out to be contesting with different shades of yellow and even white. How would it feel to be such a little baby? What would it be like if her puffy dry diaper was instead saggy and heavy with her own pee? What did it feel like to crawl on the floor instead of walking?

Bon Bon glanced over to Lyra, and immediately tensed up when the realization hit her that Lyra had her back turned. Nopony was looking. She would try it out. She knew she shouldn’t, but the the thrilling curiosity was simply too strong.

With her heart beating and her stomach turning in anticipation, Bon Bon got up and made herself ready to walk into the room. But then she lowered herself to the carpet, and spread her hind legs far apart, like she had seen Lyra do, until they were stretched out and aligned with the floor, her weight now resting on her knees. She moved by advancing with her hooves and then pulling one hind leg in while stabilizing herself against the other and repeating the process on the other side, crawling forward like a little baby.

It was intense. That was all Bon Bon was able to say, because she was otherwise completely occupied. She had to keep up the considerable effort to move her limbs in the steady rhythm, or else she would stop moving. Crawling was more strenuous than walking, but it was much more reassuring too, because her stance was very stable and she was so low to the ground. She would need any reassurance she could get too, because the impressions on all of her senses were almost overbearing.

The movement took the coordinated effort of Bon Bon’s entire body. She felt electrified as the fuzzy soft material of her sleeper shifted and shuffled all over, making her skin tingle with its comfy caress. Her forehooves sifted through the tickly threads of the carpet, as she had to constantly make sure that her path was free of obstacles, because avoiding them seemed too difficult. And it was already difficult enough, trying her best to stay focussed as her soft diaper had been pulled up tight between her legs and was fluffed back and forth across her sensitive butt with the movement.

It wasn’t difficult to see why Lyra had chosen to prefer this mode of motion. Crawling wasn’t just a way to get from one point to another, but it was very enjoyable too, because it was so easy and stress free. And it felt a little bit naughty but also nice to behave like a little foal.

Bon Bon noticed that her breath had quickened somewhat while she had relished the thrilling experience. It made her feel all nice and warm all over, and there was that little buzz in the back of her head that kept enticing her with the promise of even more. She just had to crawl around faster. It was so much fun, so why not? She crawled forward and moved around, and it began feeling even better. And what if she crawled even further …

Bon Bon almost jumped in the air when she crawled face first into a mint and white tail. Instead, she immediately froze and assessed the situation.

It seemed she was in luck, because Lyra was still looking in the other direction and hadn’t seen Bon Bon’s embarrassing little act. In fact, Lyra hadn’t noticed at all. Past the tail, Bon Bon could see how Lyra was apparently enthralled by something, her upper body on the ground and her hindquarters held high in the air. She probably wouldn’t have cared much either if Bon Bon had ran into her, just like she didn’t care how ridiculous she looked.

Her butt was pretty big, as it bulged under her race stripe pyjamas with the gentle roundness typical of a diapered foal. And the way the diaper sagged down and bulged outward in particular, it was exceedingly obvious that the diaper was very well used, too.

Bon Bon hadn’t stopped breathing hard, and her cheeks were now more flush than ever before. With a terrifying excitement she realized that she was powerless to resist what she was about to do.

The very tip of her hoof carefully closed in right in the middle of Lyra’s butt, and when it met with the surface, she gave a little push. Lyra’s plastic underwear crinkled softly, and the little dent sagged out smoothly again when Bon Bon pulled her hoof back. It was utterly mesmerizing. Lyra hadn’t even felt it. She hadn’t felt her own butt being prodded. But of course she hadn’t, her diaper had been way too thick to begin with, and with the added thickness now that it was full, there was no chance for Lyra to feel anything from the outside world down there.

Suddenly, the tranquility exploded into crinkles and noise as Lyra jumped up from her position and chased after something small that was trying to get away from her.

It was a little transparent ball, with another small ball inside it. The smaller ball was way heavier than the outer one, and when the outer ball rolled in one direction, the inner ball was flung around and knocked the outer one’s course into a different direction. Lyra’s entire being was solely focussed on catching the wobbly contraption, but it moved so erratically, it was simply impossible for her to get her hooves on it.

Then it looked like Lyra was about to catch it. She closed in on her prey and tried to pick it up. But instead, she knocked against it with her pacifier-stuffed muzzle and it flew away. She didn’t miss a beat and immediately chased after it again.

Bon Bon couldn’t keep a chortle from escaping. She didn’t know whether the sight had been more delightful or more hilarious, but the intense affection she felt burning in her chest for her adorable and silly little filly was all the same.

Lyra giggled as she knocked the ball with her hoof and it flew against the wall, where it rebounded and came back in the other direction. It wobbled left and right as it made its way across the room, and Lyra jumped and dashed and tried to catch it, but the ball continued to describe its evasive path until it rolled to a halt right before Bon Bon.

Bon Bon picked up the ball and Lyra immediately came to a halt before her, staring at her expectantly with huge eyes. Bon Bon had the ball. Lyra needed it. She began wagging her tail furiously back and forth and drowning every other sound out with her loud crinkles as she gazed at the ball restlessly.

Bon Bon just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. It was like on a silver platter.

She slowly raised the ball, Lyra practically glued it it, in the air, and then she lightly tossed the ball upwards, just about to Lyra’s height.

Lyra immediately reared up on her hind legs and tried to catch the ball, but she fumbled and the ball flew away, and Lyra fell backwards and softly plopped right onto her butt. There was a very short moment of pacifier-bobbing confusion as Lyra wondered what that funny mushy feeling was down there. But she promptly lost interest again and began giggling again because of how happy she was, her tail on its journey back and forth once more.

“What’s with the waggy tail today, Lyra?” Bon Bon said, “What are you, a little puppy doggy?”

She didn’t care how goofy her grin was. Such cuteness needed to be appreciated to its fullest.

“I’m a little puppy doggy!” Lyra exclaimed, “Wuff wuff wuff wuff wuff!” She squealed and clapped ecstatically as she adorably tried to make dog noises.

“And you’re cute,” Bon Bon said, “and you’re adorable, and I want to go and gobble you right up.”

Then she closed the distance and kissed Lyra on the cheek, then she kissed her on the jaw, and she buried her face in Lyra’s neck and threw kisses about as fast as she could.

Lyra shrieked and convulsed and dissolved in a fit of laughter as the firework of tickles exploded from her neck, and drowned out the entire world in a roaring endlessness of tickly bliss. She laughed and giggled as more drool dripped down her pacifier and made the fur on her muzzle all mussy. Bon Bon marveled at the sight that thoroughly satisfied her down to the core of her being, and she kept the joy going by applying even more strategically placed nuzzles and kisses.

Bon Bon desired Lyra so much. She moved in to grab her, but Lyra skillfully evaded her grasp, wiggling herself out of Bon Bon’s hooves.

She laughed hysterically and said, “Wuff wuff! I’m a fast doggy! You can’t catch me!” Then she made her escape, but she was laughing so hard that walking proved to be exceedingly difficult, as she stumbled and wobbled.

Lyra had no chance against Bon Bon’s incredible diaper dexterity. In one bound, Bon Bon had caught up to Lyra and grabbed her by the leg. Lyra promptly let herself fall onto her stomach, tensing up in anticipation of her impending fate.

Bon Bon held Lyra fast and, through the soft padding of the hoofie sleeper’s soles, she began prodding and kneading her hind hoof without mercy. Lyra howled as a jolt of tickles radiated out from her hoof and had her entire body convulsing with laughter. She flailed around and rolled over onto her back, and Bon Bon moved over to Lyra’s upper body and sat down next to it.

Bon Bon hovered her hoof over Lyra’s tummy, and the electrifying anticipation came rolling over Lyra despite the lack of contact whatsoever. And then, Bon Bon did it again.

But by the third time, Bon Bon really began with her assault of a hundred tiny gentle prods onto Lyra’s soft tummy, and Lyra went up in laughter and wiggled herself around as her entire being was consumed in radiant mirth. But Bon Bon knew instinctively how long Lyra liked to be tickled, and she left her to go through the final throes of her laughter in peace.

Lyra gasped for air as she slowly felt herself coalesce back into being. She had to blink the tears of laughter out of her eyes before the world emerged from the fog again, but she was left tired and satisfied, and she felt very warm and tingly all over. Her cheeks were scalding hot, and her tummy was all bubbly in excitement, and there was a deep arousal smoldering all over her body that made her want for more.

Lyra wanted to be touched by Bon Bon all over and be held by her and feel her body against hers.

But when she moved, her diaper moved against her and overbearing pleasure flared out from her tingling rump that made her feel like she was going to explode. However much she would have liked it though, the time wasn’t ripe just now. Lyra needed to hold on to her foalish intuition, because it was still needed.

She could sense that not everything was right just yet.

Bon Bon was sitting to Lyra’s side, panting hard, her sapphire eyes glazed over and the locks of her mane shimmering in rich blue and pink in the sunlight, but there was also something amiss. There was a distant hardness to her eyes, her posture was instinctively hunched, and her legs were slightly turned inward as her free hoof was wanting to press between her legs. And Lyra knew exactly what this was from her own experience.

It was the beginning of a little baby filly potty dance.

“Bon Bon?” Lyra said, “Do you have to go tinkle?”

Bon Bon was completely overwhelmed. There was no more capacity left within her jumbled thoughts to wonder how Lyra could have known that.

She needed to pee so badly. She had been holding it in all day, and she couldn’t any longer. But she didn’t know what to do. She was utterly lost. All she could do was to repeat the mantra she had been telling herself all throughout.

“I … I can’t … “ Bon Bon panted, “my pants … I can’t just go”

“But you have to, silly,” Lyra giggled, “You’re a baby, remember? You don’t know what else to do. You have to let it go when you need to! You’ll feel much better.”

“But … but,” Bon Bon stuttered, “but everything’s gonna get wet.”

“A baby doesn’t know what that means,” Lyra said, “And you are a baby. So now you have to relax your tummy and make your tinkle in your pants.”

Bon Bon tried to make sense of it, but it occurred to her that it wouldn’t make a difference. Her body was instinctively listening to Lyra, and Bon Bon was powerless to do anything about it as she felt herself unclench and relax. There was no more room for anything else to register with her in the wild chaos of emotions.

Desperate excitement burned all throughout Bon Bon as her chest heaved even harder, fuelling the heat, and the electrifying arousal, coursing from her head to her hooves, constantly kept her on the edge of exploding.

Suddenly, a jolt of intense pleasure mixed everything up, and Bon Bon could feel how she began freely peeing into her clothing. She immersed her own fur in the warm liquid as it left her body without restraint, and the splashing drops thrillingly tickled as they ran down her sensitive skin. The diaper tapes grew strained around Bon Bon’s hips as she thoroughly saturated her diaper, and she could feel the two hot lines appear on the insides of her thighs as the ruffled leak guards did their job. She was freely releasing into the absorbent diaper pulp, the watertight plastic between her legs taking on her intimate warmth.

With all the strange pleasures and stimulations, Bon Bon didn’t feel like keeping her balance anymore. She laid down and came to a comfortable rest on her back right next to Lyra, a puddle of warm pee now pooling around her butt. Her buttocks became soaked in her own urine, and Bon Bon looked at Lyra for reassurance. Lyra smiled at her, and Bon Bon knew that everything was fine.

She felt like having something in her hooves, and the only thing in her sight were her own wiggly legs, so she lifted them in the air and grabbed them. Bon Bon tried playing with her hind hooves, but she was overcome with a trembling shock of pleasure as she felt her body lewdly urinate all over herself. It was all coming out freely, and she couldn’t have done anything about it at this point, even if she had wanted to.

“Wow!” Lyra said, “you can do that?”

But it was clear that Bon Bon couldn’t answer. The total bliss in her eyes was self-evident, as she soaked her entire lower body with her own pee from front to back, her butt raised in the air. Her sleeper remained spotlessly dry all throughout, because Bon Bon’s thick baby diapers had no problem taking care of everything.

Lyra knew intuitively that Bon Bon was finished relieving herself, when she let go of her legs again and relaxed. It was also clear that Bon Bon felt the same intense desire that Lyra did.

Bon Bon kept trying to turn toward Lyra, but she tensed and trembled as the soaked diaper pulp rubbed against her. But then she bit through and turned over anyway, and Lyra turned over too, and they met in the middle.

Bon Bon embraced Lyra and pulled her close, pressing their faces together. Lyra’s cheeks were as scalding as her own, and her breath tickled hotly on Bon Bon’s ear. She kissed Lyra on the neck again, and Lyra’s breath trembled from the pleasure radiating from the sensuous soft touch.

Lyra grabbed Bon Bon around the back and brought their bellies together. She pressed herself against the big gentle softness of Bon Bon’s tummy, and then she wiggled herself against it and moved up and down, Bon Bon whimpering into her neck as the gentle sensation made her shiver in ecstasy. An intense warmth built up between them as the fluffy soft sleepers were rubbed against one another, and the generated warmth from the friction suffused both of them and drowned the world out in boundless cozyness.

Bon Bon kissed Lyra, planting big sloppy smooches all over her cheek and the bridge of her nose, while Lyra noisily kissed her pacifier and wiggled her legs about, to make her diaper heighten the intensity of her pleasure. Bon Bon ran her hooves through Lyra’s mane and gently caressed her horn as she rubbed her prickling cheek against Lyra’s, while Lyra ran her hooves up Bon Bon’s shivering back and proceeded to prod and knead the fuzzy base of her ears.

The ecstasy was becoming more intense than Bon Bon could handle, and the impression of their writhing butts crinkling loudly made her roll both of them over and climb on top of Lyra.

They were embracing each other tightly to keep in contact as much as possible, as both of them began awkwardly flailing around with their hind legs, trying to stimulate the source of their intense arousal for more.

Lyra desperately pushed her waist into the air and felt her warm and mushy diaper sag against herself, paralyzing her with steadily intensifying bolts of quivering pleasure as she was thoroughly fondled and touched by Bon Bon’s curious hooves.

Bon Bon clumsily pushed her hips down and met the resistance of Lyra’s leg, and the soaked sagging mass of her diaper had the not yet absorbed pee pressed out of it again, saturating Bon Bon’s fur and sending her trembling with erotic passion.

They wiggled around each other and felt each other up squirmingly until eventually their bulging padded crotches bumped against each other. Bon Bon was immediately overtaken by fiery lust, and she felt Lyra tense up and begin to pant hard in her grasp. She moved their diapers on top of each other and pushed again, and Lyra squeaked as Bon Bon was fuelled by pure crinkly ecstasy.

Bon Bon steadied herself and got into position as Lyra clung tightly to her, suckling firmly on her pacifier, trying to calm herself down as she waited for Bon Bon to make her feel good. Bon Bon held Lyra securely to reassure her, and Lyra relaxed. Everything was fine. This was what their diapers were there for. Their diapers didn’t care whether they made them wet, or messy, or dripping with their juices, they only cared about making sure Lyra and Bon Bon were happy and relaxed, and that they had no worries at all. Everything was completely taken care of.

Bon Bon slowly began pressing their hips together, and they trembled against each other in pure bliss. She steadily humped into Lyra at an even pace, fuelled by her burning lust as her thoroughly soaked and bloated diaper rubbed against her very sensitive nether skin. The heat was building up in her sleeper, completely enveloping her. Lyra moaned and quivered as her diaper was squished and mushed around increasingly faster and faster, and all the soggy squishy softness was pressed up against her tighter and tighter.

The two thoroughly used diapers crinkled intensely as they were pushed around each other and sagged heavily as they were lifted apart again, in a steady rhythm that kept growing more needy and more desperate, the two fuzzy pyjamas rubbing against each other and creating intense heat that mingled with the intimate warmth of the two lovers entering the sacred union together.

Between Bon Bon’s hot breath on Lyra’s neck and the mushy diaper crinkles on her rump, the different warring centres of pleasure intensified until they merged together into a cacophony of pure bliss that immersed Lyra’s being completely. Bon Bon felt Lyra tense up in her embrace and begin to shake violently and squeak and moan around her pacifier as she came hard.

Bon Bon pressed down and humped into her diaper for her life, fuelled by the roaring blaze inside her as she was elated beyond her pleasure and overtaken by an intimate orgasm that ignited every fiber of her essence at once.

The two held each other close as they shared the soaring flight of their passions together. Bon Bon intensely moved and rubbed herself against Lyra in any way possible as her soggy diaper grew more and more slick around her nethers, while she was utterly dissolved in the screaming chaos of pleasure and love that shook her to the core.

Lyra clung herself to Bon Bon tightly, humping into her crinkling full mushy diapers as hard as she could, whimpering and moaning under the utter overload of lust and delight, her own pleasure exalted beyond itself by the fact that she could share this divine moment with her favourite pony in the world.

Diapers crinkled as the two big fillies writhed and squirmed against each other, both swaddled in their comfy hoofie sleepers, as they gasped and moaned cutely. Many intimate kisses and loving nuzzles were exchanged after their thickly bulging rumps had cooled off and stopped moving against each other.

They calmed down and remained as they were, hugging each other tightly as they shared the comfortable moment of post-coital bliss. Bon Bon enjoyed the lavish softness of Lyra’s tummy against her own, and the smell of her mane as she nuzzled her ear. Lyra relished the reassuring warmth as Bon Bon coddled her tightly, while she suckled on her pacifier and let herself be soothed by its rubbery comfort.

“That was so awesome,” Lyra said softly, “I love you so much, Bon Bon.”

“And I love you right back, Lyra,” Bon Bon whispered in her ear.

And so they rested together, the friendly sun shining on them through the window.

They recuperated and gathered new strength, the love between them blazing brilliantly, their union so pure to match only the grace of the goddesses themselves.

Before too long, they had finished resting and their vigour returned.

The two fillies rose and and felt like continuing playing where they had left off. The bedroom adventure world was still theirs to explore, and their hoofie sleepers were still cozy and warm, and their diapers had easily provided total security and comfort. Everything was fine.

Lyra and Bon Bon didn’t have a single worry in the world as they crinkled and giggled and played together to their heart’s content. Everything was fine because they were together.

They were happy.