Kisses and Crinkles

The black cloud cover was broken in sharp angles, dark puffs being forcefully pressed through a strainer of cold light. It smoothly advanced across the endless heavenly dome like an infinite tablecloth pulled by a giant. There was no wind, yet still the floating mountains of water raced forth at daunting speeds, looming above the tiny world as if intending to crush it. The blue light provided barely any illumination, and the air was buzzing with electricity, warm and heavy with premonition.

Bon Bon was bewildered by the unexpected alteration. The dream should usually make her upset, but she momentarily found comfort in the presence of the familiar meadows, the familiar sunny skies eerily absent. There was the big maple tree, its crisp summer leaves giving resounding applause in an unfelt breeze. The fertile field was dotted with weeds and bushes leading up into the forest rising impenetrable at an infinite distance, standing guard around the wide clearing and permitting view only of the bell tower’s faint image that indicated the direction of home.

All the families had come out again, to enjoy the nice late summer weather that was nowhere to be found. Bon Bon felt numb as the view shifted painfully slowly. There were the carpenter families, an uncommon sight to see the kin of the siblings responsible for the village’s iconic commerce all assembled. A brash colt floated past mid-trot, the pleasant sensation of homeliness surfacing at the sight of Bon Bon’s childhood friend. He was on his way to rejoin his parents, familiar faces with whom she would later spend years learning the bakery trade.

They were engaged in mute conversation with the mayor, who lounged in the grass surrounded by his family. The sensation of annoyance wrapped itself around Bon Bon like a wet blanket, drawing her away in an attempt to block out the memory, but failing to shield her from the debilitating ache of her heart that beat down on her like a hammer. The mayor and his wife were infamous for their large family, always taking their descendants of all ages along on their ventures, young ponies, colts, fillies and foals coming into view. The shrill whine of irritation pressed down on Bon Bon as the emotion warred with her budding embarrassment in anticipation of what would happen next. Why did they have to sit so close? Bon Bon had never played with the younglings, yet they were always around. The mere thought of being near the foals always made her hooves shake, and she couldn’t stand the way her heart raced when she forced herself to look away from the tiny beings whenever they met. Even worse, she could never resist sneaking a peek into the carriage when she was certain nopony was looking.

Bon Bon came into view, and her dull uneasiness flared into full-blown distress. Even though she knew that little filly in the grass was her, she could see herself from outside. Her curly locks were way too big for her little body as she sat between her towering parents. Bon Bon struggled to warn the filly, to spare her from the pain that was to come, but they both weren’t even from the same reality. Although the sky was now almost black, her parent’s aged faces shone with merciless detail.

The years had distorted the memory to their likeness. The soft lines of her parents’ faces spoke of kindness and their calm eyes had an air of experience. Still, like they had always been, they were detached, uncaring, unable to protect, and the world was restless. The filly would walk into the trap, and it was inevitable.

An orange foal was lying on her back in the grass, her stubby little horn bobbing between her redwood mane as she laughed to her heart’s content. It was the mayor’s youngest. Her mother was smiling down at her, her large blue muzzle only a fraction distant from the tiny body, the foal’s hairs moving in the mare’s breath as she hummed a tune. The aspects and gestures were universal, unquestionable. Even without knowing the family, it was evident that this mare was the foal’s mother. The effort and grace with which she touched and held her child had Bon Bon amazed. The uncertain filly sat mesmerized by the sight, the guilt-fueled urge to look away suppressed by an anguished craving of unbearable intensity.

The foal was getting changed. Her twittering giggles vibrated as her little chest was vigorously rubbed down with a pearl-white hoof towel. For the foal, there was nothing more fascinating than her own quivering voice, and the little face that stuck out of the brightly glowing mound of fluff might as well have been the happiest one in existence. Her divine elation fundamentally carried over to her mother, who had interrupted the routine to merely nuzzle her child, basking in the explicit comfort of the contact. Their unconditional love was immutable, the bond between them was divine. The desperate jealousy that tore at Bon Bon’s heart was a sacrilege.

Bon Bon desired to be at that foal’s place, and it made her so ashamed. Why did it fascinate her so? She had her own family, who gave her praise for her accomplishments and let her know the intimacy of a parent’s hug. She was supposed to be content with all that she had. Beyond the fields and the forest and the village, out there beneath the rumbling sky, the world was ready for her to explore, bearing a host of mysteries and challenges to appeal to her adventuring spirit. Then why did she want to turn her back and become so engrossed in the small and insignificant? Those aspects were fiercely opposed, weren’t they?

The foal gave a long and loud yawn, laden with the contentment of being in her mother’s care. It prompted a myriad of coos and compliments from the bystanders, all hungry to catch a glimpse of the unblemished sanctity that emanated from the tiny being. Bon Bon wanted too to inspire so much positivity simply by being herself, wanted to be able to bless her loved ones with fulfilling happiness merely by existing.

The foal cooed as her mother kissed her on the brow, a simple statement of affection that was only one of many past and many forthcoming, intended to strengthen her and empower her to face the challenges that lay in her future. Bon Bon wanted to be nurtured like that too. Her parents looked out for her safety and her health and her education, they gave her praise and supported her in her ventures, but who was there to take care of her emotionally like that, unconditionally, just for the reason that they could? She yearned for her parents’ small touches and infantile gestures that the years had taken away from her. Bon Bon was fed up with longing after her mother’s lost affection.

The foal looked on in joyous wonder as her lower body was wrapped up in a diaper. Bon Bon wanted to have a diaper too. Why? She didn’t know. She wanted to know what it felt like to be changed, what it felt like when her mother held her upright to fasten the diaper around her tail. She wanted to experience the comfort of having such a mesmerizingly thick pillow between her hind legs. She wanted to be corporeally cared for, to be handled with fragility, to be touched softly and made relaxed. It didn’t make any sense at all. Bon Bon just wanted to have a break from feeling tired and confused all the time.

Why could the foal have these things and she herself couldn’t? She enjoyed doing her chores and brought home only the best grades in school. She always did what her parents asked her to. She was looking out for her future. She had tried learning carpentry and didn’t like it, but still they had supported her. She was learning with the bakers now, and her parents praised her for it, encouraging her to jump forward and grasp the future that is hers to take. Didn’t she deserve to be satisfied same as that foal, who hadn’t secured any achievements in her short life and was unable to toil for the good of the community with her little body?

Bon Bon’s embarrassment at her strange notions was consumed by a fiery blaze of anger. How could she even think like that? The foal had no blame in this matter, and deserved all the comforts presented. Bon Bon was a big filly, it was meant for her to work for her blessings and to be content with what she received. She was ashamed at her train of thought, and her irritation grew. Nopony should have to be angry at herself, but she felt powerless to resist it.

Bon Bon struggled to shout a warning as the cream filly with the oversized bouncy mane turned to her mother in cautious curiosity, but no sound came forth. The dark sky was pummeling the ground and the world leaned inwards toward her menacingly. Her mommy had always stood by her side when she had needed help. The amaranth-colored mare rose high above, sitting beside her in the grass, engaged in some hypothetical conversation with another pony. Hadn’t her mommy always understood when Bon Bon tried to explain something? Hadn’t she said to her daughter that she could come to her whenever she had a problem? Mommy, can I ask you a question? Mommy, that foal looks so happy. Mommy, can you hold me like a foal? Mommy, I’m scared and confused. Mommy, can I sleep in my old crib? Mommy, can I have a diaper too? Mommy, I want to know what it’s like being a foal. Mommy, can you help me?

The exact wording had been lost over the years, but the pain of rejection still stung deeply in Bon Bon’s heart. The filly had jumped back at her mother’s energetic reaction, eyes wide in fear. The big mare’s visage was frighteningly unfamiliar, distorted by indignant shock and confusion. The filly had stammered, but had never managed to fully formulate a justification for her request. Why was she asking something like that? She couldn’t explain when she didn’t know the answer herself. What had she been thinking? It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t her place to desire such a thing. She couldn’t fault her mother for looking back and forth, making certain nopony had overheard the weird conversation. I’m sorry, mommy, I didn’t mean to sound queer. I never wanted to unsettle you. I appreciate how you take care of me, and all the chances I receive. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m sorry, mommy. I know it’s not normal. I won’t ask again.

A profound sadness took Bon Bon into a stranglehold as the frail and defeated little filly hung her head in shame. Something irreplaceable had been lost that day. The ponies closest to her, encouraging and infallible, had disappointed her expectations. They had made her understand that she was beyond help. Her desires couldn’t exist. She was imagining things. Protest was outside of the realm of possibility. The notion had been dismissed at the flick of a tail. In that moment, for the first time in her little life, the filly was truly left alone.

The only thing Bon Bon truly remembered from that day at crystal clarity were the words that had left the deepest wound, festering in time and leaving her growing soul weak and brittle.

You’re too old for those things.

Age didn’t go backwards. She was too old. Her younger years could not return. It would be impossible for her to experience that which she sought. The shame would never leave. She could only go forward. It was simple fact that her desires would remain perpetually unfulfilled. Until the end. The leaves mockingly applauded her as the filly took the scolding.

It was almost cruel how such a mundane statement had the power to crush a budding young spirit with such a monumental force. Pruned of its strange curiosity, it was cast into a mould of conformity which would never fit, with a frame too small, angles too sharp and edges too rugged.

Bon Bon couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She turned her head to look away.

“Bon Bon.” As she turned her head, her snout brushed against soft linens. Up and down coalesced into existence again, and she was breathing the cool air unevenly.

Right, the dream had concluded. It had been an unwelcome companion to her a long time ago and, as always when it departed, it had left behind a clutter of rotten emotions. What had made the entire situation even worse was the fact that she had never found anypony to blame for what had gone wrong. She couldn’t blame the foal, for being the most unblemished gift of life made her deserving of all her natural blessings. She couldn’t blame herself for her uninvited cravings, or she would have lost all strength to carry on. And as much as her naivety had made her want to, she couldn’t blame her parents, because even they were just ponies, prone to mistakes, always learning and growing wiser. They had their own goals, their beliefs, hopes and aspirations, their expectations and opinions of normalcy. Didn’t they have the right to defend them when they thought them undermined? Bon Bon herself had gained perspective too. What would she have said in that moment, if her own child had posed that strange request? Was there even such a thing as an appropriate answer?

Bon Bon had never had the time to think about it. They had fought so much. She liked to pretend that the episode hadn’t been a precursor to all that had followed. The pointless conflict that had torn their family asunder. The endless screaming and arguing. The separation of their formerly strong unity and a felt eternity of isolation. All that because they couldn’t understand why she wasn’t with a stallion, and Bon Bon had tried to convince herself that was the only reason. Narrow horizons and hollow traditions had given birth to apathetic rejection and petty demands.

But her parents were still good ponies in their cores, and the break had done them well. In the end, they had come around and given their blessings for her marriage. They talked again, and the years had eroded the cautious distance between them that nopony had really desired in the first place. After all that had happened, they could finally appreciate how much she had struggled, how much Lyra and her had accomplished together. Lyra had unquestioningly stood by her side to resolve a bad situation that wasn’t really anypony’s fault.

“Bon Bon.” Lyra. There had been nopony that had wished Bon Bon ill, and still she considered Lyra her savior. They hadn’t merely found salvation in each other, but they had built it through hard work, with their own hooves over many long years, one step at a time. Lyra had come into her life vulnerable, without possessions or experience, lacking the insight to even fully grasp the significance of the hurdles in their way. There had never been any fanfare, no big show with a marching band, no grand adventure or historic discovery between them. With small steps, cautious actions, questions, uncertainty and many mistakes and learning experiences along the way, they had started down the path of life together, and worked hard to overcome any obstacle that imposed itself upon them on their way. Bon Bon had grown alongside Lyra, and they had grown together, stood by each other’s side and supported each other until they arrived to find themselves within the immutable, absolute bond of their partnership. But still already in times long past, Lyra had helped her in ways so subtle and complex that Bon Bon kept continuously discovering new revelations even today.

Bon Bon looked into the night through half-open eyes. The large curl of a dark lock covered most of her vision. It was her own. The subtle illumination provided by the moon only most gently revealed the lean contours of Lyra’s face, still puffy from sleep and beset with the hard lines of tiredness.

The view was dominated by those stunning golden eyes, radiating with the purity to match a goddess’ crown jewels. They burned with the holy blaze of a resplendent spirit, fierce and sublime, primed and ready to bend the very reality to its own will should the need arise.

“Bon Bon!” Bon Bon snapped awake. How many times had Lyra been calling her?

“You kicked me,” Lyra said quietly, bags under her reddened eyes. Bon Bon felt numb, barely registering the contact of the bedsheets against her body. Her throat was dry. She was lying on her back, staring at Lyra against the fuzzy white rectangle of the moon caught in the closed curtains. A tiny movement tickled her cheek to life.

“Hey,” Lyra said more lively, “what’s the matter?” Bon Bon blinked and her vision grew less blurry. The tear that had rolled down her face vanished in the pillow. Was she really crying? Lyra shifted under the covers, scooting closer to Bon Bon, and propped herself up on an elbow, concern written on her face. She pulled her free hoof out and gently lowered it towards Bon Bon’s brow, brushing the errant lock of hair back behind her ear.

At the absence of any indication otherwise, Lyra leaned in close and said, “Did you have a bad dream?” Her breath was warm. Bon Bon nodded, feeling the resistance of her stiff neck muscles.

“Shh, don’t cry, Bon Bon, it was just a dream,” Lyra said. Her hoof had found Bon Bon’s cheek and she brushed away the trail of the tear, erasing the dark trail on her beloved’s pristine cream-colored coat. “It’s over. I’m here now.”

The words were as soothing to Bon Bon as the gentle contact. Her breath evened out as she felt her reservations drop away and her fears from ages forgotten turning to depart back into irrelevance. She closed her dry mouth - which was conspicuously empty. With Lyra’s face almost touching her own, Bon Bon’s eyes had soon fallen on the blue pacifier shield in front of the mint-colored muzzle, its white plastic handle bobbing effortlessly along with each of Lyra’s words. Not only was Lyra’s speech barely impeded by the pacifier that parted her jaw ever so slightly, but she didn’t seem to take notice of it at all, so much had she grown accustomed to the rubbery comfort. Bon Bon felt a need rise in her, not a distant and formless desire ever taunting her just out of reach, but a concrete and tangible want with an immediately apparent solution. A tingling heaviness raced across the back of her head, over her scalp and down her forehead, bringing tears to her eyes and excess fluid into her nose.

Bon Bon gave a quivering snuffle, and whimpered, “I want my paci, please …”

“Your paci!” Lyra exclaimed. The glinting in Bon Bon’s sapphire eyes gave the humble request a degree of urgency, and Lyra leaned forward to look around on the pillow. “Where is that darn thing,” she said as she proceeded to stuff her hoof under the pillow and reach around under the blanket in an attempt to find it. Bon Bon blinked against the tears in her eyes and hiccupped with her chest heaving, sniffling to ease the stinging in her nostrils. It felt so good to cry.

“It’s okay, Bon Bon. Shh. We’ll find your paci. It’s all right, Bon Bon, you’re fine,” Lyra said in a slow sing-song as she searched, soothing the crying foal with her voice. Bon Bon basked in the presence of the warm and low tune, letting herself be carried by the gentle vibration. There was a silent understanding between them that Lyra never intended to prevent her from crying. She just wanted Bon Bon to know that she would be there for her, to hold her and calm her down during the fact.

It was a liberating experience for Bon Bon to cry. She had claimed for herself the freedom to cry, the right to be sad, to let go and express her feelings unrestrained. Being able to cry, not because of an abstract fear or state of depression, but for something as utterly mundane and palpable as her pacifier, meant true liberty to her, freedom from all the pointless insecurities that fell away in the haze of the tears, freedom to surrender herself to the gingerly comforting of the pony she loved, freedom from the suppressed impressions of days past that came to light in a cleansing blaze. Her spirit was burning like the tears in her eyes.

In search for the pacifier, Lyra had laid down next to Bon Bon, draped a foreleg above her head and pulled her cheek close to her chest. She gave Bon Bon some time, gently stroking her mane, waiting patiently for her to calm down. It felt so right to comfort the crying foal. Lyra held her head tight, reassuring Bon Bon with her presence for a few tranquil moments, until the sniffling had dwindled into quiet whimpers.

“Sorry, but the paci’s gone, I can’t find it. Here,” Lyra said, reaching up and pulling her own pacifier out of her mouth, “I can give you mine. How’s that sound?” Bon Bon fell quiet and stared up at the proffered item. In the weak moonlight that came in through the fuzzy curtains, a glinting strand of drool hung between the rubber nipple and Lyra’s lower lip. Every emotion felt so intense to her, and new tears threatened to overwhelm Bon Bon, not born of sadness but because she was so touched by Lyra’s generosity of giving up something so personal, only to make her feel better. However, before she could form any words of protest, Bon Bon’s lips had already parted and made a move toward the appetizing soft soother. Lyra couldn’t help smiling at the infantile gesture and surrendered the pacifier to its new owner.

The pacifier slid smoothly between Bon Bon’s lips, and the soft rubber filling out her mouth instantly made her feel whole again. She swallowed the excess spittle that had been pushed into her muzzle, and a primal calm descended upon her like a warm envelope. After crying away the strange feelings left behind by the dream, Bon Bon felt pleasantly exhausted, and she indulged in the immense comfort of giving herself up to her infantile tendencies. The pacifier was already bobbing in her muzzle as she had unconsciously started suckling, and, cradled against Lyra’s warm body, feeling a gentle hoof stroking her mane and listening to quiet coos meant only for her, she felt secure, peaceful, held fast in unfailingly safe hooves.

Bon Bon inhaled deeply, stretching her chest with a lungful of fresh air, and gave a deep sigh. Lyra felt her own muzzle drawn toward her big filly, affectionately nuzzling into Bon Bon’s mane at the precious sight, giving it a series of little smooches before drawing back. It felt so good to hold Bon Bon like that, allowing her a little peace of mind through such a simple gesture. She was only a foal right now, which meant she needed to feel the touch of their bodies and her little kisses, and to hear the tone of her voice. She was Lyra’s own little Bon Bon, relying on Lyra to make her comfortable and to hold her gently when she needed it, to strengthen her. To strengthen them both. They both needed the little contacts, sometimes one of them more than the other. And Lyra relished the fact that whenever one of them needed to be a little foal for a while, the other would be there for her without question, as assuredly as the sun rose in the morning.

Lyra made a brief commotion in the sheets, wiggling herself back under the blanket and aligning her own body with Bon Bon’s. She laid her head down next to her foal’s and let her muzzle rest against the soft little cheek. “Mhhhh…” Bon Bon sighed at the contact. Lyra had begun smooching at her face, both from the instinctive reaction to the absence of her own pacifier and in an attempt to provide Bon Bon with her affection while already half-succumbed to sleep . While Lyra’s one hoof was still tousled in Bon Bon’s mane, her other had crept across her midsection under the blanket and began massaging her belly.

Bon Bon was filled with joy at being held so gracefully and nurtured with such utmost care. Overcome by the urge to stretch her sleepy body to life, she arched her back and contracted the muscles in her limbs. She was lying on her back, her hind legs naturally spread far apart due to the puffy bulk of her diaper between them - one of her legs had been well within kicking range of Lyra, she realized. Lyra mumbled as the blanket was pulled back slightly, Bon Bon lifting the soft sheet with her knees as she drew her hind legs in toward her body, gleefully stretching the muscles in her thighs. With the movement of her legs, Bon Bon’s plastic underwear was pulled up around her hips, its soft, fluffy padding tightened against her sensitive skin. Her diaper’s presence was reassuring, it would be there for her to do its duty even while she slept soundly. And with her body waking up from the numbness, a familiar firmness made itself apparent in Bon Bon’s lower stomach.

In its venture across Bon Bon’s belly, Lyra’s hoof had happened upon her tense abdominal wall. Her eye fluttered open and she spoke into Bon Bon’s cheek, “Wow! No wonder you were having nightmares, Bon Bon,” she gave a few tentative prods to the unyielding surface, “your tummy’s awfully full. Must’ve been all that soup from yesterday.” Lyra closed her eye and relaxed again with a sigh, snuggling her big filly, the solution to the problem already formulated in her mind. “I know what you need,” Lyra murmured close to Bon Bon’s ear, “how about you go tinkle for me, hm? Wouldn’t that be nice? I promise you’ll feel much better afterwards.” It would also reinforce Bon Bon’s infantile position, and of course, with a yawn tugging at the corners of her lips, Lyra appreciated how it didn’t mean any extra work for her.

Bon Bon found it amazing how effortlessly Lyra had realized the source of her discomfort, her brimming tummy stinging under under the curious pokes. She always wanted to show Lyra what a good filly she was, and she was already unconsciously preparing to fulfill her request without hesitation the moment it had been spoken. Bon Bon was too little to know any other way to deal with her urge, and therefore there wasn’t much else she could do anyway. She found that Lyra’s words made perfect sense.

Bon Bon stretched for a final time before she went limp with a contented sigh. She allowed the weakness to spread throughout her entire form, her limbs sinking heavily into the mattress, and her tense muscles relaxing as she permitted her body to do its work to relieve itself. She had barely realized her situation until that point, and her stomach fluttered in anticipation of what was to come. It wasn’t the exciting, lively kind of electric sensation that Lyra and her often felt when they were foals together. This time around, it was the all-encompassing, soothing comfort of utter immersion into her infantile role with her entire being. She was a foal, and when a foal had to go while lying in bed, she didn’t know any better than to piddle into her linens. It was expected of her, and for that reason Bon Bon had been wrapped up securely in a diaper, so that she wouldn’t get any onto the sheets or onto Lyra.

A quiet giggle escaped around Bon Bon’s pacifier as she felt the first trickle come out and splutter over herself. She immediately noticed that, against her expectations, it didn’t feel as hot as it usually did since it was already quite warm under the blanket in the first place. What remained was tickling sensation of her pee splashing against the diaper and back over her body, leaving her skin tingling. Lyra’s hoof had come to rest a while ago, and Bon Bon took it into a hold with both of her forehooves, squeezing it tightly against her chest. She was careful to keep the muscles of her stomach relaxed during her movement, so as not to disturb herself in doing her business. By the sound of her flat breathing, each exhale neatly brushing Bon Bon’s cheek, Lyra had already fallen back into a snooze.

Bon Bon relished the intimacy and held on to Lyra’s hoof as a shiver ran down her spine. There was nothing left for her to do other than to patiently wait until she was finished and enjoy the pleasant sensations in the meantime. Her discomfort had been flushed out by a growing wave of relief that washed over her, a primordial reward from her body for looking after its requirements. It felt so good being able to just go without worry or restraint, her body letting the pee come out without the slightest resistance even though she was lying comfortably within Lyra’s hug under the bedsheets. An impression caught her interest after the fluff of Bon Bon’s diaper was saturated in its middle between her legs. The liquid found its way into the still absorbent parts of her diaper, which was, since she was lying on her back, in the direction of her behind. This was unusual, since she usually stood upright during the day and it would flow toward her front. Even as Bon Bon became empty and the last of her urine dribbled out of her, it was a fascinating feeling how her butt cheeks were coated in the warm moistness that gradually soaked into her fur.

Finally done, Bon Bon reveled in the comfort of her relief. She let a brief moment pass quietly, enjoying the sensation before turning over in their bed, her diaper swollen and soggy between her thighs. Its inside was slick with the not yet absorbed liquid and slid smoothly against her skin as Bon Bon wiggled her back into Lyra’s stomach. She lifted her tail out from under herself and draped the long hairs across Lyra’s hind legs. Bon Bon was pulled in by the hoof that she still held against her chest and she was squeezed against the warm body behind her. The gesture was amazing: even in unconsciousness, her beautiful lover and foalish playmate still cared about her and wanted to hold her tight.

Bon Bon tried to hold on to as many sensations as she could. Lyra’s gentle breath in her mane, her chest rising and falling against her back, being held in a comforting embrace, Bon Bon’s diaper almost unnoticably expanding as it sucked the pee out of her fur, their hind legs touching as they lay lined up against each other. Just like a foal in her mother’s hold, she tried to stay awake as long as she could to enjoy all of her little blessings as much as possible, for even though Lyra would be always there for her, and an infinity of situations like these lied in Bon Bon’s future, she still relished every single one of them as if it were her last. Bon Bon felt fulfilled, and only her Lyra knew how stimulate her emotionally the unique way that she did.

Naturally, nopony can stay awake forever, and, in the stillness of the night and the comfort of her sleeping place, Bon Bon never noticed the as point in time passed when her consciousness slipped away. But she slept a blissful and dreamless sleep that refreshed her and empowered her for all the adventures that were yet to come.

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When Bon Bon woke up the next day, she was pleased to find that she felt the way she was supposed to feel after a good night’s sleep. She felt vital, energized, and her eyes took in the sight of their bedroom wall with a calm strength after she had opened them. It usually was a nice clean wall, but it bore dark spots of dirt where Lyra and her had bumped and brushed against it during their play. This corner between the wall and the bed was the perfect place to store their dolls and toys when they felt the need to liberate the bedroom floor of its clutter. It was the only room where they stashed their childish keepsakes, and as such, it saw its fair share of use. It was no issue that the stuff was only shoved into a messy pile, since it would all find its way back across the floor before long anyway. It really was a nice wall, maybe Bon Bon should clean it some time. She felt eager to get out of bed and jump into the day.

A stirring behind her made her turn around. Lyra was sitting upright, within a mound of fluffy blanket, her eyes closed. She turned her head around the room, pausing in several directions with her chest heaving as she sniffed the air. The window permitted bright, warming sunlight to flood the room, illuminating the mint green pony in a soft, shadowless glow. Her light blue mane with the white strand tried to keep up with her movement, the long hair clinging to her back and outlining her shoulders. Her mane really was way too straight and orderly considering how seldom she took care of it. Muffled by the walls, nature proclaimed its daily business through the lively twittering and buzzing and shuffling of its inhabitants.

The fluffy blanket still around her, Lyra relaxed and sagged into herself, holding herself upright with her forehooves. She inhaled deeply and held her breath, and then sat quietly with her eyes closed, her body unmoving. As if it wasn’t obvious enough what she was doing, the blanket’s folds behind Lyra’s back fell away as she lifted her tail up high in an instinctive gesture that was completely and utterly superfluous in her current situation. Bon Bon’s cheeks grew hot as she watched a goofy smile grow on Lyra’s muzzle. Surely it wasn’t the first time Lyra did her morning business in bed, not by a long shot, but the way she did it was so obscenely blatant that Bon Bon found herself drawn to the sight more than she should. Naturally, such a display was well within Lyra’s range of preferences, and Bon Bon decided not to disturb her indulgence, remaining politely quiet and waiting until Lyra’s previously suspended breathing resumed, with a relieved exhale marking the end of her endeavour. At least Bon Bon told herself she kept still only from politeness.

When Lyra turned around to get up, Bon Bon stirred to make herself known.

“Hi there!” Lyra exclaimed, her smile beaming in the gentle daylight, “Good morning, cutie.” She leaned down and, since Bon Bon’s lips were still occupied with the pacifier, kissed her on the side of the muzzle. Technically it was a proper kiss, since Lyra had touched the corner of her lips just behind the plate of the pacifier, but Bon Bon basked in the maternal type of affection emanating from her lover nonetheless. “Did you sleep better now? No more bad dreams?” Lyra said.

“I slept fine, Lyra, thanks,” Bon Bon said, before giving a little cough to wake up her raspy voice, and smiled up at Lyra, “thanks to you.”

Lyra kept grinning down at Bon Bon, momentarily mystifying her with the unexplained gaiety before she said, “Do you smell it?”

“Smell what?” Bon Bon inquired.

“Aww,” Lyra said with slight disappointment, “too bad. Your little nose is probably already used to the smell.” She leaned down to plant a little peck just on the point of Bon Bon’s nose, eliciting a tiny giggle from the big filly that made Lyra’s heart melt with its genuineness. “Come on you silly filly,” Lyra said, beckoning with a hoof, “get up and I’ll show you.”

Lyra turned around and got out of bed. She had such a strikingly dynamic way of doing that, always shoving the sheets aside in her vigor as she pushed herself off the mattress sideways, bracing herself on two of her legs, and using the momentum to pull her other half behind, swivel around and come to a walking start, all in one habitually elegant movement. She was always eager to get moving, to get things done, and it clearly reflected in the stature of her body.

Despite having a bafflingly small amount of concern for diet and exercise, Lyra’s body was lean and almost athletic. She was both slimmer and taller than Bon Bon, courtesy of a lineage which would not surprise Bon Bon to contain a giraffe at some point and Lyra being almost recklessly impulsive, a trait which caused a number of awkward situations in the past, and a trait which Bon Bon wouldn’t want to miss in her life, as she had grown to realize. Lyra also had longer hind legs, her pleasantly elongated hooves supporting her tall and robust cannons, the muscles in her powerful thighs always bulging when she walked, with a pleasant conclusion to be found in that shapely flank that Bon Bon felt lucky to be in contact with so much. Bon Bon loved that behind, its form captivated her, and even now she found herself almost hypnotically drawn to it.

It didn’t help that the rump was enclosed in a nice and thick diaper. Typically a chore disdained by parents of foals of a more ordinary age, Bon Bon found that she actually quite enjoyed changing Lyra’s diapers. Not only meant the frequent ritual a moment of sensuous physical contact between the two partners, but Bon Bon also liked being able to grant Lyra a relaxing bit of homely comfort through such a menial activity, and always savored the happiness lighting up the unicorn’s eyes in her minute of pleasurable fun. It wasn’t all games however, as Bon Bon was aware that Lyra actually needed her when she was little, relying on her to clean her up when it was necessary in a display of dependency that was otherwise quite rare for her.

Lyra would need a diaper change soon too, by the looks of it. The infantile garment, usually gleaming white in the bright light of the sun, had taken on a yellow tint almost uniformly across Lyra’s rump, obviously having been held to its promise of absorbency over the course of the night. As the long hairs of Lyra’s tail moved aside in her step, the diaper was also revealed to sport a large, dark stain right between her hind legs, a testament to its more recent use. With the added weight, the diaper’s bloated pulp had formed a fat clump under Lyra’s tail that sagged heavily against her hindquarters. Even so, it came as no surprise that Lyra’s gait was still unimpeded and natural despite the voluminous padding around her body. It just fit Lyra’s obstinacy that she wouldn’t let her movement be hindered by her clothing, her hind legs squishing and kneading the poor diaper’s sodden stuffing as she walked. Bon Bon wondered what it felt like. Was it still warm or had it cooled off already? Had the pulp clumped hard or had it already been ground into a homogeneous soft mass again? If she could feel Lyra’s body through the bloated cushioning?

Bon Bon was broken out of her reverie by the shrill sound of the wooden rings being dragged against the polished rail as Lyra pulled aside the curtain. Bon Bon rubbed her eyes with the back of her hooves, trying to clear her head. They had just gotten up, it was way too early for that kind of thought. And she felt hungry too, she realized as her stomach noisily protested against its emptiness with an audible gurgle.

“Ha, I knew it!” Lyra merrily exclaimed as she looked back with a grin, “betcha don’t know why you have such an appetite, huh?” She pulled back the lock of the window, which was already teasing with a view of outside’s colorful radiance. “Look out the window and see for yourself,” Lyra said and the window’s sides creaked open under the push of her hoof.

Now genuinely curious, Bon Bon shuffled out from under the sheets and got off the bed - leading with her behind and then letting herself fall on her forehooves like any normal pony. Well, ‘normal’ ignoring the diaper that accompanied every move of hers with a crinkle, its moist inside still holding snugly onto her form. Bon Bon walked over, braced herself against the windowsill and leaned out next to Lyra, and it immediately became obvious to her as the breeze played around her snout.

“Wow, this smells absolutely amazing,” Bon Bon said, the pacifier already growing increasingly slick in her mouth with with an increasing volume of drool. The meadow behind the house was ripe with life, and a gentle southward wind carried the aroma of juicy grasses and colorful flowers past their noses and through the cracks of their walls. Their house was the closest to the forest that lay west of Ponyville, and Bon Bon could clearly sense the earthen smell of plump roots and spicy fungi in the pleasurable mix, bolstering it with an exotic note. The old oak was shivering next to the house, currently right in front of them, as though it was cold, but Bon Bon found the late summer air comfortably warm, causing a lightheartedness that further fuelled her appetite, and the multitude of golden stalks standing out of the vegetation below seemed to agree as they swayed in the wind, nodding their heads.

The meadow behind their yard was healthily overgrown. The area was filled with a lush jumble of the most varied fauna, the result of the plants’ fierce competition against each other for a modicum of the existential sunlight leaving behind a carpet of vegetation that shone in a multitude of delicious greens, yellows, browns, olives, lime and mint tones and everything inbetween. Where dark leaves and ferns didn’t sprout to steal the sunlight with their large surfaces, the plant cover was speckled with gleaming little blooms of all colors of the rainbow, meaning to appear appetizing to the mass of insects that constantly buzzed to and fro, but having a very similar effect on two decidedly non-insectoid, but still very hungry little ponies.

The field itself was evenly fuzzy with small plants, as large bushes and small trees avoided the open sunlight in favor of growing past Lyra’s and Bon Bon’s cottage, along Ponyville’s cooler roads on the one side, and seeking the soothing shade under the edge of the forest on the other side. The underbrush formed a connection between the two locales at the point where they were the closest, with a thicket that even the green-hooved Bon Bon couldn’t name all membering plants of growing behind the garden on the other side of their house. The forest touched against Ponyville in that direction, running alongside the town and encircling it up until the lake. Breaking off before running into the fertile wetlands that fed off the water, the forest then ran further north, growing a long distance in the direction of the mountainous Rocky Ranges that could be seen from Canterlot on a particularly clear day.

As it was, Canterlot itself and the surrounding lands weren’t visible from this side of the forest, but off in the distance, on the far side of the meadow, it grew thin enough to permit view of the rolling hills that led into the Howling Highlands. In fact, a road that passed Ponyville further south ran along the treeline just on the other side of the forest, forming an important trade route between the little town and the bustling cities of the west. It was also the direction of the big sea, which meant that the sky was often bustling with activity of the Weather Team pegasi harvesting cloud material and re-routing temperature and humidity flows above their heads.

Of course, Bon Bon knew her way around their end of the forest. Lyra and her had gone foraging countless times before, picking from the ample supply of fresh mushrooms, roots and berries when the season came. Which, Bon Bon realized, would be again soon with autumn drawing near. Though the impending absence of the warm summer days would usually put her in a thoughtful mood, all the thinking about food had instead only made her more hungry.

As if reading her mind, Lyra piped up beside her. “So, can we have breakfast outside?” she asked hopefully, “Well technically it’s more of a lunch, but…”

“Sure,” Bon Bon said, “that sounds great. I’m actually famished. You’re probably right, my nose must have picked up on these smells, and it smells delicious.”

“Awesome,” Lyra said, “I knew you’d be on my side.”

“Yeah,” Bon Bon smiled briefly, but then raised a questioning brow, “wait. What do you mean ‘on your side’?”

Lyra faltered, smiling apologetically as she said, “Ah, I just meant because you don’t always like grazing outside. You know, like when we’re in town, you won’t touch the stuff, and you kinda looked away the last time I had a snack.”

“Lyra,” Bon Bon explained, “I just don’t like eating other ponies’ grass. And on public property, really? What if it belongs to somepony? Besides, you can’t know what that grass has been through with all the ponies running around.”

“What should they have done with it?”, Lyra asked incredulously, “Do you think they pee on it?”

“Um, you never know?” Bon Bon said, sounding silly to herself now, “That’s why I looked away the last time. I couldn’t stand the suspense when you bit off from it. What if somepony actually had peed on it?”

Lyra raised her nose smugly into the air and said, “Well, if they had peed on it, then I couldn’t taste it, and therefore I don’t care.”

“Ew,” Bon Bon said, unable to hold back her giggling, “Lyra, you’re so gross.”

“Better gross than hungry,” Lyra said, sealing her victory with a grin. “Speaking of which …” she continued.

“Yeah, let’s -- wait.” As she was turning to leave the windowsill, Bon Bon stopped and turned back. Slowly, she shook her head. There was a slight pulling sensation in a way that she usually wouldn’t feel unless something was amiss. It was like the skin in the pits of her forelegs, a dormant sense, which she would only become aware how sensitive it was when something actively brushed over it. “Lyra,” she said, “do you feel that magic?”

“Hmm,” Lyra said, casting her gaze into the landscape, “what magic?”

“I don’t know,” Bon Bon said, ”it’s kind of weak, I guess. I just notice it now because I didn’t notice it before.”

“You sure it’s not just the light?” Lyra said. They turned around to look at the ceiling. The diamond hung from the ceiling in its little holder, translucent like glass in its dormancy, ready to awaken at the flip of a switch to release its imbued magelight spell. Bon Bon was used to its magical aura, having many of the gemstones around the house.

“I know what the light feels like,” Bon Bon said, “and besides, it’s turned off. Even I can tell that,” she added at Lyra’s snickering.

“Maybe it’s the fly ward,” Lyra offered. They looked down as Bon Bon lifted a hoof from the windowsill, revealing the rune carving that served as a ward against insects, a crucial little helper for life in the countryside. It comprised of the common spiral shape seen in all basic runes, but, being such a simple spell, it was broken up by only two small symbols. However, where wards usually shone with the shimmering reflectivity of a healthy enchantment, theirs was already faded, barely darker than the wood it was carved into.

“Lyra,” Bon Bon said, “I don’t think even the flies can feel this ward, and they’re not even magical. Um, also, maybe we should get this re-enchanted at some point.”

“Yeah,” Lyra agreed, “and we’d better do it before next summer. I really don’t wanna deal with having flies in the house.” She scrunched up her snout at the unpleasant thought. Aside from that, Bon Bon didn’t even want to think about having a craftspony come up into this room.

“Anyway,” Bon Bon said, “it feels more distant than that, kind of unfocused. I don’t really know how to put it.”

“So it’s probably not me then,” Lyra said before she reached out with a magical grip and tugged on Bon Bon’s ear.

“Hey,” Bon Bon complained, “wow, no, now that you mention it, I didn’t feel your horn at all.”

“That’s because you’re accustomed to it,” Lyra said, “and you would feel it only in some cases anyway. Because you’re an earth pony, you’re only supposed to have passive magics and all that. I wonder why you felt that thing outside in the first place, and I don’t. It must be really weak or far away or something.”

Bon Bon had suspected as much. In her experience, unicorns could sense magic the best when it was immediate and active. She imagined it was like the sun and the moon: Unicorns were standing in the bright sunlight, able to look at magical configurations and manipulate them with fine detail, but the sun’s glare was strenuous on their senses, and could also blind them with its power. Non-unicorns on the other hoof were like the moon at night with their magic, not as actual and obvious as the sun, but subtle and effortless, always reliable and sometimes even used unconsciously. The two looked into the landscape for a moment, but their interest in solving the riddle quickly waned at the absence of food.

Bon Bon hopped away from the windowsill and stood behind Lyra. “Lyra, you really wet the bed a lot tonight. Just look at all this,” she exclaimed.

Lyra was quick to respond to the playful hint. “Really, I did?” she feigned surprise, turning her head to look back at her hindquarters.

“You did. I think this diaper is pretty much at its limit,” Bon Bon said, raising a hoof to lift the soggy clump that hung between Lyra’s hind legs, affirming that it was as heavy as it looked. So it was still warm, too.

Lyra ducked her head, trying to fake embarrassment, but her unflinching body and the heat between her legs told a different story. “Ah. All that soup from yesterday must have wanted to come out again,” she said.

“Yup,” Bon Bon said amusedly, pleased that she could get Lyra to slip into her role as a diaper-dependent filly so easily, “And that means we’d better change you into a new diaper, so we’re all set when more comes out.” Lyra nodded her head in agreement, grinning broadly. It was that unmistakable excited playfulness in her behavior that Bon Bon had been looking for all along.

Their changing table was only a step away from the window, and a little heat crept into Bon Bon’s cheeks as they discovered a memento of yesterday’s fun.

“Ew, it’s smelly,” Lyra said, pointing at the used diaper they had forgotten on the changing mat yesterday in the heat of the moment, along with the foal wipes and the tub of skin cream.

“Don’t be so fussy,” Bon Bon said as she stepped past. She gathered the cold diaper in a hoof and let it drop through the swinging lid of their metal trashcan-turned-diaper pail. “Your butt smells like that too right now,” she said.

“Really, it does?” Lyra asked, already halfway up the changing table, her behind smelling similarly of stale old diaper as she hefted it past Bon Bon’s face onto the top.

“At least until I’m finished with it,” Bon Bon said, helping Lyra with a push and pulling open her tail tape as the opportunity arose. It was so cute how effortlessly, almost instinctively, the mint filly gave herself up into Bon Bon’s care, folding her forehooves behind her head and laying relaxed on her back with her hind legs spread, waiting to be cleaned up. Even as her diaper untightened, two loud rips resounding in the air as Bon Bon opened the diaper tapes and pulled the sodden garment away, Lyra barely moved and only looked at Bon Bon wondrously. Her yellowed diaper and her naked mare parts were covered in a glistening layer of moisture, and her fur was tousled where it was soaked between her legs. Bon Bon pulled out a foal wipe and pressed it against Lyra to wipe her clean.

“So, Bon Bon,” Lyra spoke up cautiously, “you had a bad dream tonight?”

“Mhm,” Bon Bon made in agreement. She didn’t really want to think about it, but talking about it would make her feel better. Using the edge of her hoof to guide the moist kerchief along her charge’s hard to reach folds, she made sure to thoroughly clean all the parts of Lyra’s body that required cleaning after using a diaper. Lyra’s skin was so soft, like a foal’s. Was it always like this, or was it a result of all the diapers and foal cream?

“I remembered that stupid situation from when I was little,” Bon Bon continued at length, “you know the one, when I asked my mother about … well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lyra said, “you told me that story. You asked if you could have a diaper and your folks didn’t take it very well.”

Bon Bon took a diaper from the dwindling stack in the tray under the table and opened it with a shake, before she pushed Lyra’s knees towards her chest, lifting her backside into the air to get started on her hindquarters.

“Yes, that one,” Bon Bon said, “that memory was in my dream. I was with my parents in our old village, and it kind of played out again. I didn’t mean to hurt them, but I was so scared when my mother said all these degrading things. I keep thinking I could have said something in return, but it was just so humiliating. It just made me sad, you know? Not as bad in the dream as back then, but still a little bit.”

Bon Bon pulled the old diaper with the used wipes out from under Lyra and let it drop into the diaper pail. Then she slid the new diaper in place, slotting the base of Lyra’s tail into the notch at the diaper’s back, and scooped out a glob of skin cream, massaging it into Lyra’s exposed butt.

“But you aren’t ashamed of it anymore, right?” Lyra asked.

“No, I’m not ashamed,” Bon Bon said, “never again. You helped me make sure of that, remember? I always hated feeling bad about myself, and you helped me out of that slump. I’m over it for good. I like what we are now, Lyra, and I’m not giving that up. Besides, how could I ever be ashamed of something as cute as this?” She booped Lyra on the snout with a sweet smelling hoof, eliciting a happy little giggle, before lowering Lyra’s hind legs again, depositing the cute tush on the fluffy fresh diaper and proceeding to gently spread the cream around the rest of Lyra’s diaper area.

“But you’re still afraid of other ponies finding out,” Lyra offered tentatively.

“I don’t think it’s about them finding out,” Bon Bon said. She pulled up the crisp diaper between Lyra’s hind legs, making sure to position it properly in the middle and flattening it snugly against the mint colored stomach. She was satisfied with her work when the ruffled edge of the white plastic terminated just beneath Lyra’s cute little belly button. “But I guess I am afraid,” she continued, “you’re right in that. In the dream, and somehow still now, I’m afraid what ponies will think. How will they react, seeing something like this? I can’t even explain it myself, so how could I make them understand?” She ripped the tapes open and squeezed them tight against the plastic around Lyra’s hips. “I guess I’m afraid of the risk. I just don’t want to be so scared again, like back then,” she finally stated.

Bon Bon took Lyra into a gentle embrace and pulled her upright into a sitting position. This was Bon Bon’s favourite moment of a diaper change, since it meant a moment of intimate bodily contact with the big filly, holding her close in safe hooves to ensure she always remained secure while Bon Bon fastened the back part of the diaper. The moment didn’t pass too quickly either as Lyra wrapped her own hooves around Bon Bon, returning the hug tightly, some time slipping by quietly as the pair just held each other, pressing their cheeks together. Bon Bon felt light from the warm joy of having Lyra close to herself, having Lyra in her life at all. Lyra would be there for her, supporting her without question and sometimes even without words, reassuring her merely with something as fleeting as a simple hug. It felt so good to just let go, stop struggling for control all the time and let somepony else take the reins. Her best friend was there for her and made sure that she didn’t have to press on alone.

They broke after a few heartbeats, and the plastic of Lyra’s fresh diaper squeaked against the polymer surface of the changing mat as she slipped off the table. No words were needed between the two as they traded places. Bon Bon clambered onto the table top, the soft surface with the childish motives rustling under her weight as she sat in its middle. Lyra adored the big foal with her bouncy pink and cobalt mane, the blue pacifier bobbing in front of her muzzle under her intuitive suckling, sitting there in a discolored and soggy diaper and waiting patiently to be cleaned up, her deep sapphire eyes speaking only of boundless love and the guiltless delight she took in her voluntary dependence. Lyra couldn’t help kissing her on the cheek once more before she reached around to rip open the tail tape, and gently pushed Bon Bon onto her back into a bed of her own curly tail hairs. Lyra was charmed by how Bon Bon had already spread her hind legs far apart without thinking, instinctively wanting to do her part in helping Lyra with her task.

“You look really good in your diaper,” Lyra said.

Bon Bon lifted a brow. “Um, thanks?” she said.

“Not like that, silly,” Lyra said. She pulled the tapes around Bon Bon’s hips open with another two loud rips, making it the three in total that let it be clear to everypony within earshot there was a foal having her diaper changed, and that foal was Bon Bon. “Okay, like that too,” Lyra continued, “but what I mean is that the diaper looks really good on you. It just sits right and, um.” It wasn’t easy to describe what she meant. “Well, it just looks so natural on you, you know? Like the diaper’s in its proper place. Like you’re meant to be in a diaper, Bon Bon. I find it really hard to imagine you without a diaper, relaxing at home when we’re together. Heck, I don’t think I even could find any peace if you didn’t have your diaper on around here. It feels kinda wrong to me that this should make you somehow feel bad or feel afraid.”

Lyra pulled the diaper’s front away. The fresh air was a delight as it played gently across Bon Bon’s moist skin. “I always knew it, you know?” Lyra said, “Even back when we got this house and we dragged the furniture inside. Do you remember when the idea came up to get a big changing table?” She patted its surface beside Bon Bon. “It was just a little fantasy of mine. But you! You already had drawn up plans ready, for something so silly as a changing table for adult sized foals! Who would think of such a thing? You didn’t even protest, we just set to work straight away. It was amazing!”

Bon Bon smiled in amusement at the priceless image of Lyra sitting on the floor of their then-empty basement, tools strewn around her, cursing loudly because the sandpaper kept falling out of her hooves when she tried to smoothen the planks Bon Bon had given her. “I had to make something useful out of the little carpentry that I know,” Bon Bon said.

“My point is,” Lyra continued, “I knew right then that part of you is a genuine, real foal. Not just ‘sometimes pretend’, or ‘when you have time’, but the actual, real deal. You’re part grown mare and part little foal, both parts equally important, but each part taking the back seat to the other from time to time. Being little is just a part of you, Bon Bon, I guess that’s what I wanted to say, and you should just not even think about it. You shouldn’t be nervous or afraid because of it or anything. What’s the point? It’s not like you can really do anything about it anyway. Just roll with it. I don’t want you feel bad when other ponies find out and I don’t want you to wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night and stuff.”

“Besides,” Lyra added with a grin, “I know for a fact you really enjoy being a foal too, and there’s no shame in enjoying something you like.”

“Lyra, there was -- oooohhh... “ Bon Bon wanted to say, but she was numbed by a buzzing sensation flaring out through her body from between her legs as Lyra started rubbing her sensitive area down with a foal wipe. “I know you like this, baby,” Lyra said, “and that’s fine. I need to change your diaper either way, so why not enjoy it? No harm done.”

It was true. Bon Bon was a foal, and foals had to use their diapers. It was normal for her to get herself dirty in the process, and she had to be cleaned afterwards. She was thankful that Lyra was so thorough in making sure that Bon Bon’s fur was squeaky clean, and she understood that the process included having to rub down her sensitive mare parts with a moist wipe. It was normal that this would happen, and there was no way around it. Lyra’s words made perfect sense once again. It was obvious that Bon Bon enjoyed it anyway, so why not embrace it? It brought her happiness. Wasn’t that what all foals were supposed to be? To be happy?

Lyra wiped Bon Bon’s diaper area thoroughly, but she still took longer than strictly necessary, courtesy of the cute little ‘mhhh’s and ‘ahhh’s that she prompted from her big foal, and the fact that the foal wipe had grown warm unusually quickly with the temperature of her quivering body, Bon Bon just smiling behind her pacifier with her eyes closed.

Lyra was right. Being a foal was undeniably a part of herself, and Bon Bon shouldn’t let it make her feel bad. It was almost perverse that something that was supposed to be carefree and innocent, something that made her so happy, could cause such horrible memories and old feelings to resurface. It never hurt anypony or caused any damage, but they could derive so much peace and love from it. What they had was something special, something pure, and Bon Bon could not allow it to be sullied by dreadful whispers from the past.

It wasn’t only for her own sake, but for Lyra’s, too. She envied how painlessly Lyra handled her own desires. Lyra didn’t look around for spying eyes when she went out of the house into the yard diapered. Lyra wasn’t afraid to talk to the shopkeeper when they went to replenish their supplies. Even if Lyra wasn’t letting it on, Bon Bon sensed that she had to be be suffering on her behalf, if not from all the little insecurities and hesitations that inevitably overcame her whenever their tiny little hooves left huge hoofprints on the path of life, then simply because she had to be concerned about Bon Bon being obviously uncomfortable.

Bon Bon was aware that she could never be as outgoing and headstrong as her wife, to drop all her concerns once and for all and lead an indifferent life. And that was fine. That was what they had each other for. But Bon Bon’s deeply-rooted fears concerning her infantile desires were truly pointless, obsolete, no longer relevant, born from a past that was never to return. They only caused damage to her, to both of them. And they had to go. She owed that much to Lyra.

Bon Bon found her speech returning as Lyra lifted her hind legs and got started on her hindquarters, and the tingling in her belly burned on low flame. “There was something off about the memory in my dream”, Bon Bon said eventually, “everything was dark, and it seemed kind of brooding. I couldn’t really remember it all clearly anymore, like I knew something was different and I had forgotten other parts. It felt like something was going to happen. Something was going to change.”

The old diaper slid out from under Bon Bon to take its place next to Lyra’s inside the diaper pail, and Bon Bon felt as clean and crisp as the fresh diaper that was pushed into place against the base of her tail. “I want things to change, Lyra,” Bon Bon continued, “I don’t want to feel bad about myself anymore, even if only in my dreams. I’m not going to be nervous anymore about other ponies finding out. It doesn’t matter anyway, right? And I’m sorry if I dragged you down with me and my stupid problems. I don’t want you to hurt because of me.”

Lyra lowered Bon Bon onto the new diaper, and the soft dry fluff felt wonderful on her behind. “Don’t be sorry, silly, I don’t hurt because of you,” Lyra said, but Bon Bon didn’t quite believe it. “I’m just concerned about you. All I want is for you to get better. I don’t want you to wake up in the middle of the night crying, and I don’t want you to flinch whenever I mention our little trip to Carousel Boutique. I don’t like seeing you nervous and afraid. And you don’t have to force yourself to do anything. You can take all the time you need, and I’ll be there for you. You can rely on me, Bon Bon, whatever may come up. We’ll stick through it together. Just enjoy yourself and don’t be scared anymore.”

“I’ll do my best. I promise,” Bon Bon said, resolve in her eyes.

“I know you will, baby. You never let me down,” Lyra said softly. After the cream was sufficiently smeared around Bon Bon’s diaper area, Lyra leaned down and planted a big, sloppy kiss her big filly’s soft tummy. Bon Bon had been fidgeting in a mixture of eagerness to prove herself and trepidation from the possible consequences, but it all melted away as the intimate contact sent warm happiness coursing through her in a wave of relaxation. Her worries had time for later, she was busy being a foal now, and all the love coming forth from Lyra wouldn’t absorb itself. Her decision was only reinforced when the fluffy diaper was pulled tight against her sensitive nethers and wrapped snugly around her lower body. The crinkling, rustling and ripping of diaper tapes was music to her ears, because it wasn’t just any diaper, but only her own diaper being changed, and she wouldn’t want to give this up for anything. The sentiment was underlined by the final act of being pulled upright by Lyra in a warm embrace, and the fastening of her tail tape sealing her butt securely into the absorbent cushion, the way it was supposed to be for all foals.

Their bodies still close, Bon Bon took the plastic handle of her pacifier in a hoof and pulled the rubber nipple out of her mouth. She immediately felt the absence of its volume in her muzzle, but the discomfort paled into nothingness when the two big fillies, both with clean and fresh diapers under their hindquarters, pressed their lips together in an earnest kiss. The kiss wasn’t particularly long or complicated, but it was a worldly statement of affection between two lovers that no words could express. I really love you, Lyra. I love you too, Bon Bon. The kiss bore a unique kind of elegance that made it flutter through the air on its own without thought or effort. They broke after a comfortable moment, and Lyra giggled as Bon Bon almost immediately replaced the pacifier in her mouth with an embarrassed smile.

Lyra had already made for the stairs when Bon Bon slid off the changing table. She stayed behind to close the window, not having too much faith in the fly ward to do its job. The new diaper felt wonderful on her behind. It was fresh and soft, and Bon Bon thoroughly enjoyed it in its own unique way. She loved being nice and properly clean, no less than she loved all the other joys that came with the infantile attire that she had to wear, including the simmering knowledge in the back of her head that she would be using it for its intended purpose too before the day was over.

Bon Bon paused in the doorway. She was facing the bathroom door, their little reading corner to its left and next to the stairs. Past the bookshelf, the glass door to the front balcony desperately needed cleaning once again. The corridor to her left that lead to the back balcony was always pleasantly lit up with the light from outside. The ponies who built this had been really really clever to align the house with the path that the sun described across the sky, so that there would always be enough light inside during the day.

This was their house. This was their home, for Celestia’s sake! Everypony had the freedom to do whatever they liked in their home. How could she have doubted that? How could she have dared deny that right to Lyra? This was their sanctum, the place where they were allowed to be themselves without any interference from outside. Even if Bon Bon hadn’t meant to cause any harm at all, merely the way she had held herself in a phase of her habitual nervousness could have had an unsettling effect on Lyra. Such a thing had no place within their home. Though it wasn’t really Bon Bon’s fault, the drive to make amends was almost overwhelming. She wanted to prove herself. Should the runecrafter come upstairs! See if she cared! She wouldn’t cover up the furniture this time.

With a determined step, Bon Bon trotted down the stairs to the sound of the running faucet. Turning around the corner of the paneled common room wall, she stepped into the kitchen to find Lyra filling the glass jug, only one of many items perpetually cluttering the counter. The clear water sparkled in the light that came through the kitchen window as it splashed around in the translucent container, the edges of the glass breaking the radiance up into intense little rainbows. Upon Lyra’s request, Bon Bon went back through the common room, past the fireplace, and stepped into the pantry at the far end, digging around between baskets and bags for some of the ever elusive lemons. The musty air was almost suffocating compared to the fresh smells outside, and her frustration grew as she couldn’t find any, like so many times before. Eventually, Bon Bon’s hoof connected with her forehead when she discovered the lemons hanging in a net above her head. Grumbling, she placed a few into an empty basket and carried them back to the kitchen. Lyra cut up the fruit and let Bon Bon squeeze them into the water. Her previous frustrations forgotten, the big filly jovially set to the task, using both forehooves to hold the lemon halves above the jug and press out the juice, and her relentless tittering indicated that she had way more fun with the straightforward activity than she ought to. Bon Bon found herself elated by both the prospect of a delicious drink and being able to help Lyra in the kitchen. The cloudy lemon juice spread in the clear water like smoke, and Lyra felt her cheeks lift in a fond smile as her adorable filly’s breath fogged the glass while she sat transfixed by the spectacle.

Eventually, Lyra went into the adjacent room. “Ah, that’s much better,” she said, breaking Bon Bon out of her trance. Lyra was standing in the dining room, grinning around the white pacifier in her mouth that had been forgotten yesterday on the dining table. “I’m not letting go of this one, seeing how you are so comfy with yours,” Lyra said. Bon Bon suckled in agreement.

“How about this,” Lyra continued, “I’ll take the lemonade and you open the door for me. Deal?” Bon Bon trotted off with a nod and Lyra’s yellow light reflected off the crystalline surface in weird angles as she picked up the jug in her magical grasp and deposited it with a clank on the metal tray that held all of their drinking glasses. Then she took the tray onto her back and followed Bon Bon to the front door.

Bon Bon stood momentarily bedazzled before the door. How did this work again?

“You remember how it goes, Bon Bon,” Lyra said cheerfully from behind, “you put your hoofsies on the handle and push down.”

Of course. She had known that all along, she wasn’t that little. Even as Bon Bon tried to convince herself of that, she found herself already following Lyra’s advice, propping herself up onto the door handle and awaiting the result with a smidge of curiosity. Amazingly, the door really swung open in front of her and she fell outside onto her hooves.

The world was bright and colorful in Princess Celestia’s tranquil radiance. Bon Bon stepped out from under the shade of the balcony, and her body was immediately suffused by the sun’s all-encompassing warmth. The essence of growth shone onto them directly from the heavens, bestowing pure vitality upon everything within its reach equitably, granting every being an equal chance at life in this world. Insects bustled all around, crawling and buzzing excitedly in their quest to answer the call of the supple green grasses and colorful flowers beneath Bon Bon’s hooves. A fluttering flock of birds passed by overhead, only one of many crowding the sky as far as the eye could see, circling above hungrily in hopes of snatching a morsel from the ample supply in the meadows. The sky was pale blue and bright, streaked with foggy white wisps that told of the humidity in the air, an indication that the Weather Team’s preparations for the rain were well underway. The sentiment was underlined by the fact that a pleasant late-summer wind already blew, gently dancing across Bon Bon’s snout, past her brow and through her mane, playing with her coat along her sides and swaying the hairs of her tail. The only part of her that was conspicuously left alone by the breeze was her rump, which was completely protected by the warm and comfortable embrace of her diaper.

She looked to her left, thick leaves and vines hanging with abandon over the fence of their garden, tantalizing with an ample harvest that was yet to come. The rain would do great for the plants, plus, Bon Bon noted with satisfaction, it meant she wouldn’t have to water them for a few days. Past the garden, a trampled path led into the dense shrubbery that separated them from the forest. Nopony really walked that way except for the locals, who were thankful to have this little shortcut through an airy part of the plant life that led to the road towards the big lake. Particularly thankful were they on a hot summer day.

Straight ahead of Bon Bon was their neighbourhood, the collection of houses branching off the main road that led into the rising shapes of Ponyville in the distance. Well, there really was only one house that was close enough that she considered it within their immediate vicinity. It was some distance away, lying in the inside of the bend where the main road turned southwards, running to Bon Bon’s right towards the water tower further down, and where the little path split off that connected their own home to the town’s road network. Bon Bon scanned their neighbouring house, whose stone wall was luckily its backside, and the surrounding property for activity, but fortunately all was quiet, and she wouldn’t have to stay out of sight to hide her --

No. Stupid! Hadn’t she just promised not to do this anymore? She had to pull herself together. She wouldn’t break her promise. She didn’t care who saw her like this, and it didn’t matter if anypony did. Bon Bon decidedly made a point of not looking up to check the cloud home of their upwards neighbour as she followed Lyra past the oak tree and around the corner of the house.

It was pointless to pretend her secret was still only her own anyway, and a clear reminder presented itself before them in the shed. It wasn’t really a shed, Bon Bon would always have to explain, it was just a awning hanging away from the wall above a patch of dirt. No idea why they called it a shed, probably because of all the junk they stored under it. Other than the overhanging wooden canopy, this side of the house’s heavy log wall was featureless, only broken up by two rows of windows. The window right next to the shed permitted view into the kitchen, and Bon Bon imagined she could clamber inside in case of an emergency, but the need hadn’t arisen so far. Also, it seemed like fun. She should try it some time.

In the shed, they stored a large, orderly pile of firewood and a smaller, unorderly pile of rubbish, cracked plates, rotten pieces of furniture and broken magical appliances. All this stuff they had to take to the junkyard before it piled on and became too much, since none of it belonged into the dumpsters. Bon Bon was always proud to have the same colorful assortment of hard plastic refuse containers that all the other proper households in Ponyville had. Each container was meant for a different type of waste to facilitate efficient recycling. Most ponies leading a household in Ponyville had internalized the schedule of monthly garbage collection and were happy to perform the logical task of separating their trash, doubly so Bon Bon because she knew it helped enable their style of life.

Recycling was brutally efficient in Equestria. Since times long past, there was a neverending advancement in the engineering and magical sciences, leading to a wealth of more or less sensible corporeal and ethereal application in the practical world. Nowadays, some households functioned by an arrangement of gadgets and electricity, some by enchantment, mana and magic, and most homes, including Lyra’s and Bon Bon’s, simply by a mixture of both. This trend did not restrict itself on private homes though. Life in Equestria was a sublime affair, clockwork and alchemy to be found at every turn of a corner, working in tandem with brilliant layline machines and grandiose airships combining what had been strictly separate fields a thousand years ago. Entire industries revolved around being creative with the sciences and trying out the brash and the bold. Complex machinery augmented with elemental unicorn magic allowed ponies to dismantle, decompose, debase, rebase and re-assemble products and materials in a steadily widening horizon of possibilities. A consequence of this progress, one that had been rightfully deemed necessary a long time ago in light of the increasing demands in resources, was Equestria’s waste recycling apparatus. Today, it was refined enough to be able to reclaim practically all of the components that made up a common product. Only some obscure commodities and special materials were beyond its grasp, but the wonders of magic and the inventive spirit of ponykind made it possible that life in a regular household was effectively waste-free.

The resulting surplus of raw materials was ultimately the reason for the rubber in Bon Bon’s muzzle and the plastic on her butt. She was happy that things had gone their way, and she had no problem with doing her duty and separating their waste into the plastic containers that stood in their shed. The green one was for generic refuse, the black one was for metals, the grey one was for glass, and the blue one usually only larger families had. It was for diapers, and it was intended for households that went through enough diapers to warrant an extra container. Bon Bon remembered how excited she had been when they had requested one from Ponyville, because it meant that they would count among those households now.

Naturally, always in the back of her head was how much of a public statement it was, too. Everypony in Ponyville knew Bon Bon and Lyra, knew that they were married and living together in their log house on the far edge of the town. Both being mares, it was reasonable to conclude that they wouldn’t have any foals of their own. The fact that they had a diaper container didn’t make certain suspicions seem otherworldly. Bon Bon snorted at how hard she had tried to hide it at times. As Lyra had said, it really was pointless. Maybe she should just assume that everypony knew anyway.

The back yard still looked the same as the last time she had been here, meaning that Lyra hadn’t left the garden gate open again, letting critters past the fence into the garden that extended further down on the other side of the house. The yard itself was basically just a patch of cut grass within the meadow. Well, cut-ish. It didn’t make much difference to trim the lawn anyway, since most of it was dominated by a large circular patch of brown earth. It was the result of multiple efforts to do something with the space, including the construction of a large flowerbed and digging out a swimming pool. Nothing had really come to fruition yet, but Bon Bon didn’t mind. She kind of liked the earth, it had a rich dark color and a soft texture under her hooves.

With a clink, Lyra set the tray down on their little garden table adjacent to the house wall, and then leaned over the chairs to spit out her pacifier next to it onto the weathered metal surface. The little sitting place was fully exposed to the day’s heat, the back balcony unable to provide any shade in the afternoon when the sun shone under it as it set in the west. Still, the balcony at least protected it from the rain, as it did protect the adjacent stairs down into the basement and the heap of gardening tools next to it.

Bon Bon followed Lyra’s example and let her pacifier slide out from between her lips, making it two big foal soothers on the table glistening in the sunlight. Lyra had started trotting away, but a surge of panic briefly rose within Bon Bon when Lyra suddenly kicked up dirt in a mad dash into the field, giggling all the way. A little foal’s proper place was by the side of the other fillies, she couldn’t be anywhere alone, and Bon Bon discovered her hooves were already instinctively carrying her close to her playmate.

The two were a whooping and laughing heap when they impacted with the high grass. It was an amazing sight how the wall of green parted before Bon Bon, bending to her will as she plowed through. Her entire body tickled all over as bushels of high leaves caressed her belly when she walked over them and long golden grass stalks dragged their fuzzy tips along her sides as she moved past. Like a christmas sparkler, waves upon waves of bouncy little grasshoppers shot away from her as she pushed forward, sailing high through the air to vanish within the plant life hopefully far away from the possible danger. Under her hooves was a soft carpet of budding young plants, bearing the promise of a delicious and crunchy meal beyond only what she could see. Bon Bon navigated through the vast botanical variety, avoiding the thick leaves of a rhubarb plant, stepping over a clearing sprinkled with a thousand tiny clovers, diving into a wall of wild wheat.

When the thicket rose up to her neck, the delicious smells were almost overbearing. Bon Bon stopped by a particularly large and old grass bushel. She bent down, nosing the dark and dry stalks aside, and gathered a mouthful of the intense green young leaves that grew at the center using her lips and teeth. Grass was a staple food for ponies, and it tasted like it even at its best. The young leaves were very juicy as they crunched in Bon Bon’s mouth, filling it with their intense hearty taste that left her hungering for something more exotic. She ate a few of the older grass leaves and a bloom too, representing woody and honey-like variations on the same taste. However, grass always felt unexpectedly voluminous when she swallowed it, and it quickly satiated her hunger, satiating the worst of it with a satisfying wholeness.

Bon Bon smacked her lips, lusting for more. She buried her head deep in the plant life and walked forward. Relying mainly on her nose, she pushed aside the thicket and navigated through a world of aromas. It smelled of earth mostly, since most regular plants didn’t really smell any different from it, and there weren’t any magical plants in their meadow - those grew only on the other side of the forest, toward Canterlot. After a few moments Bon Bon found something that caught her interest. A group of dandelions stood huddled together, hoping to stand a chance against the merciless grass that towered around them if they pressed their jagged leaves close together to secure some space for their radiant yellow blooms. Of course, that worked about as well as it protected them against the cream-colored pony that was grinning down at them. Bon Bon blew onto the plants to disperse any insects and gathered some of the leaves and blossoms with her tongue before she pulled them off with her teeth. The characteristic bitterness immediately shot through Bon Bon’s jaw when she started chewing, making her wrinkle her lips. As opposed to Lyra, Bon Bon loved this taste, and she liked to mix dandelions into their salads whenever she got the chance.

She continued to dine on the bitter flowers while occasionally eating one of the dry golden stalks of wheat to take the edge off with a taste not unlike bread. The remarkably different textures of the leaves and the various fresh juices eventually started to mingle in Bon Bon’s mouth as she slowly build up a mass of food that she kept continuously chewing on, swallowing only the softest parts before she supplied the next fresh piece of vegetation. Each new plant she discovered contributed its own unique aroma to the mix. Before long, a patch of daisies laid on some variety with their bittersweet aroma that wasn’t unlike vanilla. A large circular green leaf with a red rim she ate only partially, the cress spicing things up with its sharpness even in such a small amount. The pale green hairy leaves of a nettle provided some of their oily juice to carry the other tastes to a smooth finish. And a few steps further, through another wall of grass, Bon Bon found her favourite thing that was green: Lyra.

Lyra had taken on an entirely different mode of eating. She was sitting square on her butt, in the middle of a large patch of flattened vegetation that marked her zone of activity. Her entire hind legs were brown with earth, as was her diapered crotch and the underside of her tail. She was happily crawling around, ripping out the plants with her hooves and stuffing them into her mouth to chew on them contentedly while the sun shone down on her head. It didn’t even seem to occur to her that she had a horn.

“Lyra, that’s not proper table manners!” Bon Bon exclaimed.

“Neither is speaking with a full mouth,” Lyra said with a full mouth.

Bon Bon snorted and had to hold a hoof to her own mouth to prevent any more of her food-mass from escaping, causing them both to dissolve into a fit of giggles. She walked over to Lyra and, when the mirth had subsided, gingerly touched the tips of their snouts together. Lyra’s eyes were playful and her breath tickled on Bon Bon’s skin, and neither of the mares prevented the little contact from evolving into an intimate kiss. Tiny bits of food and varied tastes were exchanged as their tongues brushed against each other. They didn’t even need to look as both raised a forehoof and accurately tapped them together with a clop. Bon Bon felt herself melt in Lyra’s hooves, her sensitive lips tingling as Lyra skillfully worked them over. Lyra was such a good kisser. The smooching went on for a comfortable while before they broke.

Bon Bon licked her lips, feeling refreshed like after brushing her teeth. Actually, she realized, that was a taste. “Mmmh,” she made, “that tastes really good. What is that?”

“Here,” Lyra said, “have some.” She held up a bushel of yarrow in her hoof. Bon Bon gingerly pulled one of the long lanky stalks out by its umbel and started chewing on it, continuously sucking it in like a noodle. A milky juice came out of the plant as Bon Bon crushed the fibers with her teeth, tasting faintly sweet with a delayed sour sharpness setting in, reminding her of the minty toothpaste that had the same color as Lyra’s coat. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant in the first place, and Bon Bon found herself liking the chewy dessert as a conclusion to a fine meal.

That, and Lyra kept casually feeding her some of what she herself ate, seeming barely aware of the fact as she scoured the ground for more treats. Bon Bon was rewarded with the juicy sour of the little clovers that were revealed between the flattened larger plants, and the dry bitterness of patch of sage that quickly vanished between them. She was too little to eat on her own yet. Sure she had managed just now, but it must have been by the barest threads of luck since the task was really complicated, and so much could go wrong. How would she even get the food into her mouth if Lyra didn’t put it there? How could she know what tasted good and what didn’t, if she didn’t ask Lyra? Bon Bon was relieved that Lyra was there to feed her, and she graciously accepted every hoofful of plants offered to her. It was quite difficult to remember keeping her mouth closed too, and more than once a glistening trail of drool remained on Lyra’s mint green hoof when she drew it back.

“Yuck,” Lyra said, wiping her hoof off in the grass, “aren’t you a messy little foal. Which reminds me.” Bon Bon enjoyed the contact for what it was when Lyra took her into an embrace, and held still when she felt a hoof move down towards her tail. Bon Bon instinctively lifted her tail and felt her heart beat faster. Why was she getting so excited? She had to be checked like all foals, and there wasn’t really any other way for Lyra to find out. Still, Bon Bon quivered slightly as Lyra’s hoof brushed past the tail tape and gently traced the shape of her buttocks through her diaper, curiously poking the sensitive spot in between.

“Nope, all clean back there,” Lyra said.

“Um, why wouldn’t I be?” Bon Bon said curiously.

Lyra had a satisfied grin on her face as if asked the easiest question in the world. “Because,” she said, “foals often go during a meal. Everypony knows that. But if you’re feeling in control of your potty needs right now, you can tell me if you’re wet.”

Bon Bon could only think of one logical way to find that out. She stuffed her forehoof between her hind legs and pressed it into her crotch. On the outside, her diaper still felt fluffy and light, and the inside of the diaper, pressed up against her sensitive skin, was bone-dry.

“I’m dry,” Bon Bon happily reported, before she blinked, “how about you?”

Instead of answering directly, Lyra leaned back and propped herself up on her forehooves, her leg muscles tightening beneath her skin as she spread her hind legs apart, presenting her earth-speckled diaper. Any trace of embarrassment that may have appeared Lyra’s face was replaced by an anticipating smile as Bon Bon immediately stepped forward and touched her diaper.

“Oh my goodness,” Bon Bon said, recognizing the firmness of diaper fluff that had absorbed a small amount of liquid, “you’re already damp! I changed you not an hour ago.”

“Heh, yeah,” Lyra said, scratching her head, “I can’t hold it back so well when I get excited.”

Bon Bon’s face grew hot at the realization of what that meant. “You mean,” she said incredulously, “you peed while we kissed?”

Lyra only grinned broadly in response. Bon Bon wasn’t quite sure why the thought thrilled her so, since Lyra was supposed to be more or less without control right now, and she was only living up to the premise. Still, Bon Bon was suddenly intensely aware just how thick and soft the padding between her hind legs actually was, and how it rubbed her with every movement as she sidled up to Lyra. Her forehoof left Lyra’s diaper and wandered onto her stomach, drawing idle circles as the two lovers looked into each other’s eyes. Even though they didn’t move any closer, the intimacy between them seemed to grow hotter with every passing moment. Lyra still had that charming smile on her face, the comfortably familiar sight mesmerizing with its homeliness. Bon Bon was sitting with her mouth hanging open, unmoving apart from the locks of her mane and tail both bouncing in the breeze. She wished that the moment would last forever, that the tension between them would erupt in an emotional flame, but nothing like that happened and it lasted way too short.

Bon Bon’s eyes shot open as she looked past Lyra. She gasped and immediately fell into a prone position, nervously muttering something. Lyra turned around to see what’s going on.

“Oh please,” Lyra said, “come on, Bon Bon.” There, on the horizon, on the other side of the meadow, a pair of ponies were prancing through the grass, jumping and playing as they made their way toward the forest. Through the rustling of the leaves and the singing of the birds, their ringing laughter could be heard faintly over the distance. They seemed unaware of Lyra’s and Bon Bon’s presence, instead preoccupied with bumping against each other and picking their way through the field. They were just close enough to make out that neither of them had a horn or wings, but the fact that they were two lovebirds would be plain obvious at any distance. The wood-colored stallion, presumably he was the stallion since he was larger, couldn’t seem to break away from his flame, as if their heads were joined by an invisible rubber band. The slim gray mare tried to keep up with her lover’s antics, careful not to drop the picnic basket on her back. Steadily, the two proceeded through the meadow in harmony, their graceful movements complementary, their attentions trained to catch each other should they fall. It reminded Lyra of herself with Bon Bon.

“Look, Bon Bon,” Lyra said to the form cowering beside her, “they are probably heading into the forest for a nice picnic in the shade of the trees. Isn’t that cute?”

The urge to follow Lyra’s prompt to look already rising within her, Bon Bon realized that she shouldn’t be so embarrassed in front of strangers, especially with Lyra by her side. A weird voice inside her head told her to crawl under a rock and hide, to seek the stagnating safety of secrecy that she was so accustomed to, but it just didn’t feel right. She couldn’t really remember any logical reason to hide herself. Why had she even thought of it in the first place? She knew there was something, but it couldn’t be that important right now. In fact, the actual desire to show herself became apparent as determination welled up inside Bon Bon. She wanted to show off what a prim and proper filly she was, how clean and tidy she was being kept under Lyra’s care. That was something nice, something to be proud of, not something she should be hiding while standing behind their own home!

Like a wound spring, Bon Bon jumped upright so violently that even Lyra drew back. Lyra! Where had she gone? Bon Bon crouched down below the grass again. No! Stand up! Bon Bon stood high, only to fall prone again. This time, the habitual reaction that had influenced her behavior was completely gone, the little voice in her head silent, and all that remained was the infantile desire to hide behind the legs of somepony more mature than herself. Bon Bon crawled behind Lyra and sat upright on her haunches to look over her shoulder.

“Aww, don’t be shy!” Lyra laughed, “I’m sure they’re nice ponies. Here, watch this.”

Lyra reared up to stand tall on her hind legs. She waved extensively with both her forehooves while shouting, “Yoohoo! Hello! Hey, over here!” Bon Bon moved out of the way of her excitedly wagging tail. There was no way the other ponies couldn’t see the white triangular shape of Lyra’s bulky underwear in front of her lower belly, which meant there would be hardly any attention left for Bon Bon. With the renewed confidence inspired by Lyra’s shenanigans, Bon Bon also lifted a forehoof and waved with a friendly smile.

The two other ponies stopped and looked around for a moment before they spotted the source of the calling. They both lifted a hoof to wave while yelling greetings in return. Then they trotted off together, proceeding on their way toward their private fun. Just like that, the confrontation was over. Bon Bon didn’t know what she had expected, and the relief she felt seemed superfluous.

“I’ve never seen those two before,” she said to change the topic, “who were they?”

“Probably tourists,” Lyra said, “maybe from Canterlot, or Manehattan. You know how they like to come out here to enjoy some of the rural life. They don’t have nature like this in the city, it must be a real treat for them. They’re probably out for some fun in the trees, too,” she added with a grin.

“I think the grass is fun enough. I don’t know why they packed their own … ooohh,” Bon Bon’s eyes went wide as she caught on.

Lyra snickered. Their own sensuality from the previous moment was gone, and all that remained were more immediate urges. “I’m thirsty,” Lyra said, “let’s go back and drink some lemonade.” Under the rustling of leaves and the crinkling of two diapers, they made their way out of their little clearing of flattened plants.

Getting back to the house wasn’t very cumbersome as the two big fillies only had to retrace the path of destruction that was left in their wake. Bon Bon stepped out of the field behind Lyra, crossed the yard over the patch of dirt and stopped to admire the back wall of the house. It was bathed in the intense golden glow of the early afternoon sun, each little furrow on the surface of the massive logs standing out like a tiny landscape. The house radiated with the warmth of late summer, and she half expected their home to store enough heat to last through any bad weather. The balcony stood out with the complex shadow of its wooden railing. The wooden bench that stood atop was darkened and withered, striking were the signs of the passage of time. When had she last cleaned that thing? The last time they had sat on it and just watched the sky together was so long ago. But they should do it again some time. She was able to do that now. No more hiding from the pegasi overhead. Why had she done that in the first place? It didn’t matter, even attempting to remember the reason seemed to blemish the perfect moment.

Blemished was also the garden, Bon Bon noticed. Between the supple leaves that would soon be home to a rich harvest of vegetables and the juicy blooms of their food flowers, unwelcome weeds reared their ugly heads. Dull green and unpleasant to look at, crooked bushels broke out of the otherwise orderly earth, taking all the nourishment from the ground for their own dry leaves and woody stems, and stealing sun and air from the garden’s inhabitants with constricting vines.

“Lyra,” Bon Bon called, “we have to pull the weeds before the rain or they’ll grow like wild. It’s getting kind of dense here.”

“Pull the weeds. Got it. Here, drink.” Lyra said. She was standing next to the table, one of the glasses floating in front of her, filled with liquid refreshment. Bon Bon wouldn’t even have seen the glow of Lyra’s magical grip over the intense radiance of the sun if it hadn’t twinkled in the glass like little yellow stars. She walked over and planted her behind on the ground, sitting down into her personal pillow, before accepting the proffered item with both her forehooves. Lyra made it seem so easy as she lifted her own glass to her mouth and drank with pleasure and without trouble. All the while, her own glass still wobbled in Bon Bon’s hooves. Whenever she lifted it on one side to keep it from falling over, the liquid would slosh onto the other side and unbalance the whole thing again. Eventually though, the smooth rim found its way against Bon Bon’s lips, and she lifted her hooves to drink deep.

The cool liquid washed down her throat and immediately Bon Bon noticed how hot she had been. With the sun barreling down on them, the lemonade was a welcome refreshment that she could only really appreciate once she actually drank it. The sweet and sour taste of the lemons suffused her and made her sweat, promptly cooling down the surface of her skin. Her ears splayed against her head in an instinctive reaction to a cold that was entirely deliberate, and her tail flagged as her body comfortably tightened with the chill. Only when the glass was almost empty did Bon Bon sense the volume of liquid that sloshed around in her belly, pleasantly filling her and keeping her cool, reassuring her that she would be able to continue playing outside.

Lyra sighed when she was finished and set her glass back among the others with a clank. Bon Bon had already done so and was staring at her intently. Her foal’s sapphire eyes beseeching her curiously wasn’t an uncommon sight. Bon Bon wanted to know what they’d do next, waiting for Lyra to tell her since she was too little to decide for herself.

“I was thinking,” Lyra said, “let’s pick some stuff from the field while we’re here. You know, some flowers or something, before the rain comes. It would be a shame to let the fresh blooms go to waste, and we could dry them for the winter. Maybe we’ll even find some berries.”

“Maybe we’ll find some nuts,” Bon Bon interjected, “there were some back there.” She pointed toward the bushwork close to the garden, a patch of forest they knew to contain some walnut trees, and sure enough, the foliage was speckled with tiny green and brown nuggets.

“Yeah, nuts will be great. Nice catch, filly,” Lyra said, Bon Bon’s face lighting up at the praise, “now we just need a basket or something --”

“Oh! I know! I know!” Bon Bon said excitedly, “I left the basket for the lemons in the kitchen. Let me get it! Please!”

“Alright,” Lyra said with an amused laugh at the childish enthusiasm. Bon Bon shot off back around the shed, and Lyra followed to find out why she was being so giddy. Around the bend, Lyra found her standing in front of the kitchen window, looking on dejectedly.

“It’s locked,” Bon Bon whined, “Lyra, can you open it, please?”

“What, you wanna crawl through?” Lyra asked in jest, but realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. Bon Bon nodded enthusiastically, and Lyra couldn’t stifle a snort. “You’re such a silly filly, you know that?” Lyra said, ruffling Bon Bon’s mane. Her glowing horn clinked against the window that barred their way, but her magical reach wasn’t completely blocked. She had to fish around on the other side of the glass for a moment before she could sense the lock, and then fiddle around with the hook using her inaccurate grasp for another moment. Eventually though, Lyra managed to bump the hook out of the latch and the window groaned open before them.

Lyra’s stomach grew fuzzy on the inside at the adorable sight of Bon Bon trying to clamber up into the window. She was holding on to the windowsill with her forelegs, her tail held high as her hind legs scrambled for purchase. She wouldn’t hurt herself if she fell since the drop wasn’t any longer than her own legs, plus she would land softly on her big padded butt that was crinkling like mad in her struggle. Lyra allowed herself to enjoy the cuteness for a moment longer before she made a move to intervene. She bent down and grabbed one of Bon Bon’s hind hooves with her own forehoof, gently guiding it into a crease between two of the wall’s logs. Bon Bon steadied herself and shifted her weight to lift her other leg. Lyra helped to settle that leg into a ledge again, allowing Bon Bon to slowly climb the wall like a ladder.

When they had progressed until Bon Bon was draped over the windowsill, Lyra found her entire view filled out with the vast expanse of her big filly’s white diapered behind. It wasn’t even with a conscious effort that her muzzle moved forward to plant a warm kiss onto her foal’s underwear. The surface of the diaper was smooth against Lyra’s lips. The diaper had taken on Bon Bon’s body warmth, and it smelled of sweet skin cream and plastic, the unmistakable smell of an infant. It reminded her of her own diaper that sat snugly between her hind legs, comfortable to wear and even more comfortable to use. Only when Lyra pressed her head forward and sunk her muzzle into the cloudy-soft, crinkly fluff could she vaguely feel the contours of Bon Bon’s butt. Lyra wanted to knead it, feel the soft skin yield under the push of her hoof. It was the softness that she had come to think inseparable from Bon Bon. Like herself, Lyra couldn’t imagine Bon Bon to be able to last long without her diapers, and she didn’t want to either. Lyra enjoyed having the big foal in her life as much as she enjoyed having her face and her horn buried in her big diaper, and she would have let the moment go on much longer if she didn’t have to answer to Bon Bon’s complaints of “Hey!” that rung from the kitchen.

“You’re just too cute not to kiss, Bon Bon” Lyra said, drawing back. As much as she wanted to become more intimate with that butt, she decided instead to give it a push and ducked away from Bon Bon’s flailing hind legs as she pulled herself into the kitchen. Soon after, her grinning face popped up in the window. “I love ya too,” Bon Bon said merrily and touched a hoof into Lyra’s mane before trotting off.

Bon Bon found her basket on the kitchen counter. It wasn’t too large, which made it perfect because it wouldn’t be too heavy even if full. The basket was weaved of twigs, but the handle had been sanded smooth so a pony could easily carry it with her mouth. It was an ideal basket for collecting nuts. Bon Bon picked it up and headed for the front door.

“Not gonna come out the same way you got in?” Lyra said, visibly amused.

Bon Bon ducked her head in embarrassment and said, “It’s not as fun as it’s made out to be. Don’t try it.” Lyra’s laughter vanishing behind her, she left the room.

Beside the front door, under the coat hanger, still lay Bon Bon’s saddlebags that she had brought home from the shop. They were light, containing some notes she had scribbled down over the past week, ideas of harmonic configurations, impressions of new compositions of tastes and whatever she had learned during the onrush of pony folk over the course of the week. The saddlebag belonged to adult Bon Bon, and she wasn’t present at the moment. She would appreciate it though if the saddlebag were taken to her workplace in the basement.

Bon Bon nosed under the middle strap of the saddlebags. Adult Bon Bon was better at picking things up too, she noted as the basket noisily scraped over the floor. Eventually the saddlebags settled around her neck and Bon Bon proceeded out the door. The house had aired out with the door open and it felt more like a part of nature than an artificial building, the inside smelling with the same freshness as outside.

Lyra waited in the yard while Bon Bon took a quick detour into the basement. Her hooves clopped down the stone stairs and over the metal grating of the drain before she entered the room. The rectangular patch of sunlight on the floor that fell in through the entrance provided just enough illumination to see. Bon Bon was greeted by the large metal pot in the corner of the room, her private still, which was the only real working tool she kept at home to venture into the fascinating world of tastes, some of the experiments in the past proving successful, and some not so much. The rest of the bare plastered walls were lined with tables, which were filled to the brim with papers, tools and instruments, both musical and scientific, in various states of disassembly. A long time ago the workspace had been separated into an area for Lyra and Bon Bon each, but the former’s turbulent technique of work had quickly led to her clutter annexing most of the available estate. The junk included Lyra’s machete, which lay there amidst a heap of papers, the metal gleaming where she had ground the rust away and its blade blackened where the blacksmith had repaired it. It was an unsightly, crooked thing, far from an effective device for cutting and more of a heavy cross between a sword and a hatchet. Bon Bon couldn’t stand the sight of it, and she tossed the saddlebags to cover it before walking back out with satisfaction.

The wind was slightly cooler outside, and somepony had deposited a first cloud over the forest, probably to pick it up later when the storm preparations would begin in earnest. They still had enough time though since the storm was scheduled for the evening, and it was without urgency that Bon Bon took the basket and Lyra. Off they went, walking along the garden fence, through the tall grass and into the bushwork. Navigating between slim trunks and brushing stray branches out of her face, Bon Bon emerged into the intense smell of the forest, the sharp and earthen smells of festering wood and fresh humus being much more apparent here than in the field. She couldn’t feel the wind, the surrounding leaves blocking it out completely, which they announced with vigorous rustling. The forestscape itself was still a distance away, but the most courageous trees already greeted them this far from the safety of their home, and the ground beneath her hooves turned increasingly away from hard bushes and into branches and leaves the further they progressed. A moment later, they arrived at their familiar patch of walnut trees when a deafening crunch issued from under Bon Bon’s hoof, and she felt something brittle and pointy crushed under her sole.

“I found a nut!” Bon Bon exclaimed. The basket tumbled to the ground. Oops.

“Great work, Bon Bon. Put it in the basket,” Lyra said. Bon Bon’s heart jumped at the praise from Lyra, but she couldn’t resist lifting her hoof and looking at the walnut. Its shattered shell was still mostly green on the smooth outside, but the inside had already dried out and its worming folds had turned stiff and woody. Bon Bon’s curious snout pushed aside the chips to expose the nut’s brittle core. It smelled intensely bitter and the stimulation made Bon Bon’s mouth water. With her tongue she worked over the intricate husk to pluck out her prize. Against her expectations, the walnut was still juicy as she bit down on it, its nutty fluids and bitter oils creating a thoroughly fulfilling aroma that she usually associated with the winter season. She could make a delicious cake with the walnuts or try to work them into candies. That is, adult Bon Bon could.

Presently, Bon Bon busied herself with trying to help Lyra with collecting. Lyra was diligent in her work, moving back and forth gracefully, gathering from the rich harvest with her horn and floating walnuts in ones or twos into the basket every so often. She needed to pay attention to only pick up the good ones and discard the rotten ones, lest they rob a little worm of its home, and to ensure that they would only have the best ones to eat. Bon Bon on the other hoof was mostly rolling around on the ground, kicking her legs into the air and stuffing more nuts into her mouth. She really tried to help Lyra, but the nuts just tasted so good, and it was always amazing when she lifted another cluster of leaves to unearth a congregation of scurrying little pill bugs or slimy millipedes running for their lives. The tree trunks had a fascinating assortment of colorful fungi running up their sides, like intricate little rainbow cities built into the massive landscapes of the tree barks’ vast furrows. The earth wasn’t as smooth as under the clear sky, animals, plants and the weather continuously digging out little holes and hills, cliffs and channels, spilling the earth’s bowels and exposing roots and differently colored ground from times long past. The roots were mostly tasteless, but very juicy with water. Bon Bon’s joyous exploring was accompanied by the woosh of the wind through the nearby treetops and the sounds of the forest animals nearby, foxes and weasels as insistent with their calls as the woodpecker with its pecking and the owl with its whooing. More than once Bon Bon found herself jumping through a wall of leaves to be rewarded with faceful of Lyra’s tail.

“Look at this,” Lyra eventually said, floating up a basket brimming with walnuts, “it was a really good idea to come get these before the rain, or they would’ve gone to waste. We’ve got so many, I don’t even know where to put them to dry.” A lively crinkling caught Lyra’s attention, and she found Bon Bon standing before her and happily wagging her tail. It wasn’t something that she usually did at all, but it was a good indication how much she enjoyed receiving the small praises like a child. Wanting to one up her, Lyra stepped closer and gave Bon Bon a little kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for helping,” she said.

Bon Bon had butterflies in her stomach. She had a huge grin plastered over her face the entire way back to the house. In that moment, everything felt so right. Everything was in place the was it was meant to be. There was a complete absence of any form of acting or pretending between them, no premeditated dialogue or stilted rituals. Lyra and Bon Bon were home, leisurely spending time together, both as true to themselves as could be. As organic and natural as the grass rustling beneath her hooves and the sun smiling at her from above, it was precisely what Bon Bon currently was. She was undeniably and unmistakably a big little filly, carefreely relishing all the fun that life could offer her, joyously laughing together with her best friend and huge crush Lyra as they walked together. She felt safe with Lyra, strong and dependable hooves holding her tight. They could overcome anything together, and neither of them would ever forsake the other. When she was with Lyra, Bon Bon could completely let herself go and relinquish any semblance of control, because she could depend on Lyra with her life. They were at a point where Lyra could never disappoint her, both because she would never want to and because Bon Bon would never let her. They were there for each other no matter what, and Bon Bon found solace in that undisputable fact. Lyra would help her when she needed help, be it to soothe her fears when she was big, or to feed, clean and nurture her when she was little. They were meant for each other. The peace that she derived from the knowledge was pure bliss.

Bon Bon had fallen behind Lyra in their trek through the tall grass. She tried to retrace her own hoofsteps, but they were way too big. Had she really left these tracks? She was too afraid to make steps that big, instead preferring to cautiously walk through the swath that had been left in the thicket, taking at least two steps for every one she had needed in the other direction. It was better to make little steps and be safe than to fall over or lose the way. Where was Lyra anyway?

When Bon Bon rounded the garden fence, Lyra stood in the yard, looking out for her. She had set the basket down on the ground and waved at Bon Bon in a way of greeting when she saw her. Bon Bon hadn’t intended to scare Lyra! She would have to make it up with a big hug.

Bon Bon galloped through the yard, kicking up blades of grass as she headed straight for Lyra. With her eyes going wide, Lyra reared up to catch her, her stammering overtaken by laughter when she realized there was no way to avoid it. “Oof,” Lyra made when Bon Bon impacted into her, and no other sound she made when Bon Bon squeezed the air out of her in a crushing hug. Bon Bon couldn’t seem to get their bodies pressed together close enough, touching their noses together and giving in to the urge to giggle at suddenly being so close to Lyra’s face. Lyra returned the hug and lifted Bon Bon from the ground so they wouldn’t keel over from her enthusiastic snuggling, but keel over they did anyway.

They fell over backwards, Lyra landing softly on her cushioned behind before laying back flat into the grass. She came face to face with a view of Bon Bon sitting on top of her, her chest heaving with unbridled laughter. The tranquility Bon Bon had felt before had erupted into full-blown exhilaration, and every little detail had turned into its own little work of drollness. Lyra’s facial expression when she found herself Bon Bon’s captive was priceless, the way Lyra’s splayed-out tail blended in with the grass below them due to its similar color was deliciously funny, and the fact that Bon Bon was using Lyra as her own personal chair had her in tears with laughter. Eventually she didn’t even need a reason anymore, Bon Bon only laughed for the sake of laughing, free and unbound, only because she could. Lyra couldn’t long resist the mirth. The foalish squeals and giggles that issued from Bon Bon were music to her ears, and they were soon joined by her own. Just the way every foal should be happy, Bon Bon’s face was the embodiment of infantile glee, and it made Lyra thoroughly content in a fundamental way to see her own foal lost in the joy of the moment, her eyes glinting with emotion and her ears swiveling back and forth as she tried to pull herself together.

When Lyra thought the heat of the moment subsided, Bon Bon suddenly bent forward and started smothering the bridge of her snout in sloppy, wet kisses. Bon Bon felt Lyra squirm under the assault, the irresistible stream of giggles this time coming forth from her instead, giving a token amount of resistance with her forehooves against Bon Bon’s sides that wasn’t really supposed to do anything other than to coax her into continuing with the affection. Lyra’s facial fur tickled Bon Bon’s lips with its soft fluffyness, and soon the glistening trail of drool that marked the location of each of Bon Bon’s smooches had spread up the bridge of Lyra’s muzzle and across her brow. Bon Bon eventually laid down on top of Lyra, eliciting another “Oof” from as the unicorn was pushed flat into the grass, and worked her muzzle deep into Lyra’s increasingly disheveled mane. Bon Bon inhaled deeply, taking in the overwhelming aroma of concentrated Lyra, everything she had experienced during the day, every soap and shampoo she had used, her sweat, her food, her body, her essence. Bon Bon wanted it all.

Bon Bon only needed to shift slightly until she could begin nibbling on Lyra’s ear. The surprised gasp in her chest fur only spurred her on as she worked over the chewy rim with her lips, holding it tight several times against the pull of Lyra’s instinctive attempt to lay her ears back against her head. She made sure to thoroughly knead every stretch of Lyra’s ear flap before she buried her snout into the down-like ear fluff, gently pushing and massaging the sensitive inside while Lyra shivered with every one of Bon Bon’s exhales. It was an intimate gesture, one that spoke of unconditional trust between the two partners as both sides enjoyed the immense pleasure that came with the act. They were lost in each other’s affection, a perfect moment that was only possible exclusively between the two partners.

Bon Bon was aware of Princess Celestia’s gentle grace that warmed both their sides from an increasingly flat angle. And she was fine with it. Should the gods watch. She would make them proud by drinking from the well of life deeply and with abandon, honoring their creation by enjoying its pleasures to the fullest. It was with her head held high that Bon Bon called herself an inhabitant of Equestria, the realm of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, and all the lesser gods that populated the planes of the body, of magic, time, emotion and other dimensions yet unnamed. Responsibilities as well as luxuries, she swore she would make the most out of everything she had been given and, snuggling the still-groaning Lyra closer to herself, she silently mouthed a thank you for all her blessings. Thank you, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, for this beautiful world, for day and night, for all the nice ponies that help us on our way, thank you for harmony and love, for letting us open our shop and move into our house, thank you for the nice weather and the rich harvest, for our good food and fine clothes, thank you for the soft pillows and lazy weekends, for books and diapers and toys. And thank you for Lyra.

For the tiniest of moments, Bon Bon could swear that the sun briefly blinked, as if giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder in response. It was all she needed to turn her attention back to her loving wife.

In the meantime, Lyra’s forelegs had found their way around Bon Bon’s body. One of them was draped across her back, pulling them closer together, while the other one had snaked its way under Bon Bon’s tail, firmly gripping her diapered behind. Lyra wasn’t just hugging her. She was cradling her, just like a parent would cradle her foal. Bon Bon couldn’t roll over or slip off, she was immobile, being held completely tight and secure in Lyra’s embrace, and there was nowhere she would rather be. She was so little, so dependent and curious, there was nowhere she could go without Lyra’s guidance anyway. She loved how their soft bellies warmed each other as they were pressed together tightly, and she loved how her diaper was pushed up against her by Lyra’s hoof. Lyra was breathing hard into her chest, and Bon Bon wanted to make her feel as good as she herself felt.

Bon Bon’s muzzle went on a voyage through Lyra’s mane, past forests of tickling hairs and rivers of sweet fragrances until it arrived at the base of her towering horn. She took the horn between her lips and gave it a long and hearty smooch. Lyra’s moans were reduced to quiet whimpers as her form quivered under Bon Bon, but the way Lyra pulled her hips hard against her own told her to continue. She extended her tongue and slowly dragged it up the entire length of Lyra’s horn from the base to the rounded tip before she settled on casually nibbling on the horn’s top half. Bon Bon was intimately familiar with the shape and size of the spiral furrow that spanned the entire horn, unique to Lyra as was every unicorn’s, and the horn played on Bon Bon’s senses with its unusual surface feel, harder than cartilage but softer than bone. It wasn’t long though before the mundane surface awakened, and Bon Bon took pleasure in beckoning forth the pulling, sparkling sensation from Lyra’s horn, somewhere between the feeling of a weak electrical current and a fizzy drink stimulating her magical sense, as Lyra built up an arcane potential raw and lacking of purpose, herself lost in the heat of the moment.

Bon Bon’s heart raced in excitement. She was being naughty, she knew that to be true if she were any bigger. But she was only a little foal and didn’t understand the concept of naughtiness yet, and nopony would fault her for curiously exploring what she could do with her own body. It was the same reason why she had been put into a nice diaper, because nopony faulted her for not knowing how to use the potty yet. Bon Bon bucked her hips and pressed her crotch into Lyra’s. Through her own still dry and relatively uncumbersome diaper Bon Bon could feel that Lyra’s diaper had developed quite a mushy volume between her legs. It wasn’t surprising, Lyra had said that she wasn’t very good at holding it back, and the diaper had only served its purpose of soaking everything up when it had dribbled out. Still, going into your diaper felt really good and Bon Bon felt a pang of envy that Lyra was having all the fun, but it was quickly replaced by bubbling excitement when she remembered all the lemonade that they had drunk. Bon Bon became aware of the distant need to pee and she was giddy to prepare doing it the foalish way. If she could just spread her hind legs a little further --

“Hi girls! It’s me!”

Intruder.

Bon Bon was deposited onto the lawn as Lyra scrambled out from under her, panting heavily as she hastily wiped the spittle off her face. That voice was familiar, lighter in pitch than Bon Bon’s but warmer in tone than Lyra’s. It belonged to their upwards neighbour, and sure enough, there was North Wind, smoothly gliding down from the direction of her cloud home in an arc so wide and subtle that it could have only been born of a pegasus’ natural reflexes.

“Hey Lyra, I read it,” North Wind called out as she landed elegantly in the yard, “I read the book you gave me, I can’t even begin to describe how amazing it was, I almost fell off my cloud yesterday when I -- oh my goodness!” The book fell out of her open mouth onto the ground as she froze. It was because Bon Bon knew North Wind had always gotten a hard time for being the only pegasus on the Weather Team who wore glasses, she was shocked at herself when she had to swallow a biting remark about her eyesight. Where had all this anger suddenly come from? At another pony, nonetheless? It wasn’t becoming for a good filly to be resentful towards other ponies, and Bon Bon wanted nothing more than to be the best filly possible, both for Lyra and herself. ‘Intruder’? What had planted that word into her mind? North Wind didn’t intrude, she was good company, and a quirky and fun pony to be around.

“You read Detective Keenscent? Isn’t he just so super cool?” Lyra said with a dreamy voice as she trotted over. With a speed that had always been both scary and impressive to Bon Bon, North Wind’s demeanor changed into bubbly excitement again, a lively grin on her face as she joined Lyra in her enthusiasm and burst forth, “He is the super coolest, no doubt about that. There is no other super hero who is as awesome as him. He’s strong and handsome, but can you believe what a soft heart he has? I almost cried with him when he thought his dog was sick. And he’s so courageous! He always catches the bad guys. I couldn’t believe it when he climbed the mountain with only a knife and a rope …“ Lyra continued, “... and when he calmly drank his coffee while holding on to the underside of the airship, and then …” They both finished together, screaming like school fillies, “... he kicked the bad guys off the moving train!” The two friends exploded in giggling laughter at that.

That’s what North Wind was, a friend. Lyra’s coat was green and North Wind’s was blue. Lyra was a unicorn and North Wind was a pegasus. North Wind’s mane was also white like Lyra’s strand, but unlike Lyra’s own mane, which always wanted to become part of her face, hers looked like it was always being blown back by an unfelt gale. It didn’t matter that North Wind wore thick, white-rimmed glasses that made her eyes look bigger, or that Lyra wore a diaper that crinkled with every of her steps. They were friends having an easy time, and none of their differences mattered. Why should they?

North Wind’s face fell as quickly as before. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” she said, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything. I just wanted to quickly come by to bring back the book, but I didn’t see that you were … well, um. You know.” She picked up the book.

Lyra waved it off with a hoof and said, “Hey, no harm done. You know you can visit any time you like. It’s no biggie, right?” The question was directed towards Bon Bon, and a shadow of worry crossed Lyra’s face. No biggie? Of course it was no biggie. It was less than a biggie, and that stupid voice in the back of Bon Bon’s head had better understand that. It was that toxic little presence within her consciousness that kept insisting something was wrong. She should be ashamed of her infantile affection toward her caretaker Lyra. But why? She was a little foal, she needed lots of love and she wanted nothing more than to love back. She should hide her embarrassing diaper, she had no reason to wear one. No reason? On the contrary, she was so little that she was still dependent on her diapers. Shouldn’t she bolt off and hide in the safety of the house? Bon Bon was starting to get annoyed with the voice in the back of her head.

“Sure,” Bon Bon said, standing up casually with her poofy butt aloof, and Lyra was visibly relieved. “Do you want some lemonade? We made a bunch.” Bon Bon offered, pointing toward the table.

“Lemonade?” North Wind said, squinting in the indicated direction, “Actually, yes, that would be nice, with the weather work coming up. But I really don’t want to intrude. If you want me gone, just say it.”

“You’re not intruding,” Lyra insisted, “like I said, you’re always welcome to visit, if you don’t mind the way we’re dressed. Besides, now I’ve got somepony to talk about Detective Keenscent with.”

“Of course I don’t mind, you can do whatever you like in your home,” North Wind said, glancing at both of their diapered behinds. To Bon Bon’s satisfaction, neither of them flinched. “Besides, there’s not really anything all that unusual about it, right?” North Wind added, sticking her tongue out in jest, before turning and making her way to the table, making the other two ponies giggle.

“Why is he called Detective Keenscent anyway?” Bon Bon asked as they walked.

“Oh, that’s because he never loses a scent once he picked up on it,” North Wind said, “and that’s both figurative and literal. He’s a good detective and manages to solve every single case they give him, but he’s also got a really good sense of smell. There was one case that was in the swamp. Lyra, do you remember that? He had to track down a bunch of crooks who had their hideout there. Can you believe he could smell their scent over all the garbage? Like I said, he never lets the bad guys get away, although it was really close in that other case, … ”

Before they were even settled down in the chairs, North Wind had already gone off on a tirade about her favourite literary hero’s amazing abilities, his book laying mundanely on the ground beside her. The relatively one-sided conversation went on without Bon Bon due to her lack of knowledge on the subject, Lyra offering sporadic comment or helping out with a forgotten detail while she poured the rest of the lemonade into three glasses and hoofed them out between them. Bon Bon busied herself with holding her glass in both hooves and slowly nipping at it, contentedly ignoring the screaming protests of the malicious sprite in her consciousness against her public display of foalishness.

However still, after Bon Bon’s glass was empty, there remained one hurdle in her way, barring her from doing much of anything aside from sitting still and observing the two mares in their dialogue. How would she continue in her role as a filly with another pony present? She wanted to snuggle herself against Lyra, or to jump up and go chase butterflies, or to suck on her hoof, or do anything that a foal was wont to do. But she couldn’t just go ahead and do it, since her behavior could alienate their good friend. Bon Bon was still a foal through and through, but it was exactly for that reason that she wanted everypony around her to be happy, and that included treating North Wind with the respect and decency she deserved despite her own desires. How would she react? Even though the world was still colorful and curious to Bon Bon, even though her hooves were still clumsy and she still needed a diaper, Bon Bon was realistically aware of the situation she was in. What she had said and done so far were all minor details that an outsider could see past, and the last thing she wanted was to get anypony hurt when she tried taking it further. How would she even approach such a topic?

Then, unbidden and unexpected like a gleaming symbol of salvation, Lyra’s recent promise came to her mind. Lyra would help her if she was stuck in a dilemma. All these questions and concerns, they didn’t have to be hers alone. Lyra had insisted again and again that Bon Bon should should come to her and let her help, but only now did it become obvious what that actually meant. It wasn’t an ephemeral promise that Bon Bon should save up until times were dire. It was a practical offer for situations like this, one that she should feel free to take up whenever there was a need. Lyra would be there for her.

As the conversation went on, Bon Bon caught Lyra’s eye. What did she think of the situation? Could she help her? Still under North Wind’s verbal assault, Lyra raised a brow at the inquisitive look. It was only a moment though before the change in Bon Bon’s demeanor made Lyra realize the nature of the request. Their two pacifiers still lay on the table beside the tray, hitherto forgotten until approached by Lyra’s forehoof. And then, amazingly, Lyra effortlessly fulfilled the promise of salvation. It wasn’t amazing that Lyra was simply being Lyra, because that was a common trait of hers. Lyra was simply amazing. She just asked.

“Hey, North Wind, just a quick question,” Lyra interjected during a pause, holding up the white pacifier by its handle, “do you mind if we continue playing while you’re here?”

North Wind eyed the pacifier before she caught on. “If I mind?” she said, “No, of course I don’t mind. Please, you can do whatever you want. I told you, it’s your home. I’d feel horrible if you had to act weird because of me. Don’t make me feel horrible.”

“Good,” Lyra said, “because Bon Bon here really likes her paci, and she sometimes gets cranky when she doesn’t have it. Open up.” Lyra held the pacifier to Bon Bon’s face, and Bon Bon followed the directive, allowing the pacifier to be pushed between her lips. Immediately a reassuring comfort descended upon her like a warm blanket as she relaxed her jaws around the rubbery softness that filled out her mouth. It was a pleasure to easily work her teeth and lips around the gentle rubber nipple, and Bon Bon felt the plastic shield bounce against her muzzle as she half-consciously started suckling, joyously basking in the satisfaction of pulling the nipple into her mouth and letting it relax again.

North Wind gasped, her eyes wide. “That is so droll!” she exclaimed, “I’ve never seen anything so cute! This pacifier is just golden.” She reached out to Bon Bon’s face with a forehoof and playfully flicked the pacifier’s little plastic handle around. It was outrageous. How dare she touch her during this sacred ritual. This was none of her business, Bon Bon should keep her shameful desires a secret. North Wind was an intruder and should see no weakness on Bon Bon’s side. What if something went wrong? What if she had been mocking her all along? Don’t you want to be safe, Bon Bon? Better keep it a secret than to be exposed and vulnerable, right? Bon Bon?

It was at that point in time that Bon Bon had had about enough of that stupid notion in her head, constantly trying to make her nervous and rob her of her happiness. She relinquished all semblance of control and gave herself up completely to her foalish instincts. With butterflies in her stomach, she let a huge grin spread around her pacifier, and a foalish squeal escaped her lips at the the feeling of a pony playing with her muzzle, petering out into the happiest infantile little giggle. Instantly, North Wind melted before her with an expression speaking of utmost delight, exclamations of “Awww!” and “That is sooo cute!” mixed into her gentle chuckling as she watched Bon Bon simply be her cute self.

Just like that, the spiteful voice in Bon Bon’s head had been snuffed out. Bon Bon had denied it the right to exist. She was in control over the matter of not having control. They were a happy family, and the voice’s teachings born of anger and fear had no place in their home. Every lingering memory of its last desperate attempts to vie for Bon Bon’s attention vanished, and in that moment, she couldn’t be bothered doing it the final honor of remembering why she had been so anxious and afraid in the first place. Bon Bon knew she wasn’t that foal in the meadow, which she had so desperately fantasized about for such a long time. She never would be, either. And that was fine. Because she was, and would forever be, so much more than that. She was Bon Bon, Lyra’s loving wife, the mare who ran the candy shop, who was sometimes friendly and sometimes reserved, but always tried to be respectful towards everypony and always tried to help anypony that asked. And she was Bon Bon, Lyra’s big little filly, who explored the world in her own way and enjoyed all of its wonders small and large with her full attention and her eyes wide open, who loved laughing and giggling and making other ponies smile, and who wanted nothing more than to bestow everypony with the same affection that she so much loved receiving. She was Bon Bon. And it felt good.

Bon Bon relished the soft contact with the other pony, and she realized she had started rubbing her nose against North Wind’s hoof. North Wind just held silent for a moment, smiling at her with all the tenderness that an infant deserved, no doubt slaking her curiosity about the adult foal in the process. But that was fine. Bon Bon enjoyed it nonetheless.

“These pacifiers are amazing,” North Wind eventually said, withdrawing her hoof, “they’re just like a foal’s, only big. I mean a little foal’s. I mean … um, you know what I mean. Where do you get them anyway? Who would make these?”

“Well,” Lyra explained, “you’re aware of the plastic overproduction that’s been in the papers for a while now, right? They sold the pacifiers a while ago at the medical supply store, by the hospital. Apparently some ponies are getting really desperate to come up with new products to sell with all the plastic they have.“

“But that’s not something you’re complaining about, right?” North Wind said with a sly grin, and they joined together in laughter. Friends having an easy time.

“I wonder if they’ll invent new foal toys too though,” North Wind said, “I mean not that it’s relevant for me. I haven’t found the right stallion for that yet, as you know. And I’m not one who can be invited to a sleepover easily, unlike some of my colleagues, if you catch my drift.” Bon Bon didn’t. But the way Lyra’s mouth slowly widened into a saucy grin, there had to be something that caught her interest. The smugness was written plainly on North Wind’s face. “You didn’t hear that from me,” she started, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper as if somepony might be listening in, “but I heard from a friend, who heard from another friend, that Flitter has her eye on a new stallion.” “Really?” Lyra gasped, “I thought she said she’d had enough of stallions for a while.” “Wait, wait, it gets even better. Word has it that he’s an earth pony!” “No way!” “Yes way! I mean, I’m not sure I’d date an earth pony myself, because, yeah sure you can get a cloudwalking enchantment done, but still, it’s such a hassle I would think. And Flitter, she loves flying. What’s up with that? I don’t think she’s the only one though. I mean you know how these new-fangled relationships are, the declarations of love always becoming more extreme. Come to think of it, word’s had it for a while now that … “

And there they went again. Bon Bon for her part was content to just relax in the sole company of her pacifier. Lyra was like a sponge for fresh gossip, which was just as well, because Bon Bon didn’t care for it much, and Lyra was more than ready to relieve her of her share. Bon Bon brushed a lock out of her face. The wind had picked up, and the sunlight was now increasingly muted by a soft filter of humid air that made the sky appear slightly bleaker in the shade of blue that it had carried earlier. The air felt somehow more alive than before, running with a kind of subtle electric charge that everypony seemed to suspect whenever there was a storm coming. It reminded Bon Bon of her dream.

Now that Bon Bon’s body had entered a state of relaxation, the need to relieve herself, that had only been an inkling previously, returned with full force. Not only that, but because she was sitting on a chair, a position that was naturally comfortable for peeing, it was fiercer than ever, and still growing at an alarming rate. Bon Bon didn’t really want to have her attention turned away from her pacifier, the rubber nipple of which currently was providing the most exquisite sensory experience to her curious tongue, and as such, she only half-paid attention to her urge. She was just a little foal right now, and somewhere in her subconscious, she already knew that it meant she would end up just wetting into her clothes until she was empty anyway. But she was safe in the knowledge that it was expected of her, and for that reason Lyra had put her into a diaper of appropriate thickness, so that the experience of peeing would be as comfortable and hassle-free as possible for her. Bon Bon remembered that she had been looking forward to it before, and she found herself looking forward to it now as well.

Her body was diligently working to relieve itself, and Bon Bon just let it happen. She knew that she had muscles to hold it back somewhere inside herself, but she didn’t even make an attempt to try to control them, in part because she knew she would fumble anyway, because foals just weren’t very good at that, and partially because she simply didn’t want to experience the discomfort associated with holding it in. She was sitting in so much of the ample, cloudy-soft fluff of her diaper that she couldn’t even feel the hard surface of her chair. It was her personal sitting pillow that accompanied her wherever she went, and, as always, it was easily more than enough to soak up whatever amount Bon Bon could possibly produce. If it couldn’t handle it immediately during the fact, the soft, frilly leak guards that ran entirely around her legs, from the inside of her thighs to the sides of her hips and back, would keep it inside the crinkly plastic underwear so the pulp could soak it up later. Either way, Bon Bon was free to let it happen in the way that was expected of a foal.

And so, Bon Bon, still munching contentedly on her pacifier, started piddling into her baby panties without any attempt at resistance in the slightest. The first trickle felt hot against her skin, but immediately vanished within the fluff under her butt, and the thick padding had no problem soaking up what came out after that for a while. Bon Bon felt the relief she enjoyed so much that always came when she let it out, and it was amplified a thousandfold only from the fact that she could let herself go into a diaper, the most comfortable and relaxing situation that she could imagine for doing her business. Slowly she felt the warm puddle spread underneath her, as expected with the amount she had to pee, dousing her sensitive skin and her buttocks in the hot liquid. Of course it was no real puddle, it just felt like it when the diaper, as thick and bulky as it was, couldn’t take it in all at once and it soaked into Bon Bon’s fur instead.

When Bon Bon shifted, she suddenly realized what had felt off the entire time. She was still sitting leaned forward. No wonder she couldn’t pee right, because, as a consequence, her body was upright and holding itself shut under its own weight. Bon Bon was quick to rectify this circumstance by leaning back against the chair and spreading her hind legs to shift her weight onto her hindquarters. Instantly, a shiver ran down her back as the relief exploded inside her with a new intensity, her body now urinating freely. It was a delicious feeling to be able to just let it come out unimpeded, and Bon Bon found her breath shaking at the enjoyable sensation. Naturally, it hadn’t been the most elegant of maneuvers, and as a result, her skin was tightened and squished together between her legs. The pee tickled as it came out of her and broke up into an uneven drizzle splattering all over, as Bon Bon was showering the inside of her diaper and her entire crotch with the warm fluid. It danced over her skin as it ran down her body on its way into her diaper’s absorbency, leaving her skin wet and her coat thoroughly soaked. But it was okay, because Bon Bon was a foal, and foals didn’t really know how to pee without making a mess of themselves. That’s why her diaper was so large, and fluffy thick even where she didn’t obviously need it, to be prepared for any eventualities of this sort. It was almost funny, actually, to see the dark yellow-ish pee stains appear at the front of her white diaper, as if she was a little colt. But she was a filly in reality! Bon Bon couldn’t suppress a silent giggle.

“So you haven’t read it?” North Wind asked. Bon Bon’s questioning look told her that she hadn’t been paying attention. “The book, I mean. Detective Keenscent.”

“No,” Bon Bon replied around her pacifier, “I haven’t read it. Lyra, can you read it to me sometime?” The other two broke out into an adoring laugh at her childish reply, and Bon Bon just grinned, relishing the feeling of being the center of attention. She could make the ponies around her so happy just by being her little self, and she would take the chance whenever possible. After receiving praise for being cute and the promise to have the book read to her, the conversation drifted away from her again.

What was doubly amazing to Bon Bon was the sensation of talking to somepony else while still freely going tinkle into her thick underpants. The act of relieving herself required so little effort from Bon Bon that she had all the leisure in the world to do other things in the meantime. She was free to talk to her friend or suckle on her pacifier while still being safe in the knowledge that everything was in order. In fact, Bon Bon only really realized that she had still been going the whole time when she noticed that she felt empty, and the last drops of pee tickled her as they ran down her skin. She marked the end of her endeavour with a little sigh, and that was that.

Her diaper now hung between her legs fat and soggy, expanding ever so slightly, with a crinkle issuing forth every few seconds at most, as it soaked all the excess urine away from Bon Bon’s skin and distributed it across the entirety of its pulp. Her personal sitting pillow was now hot and wet, but since she was too little to clean herself, it would remain fastened tightly around her hips, the sodden bulk securely caressing her butt and her intimate parts with a surface that was still comfortably soft, though now slick with her own warm pee. All that was no concern of Bon Bon’s though, for she had finished her part in the infantile deed, and everything else would be taken care of for her eventually. All she had to do now was to wait and have fun.

The others had stopped talking about either the book or the romantic escapades of the local townsfolk and had turned instead to the more mundane topic of their work. Lyra was going on about her instruments, her most recent contributions to the experimental field of arcane acoustics, and the invitations she kept getting from renowned institutions to teach her unique methods, which she only accepted sporadically because of how important lazing around at home was to her. North Wind elaborated on the responsibilities of the local weather works, and how often they needed extra help due to the hardships in effectively coordinating weather patterns with the surrounding areas, those uptight mathematicians in Canterlot only being able to deliver inadequate solutions to model the chaotic nature of the weather. Bon Bon had stuck Lyra’s empty glass over her snout, and she was alternating between sheer amazement and uncontrollable giggling at the popping sound whenever she pulled it off again. She couldn’t really muster any interest in the grown-up talk, she was too little for that right now. The reassuring presence of the strong voices having a conversation over her head was very pleasant, but they were using long and complicated words the meaning of which she couldn’t quite recall right now. The way the glass sparkled in the reddened early evening sun was absolutely captivating, and she still kept discovering new things about it. Bon Bon learned that the clink of glass against plastic meant that she had missed her face and had bumped into her pacifier instead. She also realized why the others didn’t join her in the amusing activity, the ring of wetness that had formed around her muzzle from the remains of the lemonade in the glass was really uncomfortably cold when touched by the wind.

“ … and, with all the talk about work, I think I need to be going now,” North Wind said, “we’ll be really busy here soon. And I still need to clean my flight glasses, you can’t believe how fast those things get dirty.”

“Sure,” Lyra said, “We gotta pull the weeds anyway before the storm starts. No, I haven’t forgotten, Bon Bon,” she added with a smirk. Her eyes fell on the basket of nuts that stood on the ground close to Bon Bon. “Hey, do you want some walnuts?” Lyra continued, “We got way too many anyway, our pantry is kinda full.”

“Sure, that would be nice,” North Wind said, squinting at the basket, “walnuts are always handy in a pinch.”

“All right,” Lyra said, “I’ll find a bag or something, hold on.” Lyra stood and walked into the basement, Bon Bon and North Wind observing her as she crinkled her way down the stairs.

“Must have been really intense, collecting nuts,” North Wind said with an inquisitive look, “Look at all that earth on her flank. Say, do you girls have your diapers on a lot?”

“Um, yeah … Uh, I guess?” Bon Bon stammered. The blatant question had caught her off guard, and North Wind must have realized as much, offering an apologetic smile.

“I know it’s none of my business,” she said, “I was just curious, and I thought I’d just ask because it’s not really a secret anyway, right?”

“Not a secret?” Bon Bon inquired, “What are you … ah. You’re talking about the diaper dumpster, right?”

North Wind nodded and said, “Yup. I wondered why you had one for a while. I knew you couldn’t have adopted a foal or something because I would have seen it. Or that somepony had become really sick. I just guessed around a little, and it was kinda obvious. It’s not like this kind of thing is unheard of, right?” She smiled. “But I’m really glad you let me know for real after all. Now I won’t have to catch myself daydreaming the craziest things about you two.” Her smile fell, and she furrowed her brow. “ ... or do I?”

A sly grin grew on Bon Bon’s muzzle. She was feeling bold. “Hmm,” she said, “Who knows? Say, North Wind, have you ever actually been in our basement?” North Wind was silent, looking on nervously. “Did you know that some ponies like to dabble into forbidden magics?” Bon Bon continued slowly, “And where better to store impure artifacts and strange arcana away from prying eyes than in the basement?”

North Wind jumped a little when a shuffling commotion issue from the basement. “There are some things that aren’t meant for the eyes of ponies to behold,” Bon Bon said in a low tone, “some secrets that are best never unearthed. Some things are just too dangerous for the uninitiated.” A low grumbling came from the basement that only Bon Bon recognized as Lyra’s muttered swearing. North Wind was now sitting very still, her wings half-extended and her eyes wide.

Bon Bon lowered her voice even further, leaning forward, and whispered, “Some dark rituals are performed with words spoken in strange tongues. And when the last glyph is drawn, and the stars align, themselves reveal unspeakable things from the other side of reality --”

She was interrupted by the sound of a hundred pencils clattering to the floor. Her pencils. “Lyra!? What are you doing down there?” Bon Bon called. Not a second later, Lyra’s head popped up from the basement entrance as she merrily trotted up the stairs, a cloth bag floating behind her. “I was finding an empty bag,” she explained. Bon Bon wanted to say something, but North Wind was howling with laughter beside her. Bon Bon tried to resist, but found herself giggling uncontrollably, if only at Lyra’s confused face.

“Oh boy, you got me good,” North Wind said, wiping a tear from her eye, “Dark rituals? Strange arcana? What kind of books do you read? I can’t believe I fell for it, even while you had a darn pacifier in your mouth! Lyra, your filly is crazy,” she added.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Lyra nonchalantly said while pouring some nuts into the bag.

They soon rose to make their farewells, and North Wind went to take a glance into the basement, offering a muttered comment about ‘the invention of cluttermancy’ when she came back out. She thanked them for the nuts, grabbing the bag with her mouth, and went to cross necks with Lyra, the common form of greeting between two familiar ponies. But when she stepped up to Bon Bon, she rubbed her cheek against hers instead, like one would do to an infant. Bon Bon realized it was the first time somepony other than Lyra had really treated her like a foal. It felt way more mundane than she had always imagined. Maybe the weight of the moment would settle in later, but for now, Bon Bon was content to just enjoy the little contact as they exchanged an easy smile. Off North Wind went, jumping from the ground and flapping her wings to rise in a wide spiral towards her cloud home. They watched her vanish in the altitude.

“Bon Bon, you wet your pants,” Lyra stated. Only she could look so smug while saying those words.

“Hey!” Bon Bon drew herself up in fake exasperation, “So maybe it happened. What about it? I’m sure you did too.”

“‘It happened’, huh?” Lyra countered, “If I did, at least I wasn’t a jumbling, panting mess during the fact.”

Bon Bon’s neck hair stood on end, her pretended embarrassment collapsing into reality. “It couldn’t have been that obvious! Did she notice? I mean, I’m sure I did nothing that could have indicated …” Bon Bon’s voice trailed off as Lyra tried to hide her snickering behind a hoof, but failed spectacularly at the sight Bon Bon’s glare and she snorted with laughter.

“Nah, I’m sorry, you weren’t any different from normal,” Lyra said, still trying to contain her mirth, “I guess I just noticed because you’re my foal, and I’m supposed to notice these things. I’m also noticing that you have lemonade all over your face. Let me wipe it off, come here.”

“No.” Bon Bon huffed, drawing back from the approaching hoof, “I like having lemonade on my face.”

“Don’t be silly, come on,” Lyra said, but when Bon Bon drew back even further from her hoof, she realized it was like telling water not to be wet.

She lunged for a grab, but Bon Bon ducked out from under her. “You can’t catch me!” Bon Bon squealed, and she bolted away from Lyra, her mane and tail billowing behind her as she screamed with laughter on her mad getaway. Lyra needed not a moment to chase after her, immediately taking up pursuit to catch her fleeing captive at breakneck speeds.

In reality, it wasn’t much more than a slightly hastened trot, Lyra giving Bon Bon enough time to keep up the illusion of escape as she watched the big filly with the bouncy mane adorably waddle before her with the sodden bulk against her butt. It was plain obvious to her how much Bon Bon enjoyed feeling her soaked diaper sagging between her hind legs as she moved, and Lyra simply didn’t have the heart to interrupt her delighted giggles. Thus the furious pursuit took them around the yard, along its border through the increasingly wild grass that was invading from the meadow, jumping into the field proper and bursting out again when they got bored of the progress slowing down to a crawl, through the patch of soft earth that stuck to their hooves, past the shed, to the oak tree, around the oak tree, past the shed again and to the garden gate. Bon Bon was barely panting, but she still had the time of her life, wagging her tail as she laughed towards the sky.

She was smiling, Lyra was smiling, everypony was smiling. It felt so liberating to be able to just be nonsensical for the sole reason of feeling like it. The freedom to just be foalish, not only to herself, but also to the ponies around her. They had always said the world was hers to grasp, but there was a truth much more pivotal than that, namely that she was free to do it her own way. To realize her full potential, but at her own pace. It was fine to take as much joy in the little accomplishments as the big ones. It was okay to take a break from the struggle for a normal outward presentation for a while. Nopony really cared all that much. It simply wasn’t that big of a deal. Just like Lyra had said. How could that pony keep making so much darn sense?

Bon Bon was livid, their silly little chase practically sending her bouncing on her hooves with giddiness. The fresh, increasingly cold air tasted delicious in her nose, and she found herself looking forward to the garden work now to satiate her drive. However, something entirely else came up and barred her from rushing into the coltish activity, demanding immediate attention. She was reminded of how it had been quite relieving when she had gone tinkle before, but now she became aware that there was an entirely different fashion of fullness to her stomach, one that had become obvious as her sportive games had stimulated the natural motions within her body, which in turn had worked themselves to the point where a conscious action of Bon Bon’s was required. Though the urge was familiar and innate to all ponies, it still struck Bon Bon as very raw and immediate, and it enticed her with a promise to elevate her diffuse bodily relief into a rewarding wholesome completeness should she take care of it. Everypony, no matter how big or little, had to take a moment of their time to properly fulfill the need, and Bon Bon recognized it for what it was, she knew what she had to do. She had to go number two.

She visibly deflated before Lyra, her ears flat against her head, her tail tucked tightly between her hind legs, and she turned around to face her. “Lyra,” Bon Bon whined, “I have to go potty.”

“Good,” Lyra sighed at the mention of the familiar word, “I was almost worried there for a moment. You know foals aren’t supposed to stay continent for as long as you did. I’d expected you to do it way earlier today, when we had lunch.”

Bon Bon waited for Lyra to continue her explanation or to tell her what to do, but nothing came. Why was she just staring? Bon Bon didn’t have that much time, it was a pressing topic.

“Um, Lyra?” Bon Bon said in a small voice, “Can … can you go inside with me?”

“Uh, no?” Lyra said, “I don’t wanna go inside. I’m staying here.”

Panic welled up in Bon Bon. “But I don’t want to go away from you!” she exclaimed, louder than necessary, “I want to stay with you!” She couldn’t leave Lyra’s side. She would be all alone!

“Why do you want to go inside then?” Lyra said. Bon Bon blinked, opened her mouth, closed it, and blinked again. She had to go inside to do her business, didn’t she? She had always done it like that in the past. But why had she done that again? The reason wouldn’t come to her right now. In fact, she couldn’t think of a reason at all. Where was the logic to it?

Lyra watched the confused filly fidget in front of the garden gate. She was being adorably thick right now. Lyra sat down into the grass, her spirit light with an excited warmth at Bon Bon’s display of complete dependence, and she couldn’t help smiling as she realized she would have to explain how to be a little foal to her.

“Okay, listen up,” Lyra said, “are you a big pony or are you a little filly?”

Bon Bon’s face lit up immediately. She knew the answer to that one. “A little filly,” she happily exclaimed behind her pacifier.

“Are you wearing clothes for big ponies or are you wearing diapers for little foals?” Lyra continued.

“Diapy!” Bon Bon said, wiggling her behind with a crinkle.

“Okay,” Lyra said, “so do foals have to take their diapers off when they go potty?”

Bon Bon giggled. “No, silly Lyra,” she said, “the potty goes into the diaper. Don’t take it off.”

Finally they were getting somewhere. “And does that mean foals have to go somewhere specific when they have to go…?” Lyra said, letting her voice trail off to hopefully lead Bon Bon on. She watched the gears turn in Bon Bon’s head, Bon Bon standing still concentrating before her face slowly lit up in realization.

There was a way she could have both! “Oh! I know!” Bon Bon said excitedly, “Lyra, can I stay with you and go potty here, please?”

Lyra laughed quietly, the display of infantile comprehension way more amusing than it had any right to be. “Of course you can, silly filly,” she said, “you’re just a little foal, and that means you can go potty whenever and wherever you like. You don’t even have to ask.”

Bon Bon gasped, her eyes wide. “That is soooo cool!” she breathed.

She was grateful that Lyra was always there to help her with her dilemmas, and with her problem solved, she could finally turn her attention to what she had to do. The first thing was to make herself comfortable, and Bon Bon turned her side to Lyra to face the fresh breeze head-on so it wouldn’t push her over. Listening to her primal instincts, she then let her behind drop low, arching her back as she crouched with her hind legs, to assume the ‘potty position’ that was a common sight with all infants. And for good reason too, as Bon Bon could immediately feel her inner tensions ease and the movement relaxedly picking up, her body’s efforts to empty itself greatly supported by her posture. It naturally spread apart her butt cheeks beneath her tightened diaper, exposing her sensitive skin to the soft and moist inside. She realized that she had never lifted her tail out from between her legs, and it now rested on the ground beneath her behind. There was that delicious feeling of being naughty again. Her heart beat faster as she ignored her instincts’ warnings to pull away her tail as it became very real what was about to happen.

The urge at the forefront of Bon Bon’s consciousness started giving way to a whole new dimension of burning relief when she didn’t hesitate to let herself comfortably begin pooping. She immediately became lighter in her mind, her sense of freedom empowered as not a single worry, doubt or hindrance intruded on her enjoyment of the pleasurable act. The soft volume came out of Bon Bon smoothly and evenly, and she just let it happen, goosebumps spreading on her skin, from her legs to her neck, as she quietly savored her body’s primal rewards for taking care of its needs.

Suddenly, the urge explosively intensified and all movement stopped as Bon Bon’s body met with the resistance of her clothing. This meant that it was her turn now. It was common knowledge that, as they had established before, bigger ponies and fillies didn’t wear diapers and went into the toilet or, in the case of the smaller ones, into a potty. Bon Bon, however, was too little for all that, and, like all foals, she was supposed to push it into the seat of her underwear. Unlike going pee, this usually wasn’t easier than the big ponies had it. Because her body alone wasn’t strong enough to overcome the restricting presence of her tightened diaper, it usually fell to the foal to consciously finish the deed.

Bon Bon carefully repositioned her hind legs, making sure that she kept her stomach relaxed as she shifted her limbs, to make herself stand as comfortable and undisturbed as possible. She drew in the fresh air deeply and held her breath, and then she steadily pushed into the urge. Slowly the movement picked up and Bon Bon greeted the overwhelming sensation of completely emptying herself once again. The warm mass made itself apparent on her backside as it strained against the diaper, gradually tenting it outwards, before being pushed back and flattened gently against her skin. A soft puff escaped through Bon Bon’s nose, and she paused for a moment to catch her breath, panting softly, before she took in another breath and gently tightened herself in another enduring push. She forced more of the warm mush into the seat of her baby panties, pressing the soft volume on top of what was already there and spreading it into the available space. It was very smooth against her skin as it filled out the crease between her buttocks, the warm mass snugly covering her body in a way that was not at all uncomfortable. It continued to increasingly expand its embrace on her butt as Bon Bon felt herself rapidly become empty, and it had spread close to the base of her tail when her diligent efforts finally concluded.

From Lyra’s point of view, the entire ordeal would have seemed almost disappointingly imperceptible. All that really happened was that Bon Bon took up her cute little ‘potty position’, and then she adorably scrunched up her snout as she strained, occasionally huffing and puffing with the effort. Nothing happened for a few moments, and then the contours of Bon Bon’s buttocks vanished as the seat of her diaper was filled out to a full, smooth roundness, the slightest of crinkles to be heard with the diaper’s subtle movements. With that, she was basically finished. The whole thing hadn’t even taken a minute.

For Lyra, however, the act held an entirely different, special kind of significance. It was heartwarming to see Bon Bon be so unrestrained and carefree, entirely immersed into her little world and never afraid to laugh and to giggle and to do what made her happy. Lyra cared for her best friend a lot, and that was, as she realized with a beating heart, not only in her role as a loving wife. There was something else, something more fundamental, that carried Lyra’s elation and raised it to an entirely new height of intensity, fulfilling her to the core of her being. Lyra had long ago realized that Bon Bon knew to stimulate her maternal instincts, which was especially true when she was being especially little, such as right now. Lyra felt the drive to protect, to hold and to comfort, to nurture and to empower her little Bon Bon, and it delighted her boundlessly whenever the big foal graced her with that completely depending trust that was so unique to her. Because that was who she was. Bon Bon was factually an infant at the moment, there was no doubt about that, but that was only half the truth. More importantly, Bon Bon was Lyra’s infant, her charge and her blessing, and Lyra would not trade anything in the world for her place in the role of Bon Bon’s caretaker, in the place of the mother she didn’t really have and as the loving playmate that would forever lend her company. It didn’t matter that they didn’t have many close relatives, and it didn’t matter that they wouldn’t have any offspring of their own. They were a real family, the bond that held them closely together shining so pure and unblemished that it would never be broken, and their affection so genuine that it would inspire happiness into anypony that crossed their path as they marched on with their heads held high.

It hadn’t always come so naturally though. Still images from times long past came to mind to contrast the current pleasant occasion. Bon Bon had cried a lot in their apartment when she had to distance herself from her home. The fashion in which she had subsequently always gone out of her way to resolve any conflicts and to make sure that Lyra’s life was in order had been deeply touching. Lyra had been so grateful for the help, Bon Bon always being a beacon of calm order in a sea of chaotic confusion. Unsurprising to Lyra, there had been no hesitation along the way when they had grown closer together, and a life in which they would be separated from each other had quietly slipped out of the realm of possibility over the years, to become a thing of the past, and never to return in the future. Bon Bon had struggled so much to even begin admitting her private desires. She had been shaking with embarrassment, stumbling over her words, when she had first managed to express her secret fantasy of actually using a diaper instead of just wearing it, and it had felt like a weight lifted from Lyra’s shoulders to realize she could do something to help mend the wounds that had caused so much hurt to Bon Bon’s soul. The least she could do was to vow that she would free Bon Bon of all her insecurities regarding her intimate passions, and she never stopped fulfilling that promise even to this day. It was with pride that her heart beat in her chest as she regarded Bon Bon before her, following a foalish logic to perform a foalish activity without even the most minute hesitation and with complete and utter confidence in Lyra’s ability to make her feel like everything’s alright.

That, and watching a remarkably regressed Bon Bon poop into her diapers while suckling on a pacifier like an infant out under the open sky was also simply really hot. Lyra hadn’t even noticed when her forehooves had found their way to her crotch, but she was suddenly very interested in the surface properties of her own moderately wet diaper, and she couldn’t stop kneading it just now.

“Ahhhhh…” Bon Bon made as she finally let out her breath, and skillfully caught her pacifier with her teeth before it could tumble out of her mouth. Not this time! She easily stood upright again, feeling thoroughly satisfied and light as a feather. Lyra had been right, she should have tried doing this earlier, seeing how effortlessly and comfortably she could move now with the unnecessary tension gone from her stomach. She lifted her tail out from between her hind legs and tried wagging it experimentally. Even that movement was easy as pie, though the tail tape of her diaper was pulled down with an increased weight, as was the diaper around her hips, for that matter. It was nothing she hadn’t anticipated though. Bigger ponies had to do all these annoying things when they went potty, like having to go somewhere in particular before and having to get rid of it and clean themselves after the fact. Bon Bon was more than happy to be her little self and not have to bother with any of that stuff. However, like all foals, she faced an entirely different issue now that she had relieved herself. There was a warm mass of poop being held snugly against her butt, and it made itself known with every single of her movements with its sheer volume and weight. Bon Bon would just have to deal with it the best she could, and that mostly meant just trying to ignore it. Besides, it didn’t feel all that bad. When she took a few tentative steps forward, the soft mass didn’t do much of anything at all really, apart from being lazily squished around by the movements of her diaper. Actually, it was kinda cool. Bon Bon knew that foals usually didn’t much enjoy being messy, but the tingling excitement she felt growing inside of her once again was more than enough reward when she defied that sentiment. Another few easy steps forward, and a silly little hop. Yeah, this was definitely cool.

Without any particular reason at all, Bon Bon walked a little half-circle, and came to a stop by the haphazard pile of garden tools. They had been so neatly ordered a long time ago, but the collection looked so much prettier now. Wait. The garden. They had to do something with it, but what was that again? Better ask Lyra. Where is Lyra, anyway? There she is! But why is she checking her own diaper? With both hooves, nonetheless? Lyra could be so silly sometimes.

Bon Bon bounced up to Lyra, a huge grin behind her pacifier. “Hi Lyra!” she exclaimed.

Lyra jumped, her previous activity completely forgotten as her vision was suddenly completely filled out with earth-speckled cream coat, cobalt and pink locks, and the unoccupied end of a white pacifier. “Heya Bon Bon,” she stammered.

“Wanna check my diaper too?” Bon Bon merrily asked. Before Lyra had a chance to answer, Bon Bon spun around on the spot and bowed down, raising her butt high into the air and practically shoving it into Lyra’s face. Lyra desperately tried to get her panting under control, and it was only by the barest threads of restraint that she just gave a soft slap to Bon Bon’s cutie mark, eliciting a cute little squeal.

“You want me to check your diaper?” Lyra said, “I think I already know that there’s something in there, am I right?”

Bon Bon turned her head to look back at Lyra in her half-prone position, dragging a loose blade of grass along with her chin. “I don’t know, silly,” she giggled, “that’s why you have to check!”

Lyra’s hooves had stopped shaking, and she could think more clearly again. That was good. It wouldn’t have done to end their fun just now. A sly grin played across her muzzle.

“Very well then,” she said, “I’ll get ya checked. Let’s see here.” Lyra lifted her hoof to Bon Bon’s diaper from below. The insides of her thighs were distinctly warmer than usual. Bon Bon was just unbelievable! No matter how little she was, she was still thinking about that one thing.

“Hmm… there’s quite a lot of wetness in here,” Lyra stated as she squished Bon Bon’s soggy diaper front around a bit, “in fact, it feels like you didn’t hold back even a single drop. I’m pretty sure you’ll need to be wearing diapers for a long time yet, Bon Bon.” Bon Bon squealed in delight, and Lyra could see her practically melt with the words. She was enjoying this little silliness way too much. Lyra had to extricate her hoof from the protests of Bon Bon’s now tightly pressed together legs before she could continue her game.

The crinkles of her huge diaper were barely louder than Bon Bon’s own little moans as Lyra examined the smooth bulge under the bloated, yellowed plastic surface. It easily gave under her hoof when she applied pressure, and the dent remained when she drew back. Lyra grabbed the bulge from below and pushed it upwards against Bon Bon’s behind, before she let go and it sagged down again inside the diaper. Bon Bon’s entire body shivered.

“Yup, it’s just like I suspected,” Lyra said, “you’re messy, Bon Bon. Actually, you’ve filled your diaper to the brim. I don’t think you even need to dream about using the potty like a big filly at this point. In fact, looking at this, I would be surprised if you were ever out of diapers at all.” Bon Bon shakily whimpered, and it was music to Lyra’s ears. As much as she would have liked to continue though, there were more pressing matters at hoof. “Speaking of which,” Lyra said in a more serious tone, “would you mind staying in this diaper for a little while longer? We should really get started pulling the weeds now, and I don’t have time to --”

Bon Bon immediately jumped upright and spun around, her eyes wide. “Pull the weeds!” she exclaimed with giddiness in her voice, the question completely ignored, “That’s what it was! Can I push the wheelbarrow? Please?”

Lyra was way too perplexed in the sudden change of demeanor to give something other than a small “Sure.” She needed to stop expecting anything less than the most extreme silliness from her filly when she was regressed. It really shouldn’t have surprised her so.

Bon Bon bolted off towards the clutter against the house wall to begin extracting her favourite tool. Unsurprisingly, the endeavour didn’t bear much fruit without Lyra’s guidance. Bon Bon’s way was barred by a bunch of garden rakes with varying numbers of remaining teeth that had fallen over at some point. Some made of wood and some of metal, they lay in a messy arrangement on the ground before the hallowed wheelbarrow. Bon Bon stood momentarily confused, but Lyra’s heart skipped a beat when she made to lean over the blockade and reach out to the edge of the wooden cart. Lyra’s brief panic was unfounded however, as the big foal’s interpretation of ‘leaning forward and reaching out’ turned out to consist of stretching her neck a little and flailing in the vague direction of her goal with a forehoof. Her hoof didn’t even come close to her toy, and Lyra couldn’t help snickering at the adorable image as Bon Bon fidgeted with indecision.

“Lyraaaa…” Bon Bon whined, “can you help me please?”

“I’m here, Bon Bon,” Lyra said, still chuckling under her breath, “let me handle that before you get yourself hurt. Here, I’ll prepare the wheelbarrow for you.” She grabbed the rakes on the ground with her magical grip and pushed them out of the way one by one, careful to tuck the pointy ends safely into the corner where nopony would tread. Bon Bon stomped her hooves with amusement at the funny banging noises when Lyra eased a little spade and a hedge trimmer out of the messy arrangement, sending the jumble of wood and metal clattering against itself. She tossed them into the wheelbarrow, which somehow had ended up positioned smack in the center of the junk pile, the sound of impact much softer inside the withered wooden tray. Then she grabbed the wooden bow between the handlebars with her horn and walked backwards, noisily pulling the rumbling wheelbarrow’s chipped and uneven, yet somehow still intact, wheel over what lay on the ground, and onto the smooth grass. The bow had been intended to allow a pony to pull the contraption behind her, effectively converting it into a cart that couldn’t roll away with its wooden legs. Lyra’s method wasn’t at all how it was meant to be used, but it had sufficed for the brief voyage. Finally, Lyra unclasped the bow and tossed it back into the junk pile, leaving the handlebars free for pushing. Only Celestia knew how her silly filly could derive so much fun from the hunky old thing, but it wasn’t like she was complaining. “Here you go,” she said, presenting the item to Bon Bon, “No idea why you like it so much, but knock yourself out.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than Bon Bon was already rearing up on her hind legs to brace herself against the handles. She had been ogling her prize all along and was anxious to get pushing. “Because it’s fun,” Bon Bon said by way of explanation, absentminded as she patiently waited for Lyra adjust the positions of her forehooves to ensure proper safety, “it always wobbles around and you have to make sure it doesn’t fall over. And you also have to find a good place to park it. Everypony needs the wheelbarrow to be in an optimal position.” Why did she stumble over those last two words? They weren’t that complicated to pronounce. Lyra’s close-by snickering could only mean that she agreed with the assessment.

A nudge on her back sent Bon Bon pushing, and she just couldn’t stop giggling as she sent the old wheelbarrow into creaking movement before her, rumbling and clattering with a hilariously loud ruckus over the almost completely smooth and even ground. The wheelbarrow immediately started leaning over on one side as it was navigated through the grass, causing Bon Bon to spring into action and right it with a deft shift of her weight and pull of her hooves. Surprisingly however, Bon Bon found herself swaying back and forth at least as much as the wheelbarrow, if not more, and it wasn’t only because of her efforts to compensate for the heavy thing’s movements. With her upright posture, walking on two legs, she felt her bloated diaper sag considerably under her crotch, the soft bulk constantly caressing the insides of her thighs and forcing them apart. Her body had instinctively adjusted to the voluminous hindrance between her legs by widening her stance, effectively reducing Bon Bon’s attentive stride to a careful crinkling waddle. Still, she was slowly making progress, and she redoubled her efforts as Lyra pushed open the garden gate before her, clearing the way for her to perform her vital, and complicated, task.

When Bon Bon crossed the threshold fenced area, the soft grass beneath her hind hooves gave way to the crunching sensation of dry earth. It was good that the garden would receive ample irrigation from the climate soon since Lyra and her never really watered it much more than necessary, and some of the plants listlessly hung their leaves to show their distaste with the soil that was more dusty than optimal. Still, the garden was Bon Bon’s little pride, the meticulously developed and cultivated synergy of produce laid out such that there was always some manner of delicious ripe treat ready throughout the year while the other plants were still growing. Right by the entrance, a long row of tough tomato plants stood regal parallel to the house wall, held high into the air by long wooden sticks which served as support for the plants as they held their heavy and stiff leaves protectively over the hundreds of green little pearls that would become juicy red tomatoes within weeks. This arrangement was the only real geometrical shape in the layout of the garden, for it had quickly become apparent that the plants would find their own suitable space for growing once initially planted, much to the chagrin of the two ponies, who always had to trim back the expanding vegetation to leave room for walking in between. The most space was taken by a further construction, with a more arbitrary shape, of branches and rope in the center of the space, which held dense curtains of peas and beans, with little green and yellow pods so thick they would probably be ready for harvest in days. The corners of the garden towards the street were filled out by the huge leaves of cucumbers and pumpkins, and even though they could do fine in the spot that lay in the shadow of the house most of the day, they still pushed each other through and over the fence to conquer more free space from the defenseless front lawn. The adjacent side of the fence wasn’t even visible under the dense shrubbery that were their berry bushes, grown on the side closest to the forest because they were resistant to its harsher environment of spores and insects, the thick brush offering at least a modicum of protection for the more fragile vegetation. The pointy branches of the berry bushes were mostly bare, the season for their sweet and sour fruit being more in the direction of winter and spring, the opposite of which was true for the dense carpet of woody vegetation that filled out the remaining space in an uneven patchwork of different greens. Those plants bore their harvest under the earth instead of above, roots which Bon Bon knew were already fat and juicy and ripe for eating. They were her favourites because she could grow so many of them in very little space and because she liked all of their varied tastes, from the sweet red beet over sharp radish and hearty carrots, juicy celery, spicy parsley to the sour onions and the more aromatic garlic and leeks.

It was the far end of the root vegetables where Lyra was leading her as Bon Bon diligently pushed the wheelbarrow to keep up. The flatly packed crust of earth under her hind hooves quickly broke up as she stepped away from the entrance, the dusty earth she kicked up noisily spraying against the underside of the wooden cart and creeping into Bon Bon’s coat. While the itch from the dust on her skin was more curious than outright unpleasant, she still wondered how Lyra had run around all day with her lower half basically covered in dirt. Bon Bon could have sat down and tried brushing the earth out of her coat with a hoof, but it wouldn’t be very effective, and she was terrified of the thought of having to figure out how to go and wash herself alone, so instead she quickly scurried over to the little free space by the red beets where Lyra was beckoning from.

“I’m here,” Lyra said, “you can take this patch here and I’ll take care of the beans. Come over and I’ll show you what you have to do.”

To figure out the optimal placement for her wheelbarrow, Bon Bon spent the entirety of five seconds before concluding that she had already put it in a good enough place right beside where she would be doing her work. She let go of the push handles and dropped back down on all fours before she trotted over to Lyra, who strangely enough was grinning down at her more than the otherwise relatively boring plants would justify.

“All right,” Lyra said, “first thing you gotta do is sit down here.”

Bon Bon immediately let herself fall onto her butt, barely even aware that she was following Lyra’s directives with a self-evidence as if there was no other course of action. That is, until her butt landed in a warm, squishy pile of horse apples. Bon Bon stiffened momentarily, quietly contemplating the weird sensation as she sunk into the soft mush and it adopted the shape of her body, before she received a soft and gentle awakening kiss on the cheek. It was from the snickering Lyra, and Bon Bon was happy to see her, for it made her remember that she was supposed to ignore the state of her underwear until Lyra took care of it, no matter how strange the feeling was and how the soft touch made her chest bubble with excitement.

Lyra grabbed the little spade from the wheelbarrow and floated it handle-first to Bon Bon. “Here, take this,” Lyra said, “but be careful with the pointy end.” Bon Bon was well aware that she was proficient in doing gardening work, and usually she would be the one explaining things to Lyra, but she found it kind of hard to remember at the moment and she was more than happy to follow Lyra’s reliable guidance as a little reminder. She took the spade and Lyra drew her attention to the flat and dark green patch of red beet.

“See all this stuff?” Lyra said, kicking the leaf of a spindly dandelion that was between the nice juicy roots, “You gotta get rid of it. You have to dig out all these weeds with their roots, and then toss ‘em. But just be very careful while digging, don’t hurt the red beets. Remember, we still want to eat those.” The movements came naturally to Bon Bon. Of course, she was often regarded a talented gardener, the envy of many a similarly inclined pony, always with her plants a little greener and always enough harvest to share. But all that didn’t make the slightest difference when she eased the blade into the ground and pushed it down like a lever, amazement in her eyes as the earth crumbled away from the offending dandelion, revealing its mesmerizingly intricate network of thin roots that it used to siphon away vital nutrients from their crop. It occurred to her to just eat the plant, but it didn’t actually appear very appetizing upon a second look, the stems were too thready and leaves were wrinkly and dry, it was quite a crooked thing all things considered. Plus, eating it would mean that Bon Bon would have to take her pacifier out of her mouth, and that was not something she was currently interested in. Thus she half-turned around and skillfully chucked the weed into the wheelbarrow with a well-practiced throw. At least, that was what Bon Bon pretended had happened, ignoring the faint yellow light that steered the misguided projectile into the cart proper as she let out a foalish little squeal of victory.

“Just like that, Bon Bon, you’re doing fine,” Lyra said, nuzzling the side of Bon Bon’s head, sending her shivering both from the joy of receiving praise and from the intense pleasure of the physical contact. “Now just do the same thing with the rest of the field,” Lyra continued, “and we’ll be all set for when the rain comes. If you need anything, I’ll be around with my little friend here.” Bon Bon had always been amazed by Lyra’s fascination with heavy cutting tools as her filly playmate retrieved the huge metal hedge trimmer from the wheelbarrow. With an almost murderous lust in her eyes, Lyra happily trotted forth and vigorously began her grotesque work of reducing the population of creeper vines that threatened to take their beans into a constricting stranglehold. It was evident after only a few moments that the nefarious plants stood no chance against Lyra’s mighty weapon of vegetation warfare.

Enough of that, Bon Bon had a job to do. The second dandelion was quickly found concealed under the leaf of a beet, but it was a small one, and she could scrape it out of the dirt with a hoof before tossing it approximately into the cart. The next of the weeds that she found close by wasn’t a dandelion at all, but a little fern, and it proved to be a more fickle affair to uproot the thin and flat plant without having it fall apart. She was eager to perform her duty with care and diligence, and as soon as all parts of the fern had been dispatched into the direction of the wheelbarrow, Bon Bon was already attentively seeking the next target. It was a thoroughly captivating activity, the thrill of the hunt driving her on to outsmart her prey, to read its tracks in the subtle way the earth changed in color and texture whenever there was a weed hiding nearby, and to predict its likely hiding spots by putting herself into the mindset of a plant and imagine where she would try to hide herself. Still, the grim work never got too grim as Bon Bon had amused little giggles escape around her pacifier more often than not. The thought of being a plant was just too ridiculous.

All too little time had passed when the locale around Bon Bon was free of weeds. The beets around her seemed to sigh gratefully as they stretched their leaves into the newfound freedom of their tidy lands, and Bon Bon reached out to pet one of the plants. There you go, little guy, you don’t have to be afraid of all those pesky weeds ruining your day anymore. However, the fun had only begun, and Bon Bon got up to crawl deeper into weed territory. Here, further away from the walking path, the crops grew taller and the weed menace was more numerous, but it was nothing a brave adventurer like Bon Bon couldn’t handle. The daunting task before her had her full attention, and she was prepared this time when she sat back down onto her behind, not even bothering to pay any mind to her diaper as she just let it squish its contents across her rump while she occupied herself with more important things. There was a big dandelion, smack in the middle between two carrots, boldly out in the open sky, and it took quite an amount of careful digging and leveraging before Bon Bon could edge the resisting plant out of the ground and declare herself the honorable victor of the duel.

The spade cut into the earth, innocent little insects scurried away to safety, deplorable plants were brought to justice, honest crops cheered her on and Bon Bon shuffled through the earth to keep the logistics rolling. The thought of being a plant herself soon didn’t seem all that otherworldly anymore. Bon Bon found herself increasingly talk to her subservient little vegetable friends, but she also found not only her hooves, but her entire legs progressively gain a color identical to that of the earth underneath. She had soon stopped trying to shake off the clumps of dirt that seemed to desperately cling to her coat, since they would return very soon anyway. Once she even grabbed something sneaky slithering through the dark earth only to find out that it was a dirty lock of her own tail. She also quickly abolished the notion of trying to throw the refuse into the wheelbarrow, her inability to hit accurately was only circumstantial, and instead nosed up the discarded plants and carried them to the cart in the small numbers that she could fit over her muzzle.

The area was cleaned up very efficiently, and Bon Bon was grateful that she could rely on the total security of her diaper, allowing her to divert her full attention to the task at hoof while being safe in the knowledge that everything else was taken care of, and she would be fine no matter what happened. Obviously the diaper had seen quite a bit of usage, a fact that was most palpable to Bon Bon herself, but she found that she actually didn’t mind that much. What had started as a casual disinterest towards the squishy shenanigans the diaper kept performing under her tail had soon grown into an outright enjoyment of the soft sensation. She couldn’t really do anything about it anyway since she was too little for that, so she might as well indulge. The more she walked to and fro the vegetable garden, the more she stood up and sat down, the more she stretched herself and crawled around between leaves, the more that joyful excitement she had felt in her chest coalesced into a very real electrical tingling in her belly. Suddenly, the pleasurable feelings of moving around in her own messy diaper forced itself upon her awareness with a clarity so intense that she had to stop from time to time and take a few moments to get her thoughts back on track. Though her diaper was drooping heavily towards the ground, the sodden fluff between her hind legs still sat snugly against her sensitive skin with its awesome softness, because it was bloated to such a volume that it completely filled out any available space within the plastic underwear. And though she wouldn’t have admitted it, the squishy mush on her backside actually turned out to feel so interesting, there may or may not have been an instance in time when Bon Bon just sat down and gleefully bounced around on her butt for a little while to enjoy the fascinating feeling.

As much as she tried to convince herself that she was a big brave adventurer exploring the little jungle and fighting the good fight against the weeds oppressing the native crops, the illusion of being ‘big’ faded rather quickly. She was still diligent in removing the harmful plants from the living space, but while she pretended to tread securely and roam the lands with a discriminating glare, in reality Bon Bon toddled playfully around the garden with a huge smile on her face, free of any burdens other than the spade in her hoof and the rapidly dwindling amount of space in the wheelbarrow. The garden became increasingly cleaned up as the weed infestation was all but pushed back to its last lines of defense, but the fun never seemed to stop. When Bon Bon arrived by the leeks, she had found so many more things she could be other than only a boring old explorer. Here, she carefully walked on her hooftips, a regal hawk soaring high through the skies while keeping her sharp eyes trained on the landscape below, precisely spotting any interlopers that dared invade her lands. There, she dropped down onto her stomach and shuffled around on the ground from the point of view of a little insect, the thick canopy of the tiny jungle closing in over her head as she dragged her chin through the earth, ever vigilant to keep watch on her territory for any ecological imbalance.

Lyra would have sighed at the job well done, but her jaw was locked open by the huge bunch of vines in her mouth. It didn’t stop her from stomping her hoof in satisfaction though, their plentiful vegetables now left free of any creeper ranks in the wake of her efforts, and the last of the piles of creepers cut into manageable pieces gathered into her mouth. The hedge trimmer her floating companion, she made for the wheelbarrow to dispose of her refuse. The garden was tidy and orderly, a sight that was so uncommon it was almost unsettling, and, as she approached the wheelbarrow, Lyra could see that Bon Bon’s half had undergone the cleansing transformation too, though there was no trace of the big foal herself to be seen. Lyra bent over the cart and spit her cargo into the tray, covering the impressive pile of greenery already in there with her stringy ranks. She had to stick out her tongue to spit out all of the nasty gunk that remained in her mouth, but the brief unpleasantness was worth the time she saved by not having to properly carry the stuff over in small batches. She was eager to get finished, already comfortably exhausted from the hard, but fun, work as the hedge trimmer followed the vegetation into the cart. The same was probably true for Bon Bon, judging by the furrows in the ground and how the greenery was spattered with earth. It must have been quite the adventure.

“Bon Bon?” Lyra called, “Are you here?”

As if on cue, a menacing rustle went through the root plants. The thick underbrush moved, forced apart by a dirt-speckled curly tail standing into the air, like a shark on the trail of its prey sliding smoothly and with purpose through its familiar waters. And the shark was trained straight at Lyra, heading for her with a ravenous precision that made her take a cautious step backwards. The fluffy predator didn’t relent though, and the rustling increased to an alarming volume as the movement approached the edge of the vegetable patch. Lyra steadied her hooves and braced herself for the inevitable impact as the plants before her parted to reveal her incoming doom.

With a huge commotion and roaring with laughter, out rolled the bundle of joy that was her little Bon Bon. She wasn’t a mess only because of her seemingly uncontrollable giggling that had her spasming on the ground and the corners of her eyes sticking with crumbs of dirt. As the hollering filly came to a halt lying on her back before Lyra, it became increasingly apparent that she was covered from head to hoof in an almost impressive amount of earth, her fur frazzled with grime and dust while big clumps of fresh dirt hung in her mane and tail. It was amazing that she could even move with the extra weight that hung heavily on her body. There wasn’t a single spot left on her coat that displayed her usually pristine cream color, and the shining pinks and cobalts of her mane and tail were reduced to the deep dark shades of brown and muted by the layer of dust clinging to her entire form. Bon Bon amusedly kicked the air with her legs, and her diaper exhaustedly crinkled with her movements. The fat and soggy thing was still valiantly holding onto the hyperactive foal’s rump, but it was discolored, stretched and wrinkled, and obviously so thoroughly soiled, it wouldn’t be able to endure much longer. And despite all that, regardless of all the dirt, grime and filth, Bon Bon was beaming with happiness, her huge smile practically screaming how content and peaceful she was in her little world, and the adorable sight made Lyra’s heart melt in a mollifying warmth, because it was the feeling that all foals were deserving of, and she wanted nothing less than only the very best for her little Bon Bon.

“What in… How did you…” Lyra stammered at the little angelface by her hooves, her attempts to restrain her own giggling only half-successful, “Sweet Celestia, how did you get so dirty?”

“I’m an ant!” Bon Bon exclaimed without missing a beat, and the matter-of-factness with which she gave the nonsensical answer was all it took for Lyra to completely succumb to her mirth and burst out in a laughter to match Bon Bon’s own. On the side, she took the spade out of Bon Bon’s hoof and deposited it in the wheelbarrow, barely aware that it was her maternal intuition telling her to keep the sharp edge a distance away from her infant whenever possible, before Lyra touched her nose to Bon Bon’s and they just laughed freely into each other’s faces, cheering and fuelling each other’s joviality with their display of genuine simple humor, Lyra making funny faces and Bon Bon chortling and spluttering without restraint for what felt like an eternity way too short.

Bon Bon’s eyes were starry with glee, and Lyra could feel beads of moisture standing at the corners of her own eyes, as their frivolity finally had to give way to the vital needs of thinking and breathing, and the two fillies were left panting hard for fresh air, unwaveringly admiring each other’s beautiful faces. The smooth surface of Bon Bon’s white pacifier shield gleamed bright red in the evening sunlight that came in at a steep angle, but it was nothing compared to the dazzling radiance of those breathtaking golden eyes that kept Bon Bon captivated with their infinite depth. Lyra had stepped above Bon Bon at some point, their bodies aligned as she looked down at her very own little foal’s face bathed in an expression of pure bliss, her mane splayed out on the ground underneath like spiralling fireworks, and her brow glistening with dirty sweat as she just stared back.

There was no way Lyra could have resisted the magnetic pull of her affection toward her beautiful lover. She easily lowered herself until she was lying on top of Bon Bon, and eagerly embraced her big filly with her hooves, pressing her soft body against her own and snuggling her with all that she could give, belly to belly. It was a little scratchy as their respective shares of dirt mingled between them, but that was completely drowned out by the overwhelming silkiness of Bon Bon’s cushy tummy, completely occupying Lyra’s senses as she lost herself in the world of doughy warm softness held securely in her grasp. Lyra’s face tingled all over as they rubbed their cheeks together, Bon Bon’s hot panting breath in her ear, but the way the heat was building up between the two mares, it was plain obvious that the gentle contact wasn’t enough for either of them.

“Nnnnnh,” Bon Bon complained as there was a tug on her pacifier, and, more by instinct than conscious decision, she held onto the rubber nipple with her teeth. The soft comfort had become like a natural part of her mouth, and it was unthinkable to be separated from it for any reason whatsoever. Or at least, so she thought.

“You’ll get it back soon, Bon Bon,” Lyra said, “I promise. In the meantime, I have something better for you.” Partially from the calming effect of the soothing words spoken by the most familiar voice in the world, and partially from Lyra’s pursed lips suddenly looking very inviting as she lowered her head in close, her frazzled light blue and white mane funnily standing away in several directions, Bon Bon suddenly found herself convinced to temporarily give up her pacifier after all, and very quickly at that.

The pacifier floated out of Bon Bon’s mouth, revealing the fur frizzy and moist with drool around her mouth and on her chin, but only briefly as Lyra immediately pressed her lips against Bon Bon’s in a hot kiss. A moment passed in which they only held still, quietly basking in the intimacy of their unification, before Lyra felt her heart hammering in her chest and the tingling from her face spread over her entire body. And then the two fillies started making out in earnest. Lyra pulled Bon Bon close and cuddled with her madly, unwilling to relinquish possession over even a single iota of her soft body. Her mind screamed at her to do nothing but touch, grab, poke and feel up her gorgeous wife in any way that was possible, and even though that was exactly what Lyra was doing, it never seemed to be enough. She clung to Bon Bon’s body with any limbs she managed to remember having, her hind legs clasping Bon Bon’s hips, feeling skin and soft plastic on one side and the plush mass of a tail that had somehow snuck in there on the other side, her forelegs entangled in Bon Bon’s mane as she gently held up her head and her neck, completely immersed in a queer mixture of long hairs, dry earth and blades of grass. Lyra felt Bon Bon panting around her muzzle as she kept kissing her with a fiery passion that left her numb to the world around them. The inside of Bon Bon’s mouth was slick with all the excess spittle left behind by the pacifier’s presence, which only made it all the easier for Lyra to turn her head to get a better surface area on Bon Bon’s carnal lips, and to smoothly play their tongues around each other as she tried to advance ever deeper into her muzzle.

Bon Bon slung her forelegs around Lyra, overtaken by the burning desire to return the hug and snuggle into her as closely as she could, as one of her hooves squeezed Lyra’s midsection against her own, while the other hoof grabbed Lyra’s tail close by its base and held onto it tightly as she pulled it towards herself. Lyra just shivered at the tail-pull and panted a little harder as she proceeded to have her way with Bon Bon’s muzzle. Bon Bon’s entire world was teeming with Lyra, was overflowing with Lyra, her senses utterly inadequate to handle all of the Lyra that imposed itself upon them. Bon Bon completely gave herself up and lost herself in all the impressions of Lyra that flooded her mind, the sensuous bliss as Lyra explored the hypersensitive inside of her mouth, the smell of Lyra’s mane mixed with the sweat in her coat and the earth on her hooves, the sounds of Lyra’s scorching breath as it danced over her cheeks and of the plastic covers of their diapers crinkling frantically against each other with every one of their movements, and the feeling of their bodies pressed close together, of Lyra’s heartbeat against her own chest, of Lyra’s warm belly squishing and moving against her own. Bon Bon loved rubbing tummies together, the silken texture of Lyra’s soft belly fur constantly gliding without effort up and down against her own tingling skin, spreading Lyra’s thoroughly fulfilling body warmth into her own being, shutting out the world around her and captivating her in the perfect comfort of being held tight against an all-encompassing expanse of supple softness.

At this point, Bon Bon was unable to do anything to follow the screams of her most primal instincts that blotted out everything else in her head. The excitement she had felt exploded into a blaze of full-blown lust that flared out from her underbelly, and she tensed up, pulling Lyra in even tighter as she upped the pace of the belly rubbing, arching her back and fiercely returning the kiss as she frantically looked for ways to intensify her sensory overload. Her hoof let go of Lyra’s tail and moved lower, grabbing hold of her thickly padded hindquarters. Lyra’s diaper had expanded considerably but was still mostly substantial, telling her that she had lost a moderate amount of fluid over the course of the day with her difficulties to hold it in. Bon Bon was so grateful to have somepony else who was also unable to go like a big pony and therefore had to use her pants as a potty. And that wasn’t to take away from any loneliness or embarrassment like it may have been a thousand years ago, but it was because it brought Bon Bon happiness without bounds to be able to share the mind-bogglingly awesome experience with another pony who loved it as much as she did. It was true that they had different reasons for being in diapers. Bon Bon was too afraid to go to the big pony toilet alone because she didn’t know how to use it, and she was way too little for anypony to teach her anyway, so instead she had just embraced the comfortable alternative that had been provided to her and happily pushed it all out into her big and soft diaper that would reliably act as her own personal and hassle-free potty wherever and whenever she needed it and, indeed, she desired it. Lyra on the other hoof simply couldn’t be bothered tackling the daunting, strenuous and, ultimately, utterly superfluous task of learning how to control her own body, and although she was already a little filly instead of a mere infant, she still let her rump be wrapped up in a thick and safe diaper very much like a little foal, and whatever she didn’t push into her thirsty underwear out of sheer laziness she let come out on its own accord throughout the day, readily dousing her fur in her fresh warmth no matter the occasion, whether they were eating or playing or talking to their neighbour or even kissing. But regardless of the reason, it was plain obvious in the end that both fillies immensely enjoyed wearing their diapers and all the wonderful sensations that came with it, the bulk between their legs, the fluffy soft inside against their skin, the sensation of using their diapers for their intended purpose, the intimacy of being cleaned and changed into fresh diapers, the feeling of the smooth plastic under the soft touch of a hoof.

Bon Bon was unable to resist following the spark of climactic gratification that guided her through the chaotic blaze of excitement which had taken hold of her, as she secured her hold on Lyra’s glorious butt and pulled it in close, tightly pressing their crotches together. Even though she could barely feel anything at all through the obscenely bloated mass of her diaper that completely enveloped her sensitive parts, the distant force causing a tiny movement of the soaking wet pulp against her skin was already enough to send Bon Bon shivering, a little moan escaping her lips otherwise sealed airtight by Lyra’s own. Lyra quickly picked up on what was happening, and started gently bucking her hips, humping her own diapercrotch into Bon Bon’s, who squirmed with every new crinkle of her baby panties, keenly aware of how her pee was squeezed out of the soggy diaperfluff and ran through her coat for a second time, while she freely rolled around in the mushy mess on her butt. Both ponies were lost in their own little world of blissful fulfillment, and they kept humping each other harder and harder as their bodies kept demanding more, every passing moment bringing them closer to --

“Hey girls, it’s me again! I’m so sorry, but it’s really important!”

This time, it was Lyra who was raging with annoyance at the constant interruptions, and she rolled off Bon Bon as her mouth stumbled over itself to bring out every curse she knew at once.

“Uh,” Lyra said as a result.

“Hi again North Wind!” Bon Bon happily screamed while waving with her hoof, making Lyra’s ear flick at the sudden increase in volume, “Nice wings!” Come to think of it, North Wind’s really were nice wings, muscular, perfectly preened, symmetrical and a clean sheen to them. They effortlessly held her in the air as she flapped in place next to the balcony. It wasn’t unexpected though, since she needed her wings for her work, it wouldn’t do to take anything less than perfect care of them.

“Uh, thanks?” North Wind said, adjusting her glasses, “And you, uh… you have, um. Nice earth?”

“Thanks!” Bon Bon exclaimed, turning around so energetically to send a spray of crumbling dirt from her mane into the landscape, “Did you hear that, Lyra? She likes my earth.”

“Um,” Lyra commented.

“By the way,” North Wind continued, “I brought back your bag. Thanks for the nuts. I put the bag in your basement, but I couldn’t find a free spot, so I kinda just dropped it on the floor, I hope you don’t mind. You should really think about cleaning that place up. You know what they say about ponies with a tidy basement! Wait, what was that again?” Her deliberation was cut short as another pegasus came into view high in the sky from the direction of Ponyville, and then another. “Oh shoot!” she said, “I came to tell you that the Weather Team will start working here now. Like, right now. The sky will be swarming with pegasi within minutes. And I saw you doing, uh. Things. So I thought I’d come by and tell you to take it inside. Alright, gotta go now, bye!”

“Bye!” Bon Bon said and exchanged a hoof-wave with North Wind, who then withdrew into the vast expanse of the rapidly dimming sky.

“Ugh,” Lyra concluded.

Lyra didn’t seem to have paid attention for even a single second as she immediately resumed throwing herself at Bon Bon, but Bon Bon valiantly fended her off. “No, didn’t you hear?” she said, “We have to go inside!”

“Right. Inside.” Lyra grunted, “Put the wheelbarrow back where it was, I’ll take the rest.”

Bon Bon merrily got up and pushed the wheelbarrow, which had now been degraded to second favourite toy behind Lyra’s rump, back to its old spot by the garden tools, under the relative protection of the balcony. It was funny how her diaper suddenly felt slick with fresh wetness between her hind legs even though Bon Bon remembered not going pee right now, but it didn’t really matter because her diaper would take care of it, that’s why she loved her diaper so much. She also loved Lyra’s diaper, and followed it without question as it mesmerizingly bounced before her on Lyra’s tight flank.

Lyra took Bon Bon’s pacifier and put it and the other one on the tray with the empty pitcher and glasses, then she took the tray on her back and the book in her mouth and made for the front door. Bon Bon picked up the basket of nuts and hastily followed after. She hadn’t noticed it before, but the temperature had dropped considerably over the last hour or so, and the meanwhile howling gale sent a biting chill into her bones. The pegasi didn’t seem to have many problems navigating in the strong wind, as there was an increasingly large group scampering to and fro above them in the sky, some of them even dipping lower to fly wide circles and simple formations, working their pegasus magic to manipulate the flow of temperature and humidity in the climate. Most of the rest had established a celestial logistics chain reaching out far into the east towards huge mountains of thick, black clouds that had meant to pass by a distance away, harvesting the resource and bringing the fresh cloud material over Ponyville skies. Whether the clouds were natural or manufactured Bon Bon couldn’t tell, but she didn’t stay to find out as the wind blew her mane over to one side and the sky grew increasingly gray and dark as the last of the evening sun’s weak light vanished behind the cloud canopy.

Bon Bon entered the house behind Lyra, kicking the front door shut with a satisfying click. She put her basket next to where Lyra had dumped her stuff on the dining table, and joined her favourite mint green butt as its owner closed the kitchen window, shutting out the noise of the outside world. Bon Bon hoped she wasn’t grumpy, because each heartbeat brought part of her burning excitement back to the forefront of her mind in the relative quiet of the house, and there was still a very real ache between her hind legs that she wanted Lyra to take care of.

Lyra spun around, a sultry grin trained straight at her, and Bon Bon’s worry vanished into thin air. “Okay, now that’s over with,” Lyra began. She crossed the distance between them in a single step before pressing her lips hard against Bon Bon’s again, and right back to making out they were. A mad kissing and smooching commenced, both mares frantically seeking to wrestle down the other’s tongue to gain entrance to the mouth that lay beyond first. They both soon tilted their heads to to gain a better hold on the other’s lips, and Lyra’s panting breath on her cheek told Bon Bon that she was as excited as herself, her heart again pounding in her chest, sending her body roiling with passion as the old need for relief resurfaced more immediate and intense than ever before. She didn’t know if it was because of the chilling wind outside, but Bon Bon felt Lyra’s breath way hotter than usual, Lyra’s movements more clumsy and instinctive, and it suggested that she felt the very same ache as herself, at the very same spot as herself.

Bon Bon broke the kiss, dragging some drool across Lyra’s snout as she half-leaned over her, making Lyra’s body shudder tensely under herself with a deliberate nuzzling of the neck as she stretched out a forehoof to reach behind Lyra, under her tail, and grabbed her diaper butt with a resounding crinkle. A little moan issued from Lyra as she stood paralyzed while Bon Bon squeezed and squished the bloated and soggy diaper around for a little bit, enjoying her momentary position of power, which, when things went as they usually did, wouldn’t last for very long. Lyra’s butt had her full attention now. She slowly rubbed up and down Lyra’s diaper, grabbing a hoofful of the sagging pulp and pushing it hard between Lyra’s buttocks, a little squeal of delight emanating from somewhere behind her, before she let go and it sagged away again. She then moved her hoof down under the sagging diaper, to the spot right between Lyra’s hind legs where most of the liquid would collect when she peed, and started poking and kneading, massaging every part of Lyra’s she could feel through her thick wet diaper.

“Wow, Lyra,” Bon Bon said softly into Lyra’s ear, “you’re super duper wet down here. I bet you’ve been going tinkle into this thing all day long, haven’t you? Just look at how utterly soaked it is with your pee, you’re putting every race pony to shame.”

They both knew Lyra’s diaper wasn’t all that wet, but it didn’t matter. The words were what Lyra wanted to hear, and they were driving her mad with lust. She was being outplayed by her own foal like this and there was nothing she could have done to prevent it. Her instincts took over, and Lyra’s tongue lolled out as she bucked her hips and began humping into Bon Bon’s hoof, which steadily assisted her efforts to grind herself against her own wet diaper.

No. It couldn’t end like this. And there was still something Lyra could to to regain control, her trump card that would give her the upper hoof. The very foalish intuition that Bon Bon had played to determine Lyra’s triggering actions and phrases would be her downfall. Bon Bon’s butt was off to the side, somewhere close to Lyra’s head, and while she was still unsuccessfully resisting humping into Bon Bon’s hoof, she managed to raise a shaky forehoof of her own and bring it to Bon Bon’s rump, and from there on it was a long familiar manoeuvre. Her hoof slithered under Bon Bon’s tail and found the perfect spot square in the middle of her butt before it grasped firmly. The expected result immediately set in as Bon Bon gasped and froze, no more kneading or rubbing of any kind to be felt.

“Time for a diaper check,” Lyra panted with a victorious grin.

This interaction between them had happened countless times before, and still it amazed Lyra how utterly and completely immersed Bon Bon was in her regression, following the cue without the slightest hesitation. Bon Bon lightly let go of Lyra and slid onto her own hooves, before she widened her stance a little, lifted her tail out of the way and presented her padded rump for the diaper check. She was a good filly and, like every proper filly, she should help out as much as possible when her diapers were being taken care of. Darn it! Lyra was good at this.

“But Lyra!” Bon Bon whined, “You already checked earlier and you told me I’m messyaaaaah...” Her voice trailed off in a little squeal as her knees buckled, Lyra having started to squish and mush around the mess on her butt through her diaper.

“I know,” Lyra replied, not cutting down on her ministrations in the slightest, “and don’t get me wrong, this diaper is filled to the brim, there’s no denying that. We need to get you cleaned and changed into a fresh diaper soon. But there’s a bigger problem than that. You’re filthy.” A light slap on Bon Bon’s cutie mark brought forth a plume of dust and dry earth crumbling onto the kitchen floor. “You need a bath, and I guess I could use one too. How’s that sound, a nice warm bath, just the two of us?”

It was a rhetorical question in two ways. For one, they bathed together more often than not. Not only was their water boiler too small to provide warm water for two consecutive baths, but it was also always very comfortable and sometimes very intimate. Secondly, Bon Bon was in no shape to reply anyway. Lyra just sat there for a few minutes, enjoying having her big filly in a quivering, panting mess on the kitchen floor before her, lifting her rump high desperate for the attention of Lyra’s hooves, as Lyra continued kneading, prodding and, on occasion, pushing little smiley faces into the soggy mass of the heavily used diaper, her own cheeks becoming increasingly hot at the lewd display. She didn’t go too far though, and eventually signalled Bon Bon to stand up with a firm pat on the butt.

They made their way upstairs, Lyra already arriving on the second floor and trotting off to the left while Bon Bon was still only halfway up the stairs. She found it again difficult to walk, unable to just keep up a light trot like Lyra did as she had to fully concentrate on moving each of her clumsy little hooves individually, shakily dragging them over the wood and bumping into steps as she cautiously climbed the stairs little by little. Everything was so huge, the treads, the balusters, the door at the end, everything was made for big ponies, and she always had to be very careful when she moved in the oversized world, mindful of every little detail as she attentively performed the nontrivial act of walking, lest she forget something important, as little fillies were sometimes wont to do, and hurt herself or got stuck in a place from which she needed Lyra to get out again. It was a little funny how she was also constantly distracted by her own diaper, because, as the foal that she was, Bon Bon should have been very accustomed to sitting around in used diapers all day long. But surprisingly, the diaper managed to regularly divert her attention from the task at hoof, its gratifying touches suddenly bright as a star in the forefront her mind, as it moved and tightened between her hind legs with every one of her steps, repeatedly pressing its soft wet padding soaked with her own pee up against her sensitive parts from differing angles, and squished around the impassive mess that hung heavily against her butt, working it further across her delicate soft baby skin and into her fluffy intimate fur.

Bon Bon was panting almost harder than before when she arrived upstairs. She turned to her left and walked toward the commotion in the bathroom, its entrance shining bright opposite the dark bedroom door. Stepping inside with familiar ease, ducking under the boiler hanging from the ceiling to the left and keeping a respectful distance from the big pony toilet to the right, her hooves clacked on the tiles as she joined Lyra by the bathtub that took up the entire opposing wall of the crowded little room. The toilet had always looked strikingly out of place. While the little basin next to it, and the tiles and the bathtub had all assumed a shade of dirty off-white over the years and had grime and dust sticking to the corners, the way it was perfectly normal in every family and every household where the appliances were regularly used, the toilet gleamed, in the weak light of a singular tiny diamond, with the spotless cleanliness of disuse that was so wholly inappropriate that it would easily cause a raised brow in anypony else, while making the sanitation fixture appear even more otherworldly and intimidating to Bon Bon than it had been anyway. Just looking at it made her feel uncomfortable, and she had no idea how she would approach that thing in the first place should the need ever arise. To turn her attention away, she liked to instead rivet on the last piece of furniture in the room that took up most of the scarce standing space in its center, a little wooden cabinet by the bathtub that was never intended for the bathroom in the first place, a temporary solution for the lack of space in the bedroom turned permanent as the dresser was overflowing with a messy assortment of soaps, shampoos, creams, ointments and other hygiene and cosmetic products. They had never gotten around dragging it back out of the bathroom both so as to not disturb the fragile balance of the inhabiting system and because it was simply super practical being able to reach it from the bathtub.

Bon Bon jumped as a familiar hoof started gently petting her butt. An even stream of water splashed noisily into the resounding metal bathtub from the now-open faucet, clouds of steam billowing over the rim into the noticeably chilly air, ghastly tendrils creeping over the tiles of the walls and the floor and playing around two sets of hooves. Bon Bon had tried so hard to distract herself from the permanent companion that was her diaper, sagging so blatantly between her legs under the weight of its contents, which were the result of Bon Bon’s infantile needs, which the diaper had readily taken care of regardless, but it was always clear that her efforts would be in vain. She didn’t know how to resist the intimate touch, nor had she any inclination to do so anyway, and that made her own rump officially Lyra’s property to do with as she pleased, a right that Lyra took full advantage of as she never had any reservations showing Bon Bon just what a little foal she still was. Lyra had her hoof planted firmly between Bon Bon’s hind legs and gently kneaded the plastic, knowing fully well that Bon Bon was supposed to just take it and let herself be calmed down by the pleasurable feelings that were bestowed upon her. She found that the plan worked perfectly. Lyra was easily smiling at Bon Bon and, despite a hundred little beads of moisture forming in Lyra’s dirty mane and her eyes being underlined by exhaustion, the smile was still perfect, effortless and full of affection and care, telling Bon Bon that Lyra would take care of her and wanted her to be peaceful and happy. Bon Bon found herself naturally drawn to fulfilling that sentiment, her breath coming easier and her heart beating slower, the crinkling massage on her behind calming her down in unmitigated tranquility as she let the electrifying thrill of the intimate touch break out from the point of contact and freely take hold of her entire body, as she leaned into the gratifying hoof.

“That’s a good little baby,” Lyra said softly, “I’ll have a nice warm bath ready for you soon, isn’t that great? Here, let me take off your diapy in the meantime and wipe off your messy butt.” Bon Bon’s body quivered and squirmed more with every one of the infantile words, desperately yearning for release, but her conscience was half detached as she calmly smiled back at Lyra, her face easy and relaxed as she just innocently enjoyed being so close to Lyra while taking in as many of the delightful feelings as she could. The supremely erotic sight was driving Lyra wild with the urge to instantly fall over Bon Bon and have her way with her, and it was all she could to do restrain herself as her trembling forehoof slowly moved over the smooth plastic on Bon Bon’s behind and made its way above her tail. The rip of the tail tape resounded clearly over the splashing of the water, and Bon Bon trembled for a moment, the partially released diaper sagging down her butt, before she was able to respond to the foalish cue on with an amazing naturalness as if there was no other possible course of action. Lyra was sitting on her haunches, but she might as well have been floating in space as she was completely engrossed by Bon Bon laying down before her onto the moist tiles, taking up the rest of the available space in the cramped room, and rolling onto her back, spreading her hind legs far apart to present her crotch for easy cleaning, one of the few things she actually could do to help when it concerned her potty habits.

With a shaky breath, Lyra followed the well practiced routine and got to work with the diaper change. In turn, she grabbed each of the diaper tapes on Bon Bon’s hip with her hooves and pulled them away from the crinkly plastic. While Bon Bon pretended to be lying still and waiting patiently, her instincts betrayed how she was in reality lost in an all-encompassing haze of pure bliss, as her abdomen tensed with each of the unmistakably infantile ripping sounds and her legs moved in a now useless attempt to spread further apart and pull the diaper tighter against her body. Lyra softly pulled away the crinkling front of the diaper to reveal Bon Bon in the nude, lying comfortably on top of a pile of her own horse apples. It didn’t really look as bad as it could have, Lyra had had to endure diaper changes in the past which had been way messier than this and had taken ages to clean up, but this looked quite easy to deal with. With a practiced grip, she gathered Bon Bon’s knees with a forehoof and lifted her butt into the air, revealing it to be only moderately smeared with the diaper’s contents. She pressed the utterly soaked center part of the diaper tight against Bon Bon and steadily pulled it down her entire rump, taking off most of the mess in one deft movement, before she let it fall onto the seat of the diaper and folded it closed. Then she grabbed the diaper’s front part, which was surprisingly equally as soaked, and wiped off the rest of Bon Bon’s behind with it, the extra moisture helping greatly to quickly leave her fur nice and clean. Relatively clean, that is, as the whole procedure obviously wasn’t very sanitary like with a foal wipe, but it wasn’t like Bon Bon was in a state to care about that in the slightest, and they would be bathing next anyway.

Lyra pulled the diaper out from under her and lowered Bon Bon back onto the ground, before rolling up the used diaper and taping it shut into a neat little package, finally marking the end of its service as it was now ready to be properly discarded. Bon Bon looked at the little bunch of plastic as Lyra pushed it to the side, and she gave a quick and silent thank you for making going potty so comfy and fun for her, before she put it out of her mind and sat up. She giggled at the funny sensation of being completely naked, and she felt that she was sitting on her own tail, leaving a glistening mark on the long hairs because she was still wet with her pee down there. It seems that the satisfying feeling of being naughty won’t be leaving her anytime soon.

Bon Bon focussed instead on Lyra, who in turn tensed up, hot breath on the top of Bon Bon’s head as Bon Bon confusedly pawed at Lyra’s crotch with a forehoof. Uh, why wasn’t anything happening? The diaper gave under her hoof and she was able to squish it around easily, but it was already getting cold on the underside from the chilly tiles beneath, the otherwise smooth ceramic matte with condensation, and she really wanted to get Lyra out of her diapy before it became uncomfortable. Diaper changes were way more difficult than she remembered, but at least Lyra still seemed to have her fun as she grabbed onto Bon Bon’s mane and held herself steady each time Bon Bon goofed around with her diaper, sending Lyra shaking more and more tensely and gritting her teeth ever harder than before. Wait, that’s it! Lyra! She had to do the diaper change all professional-like, the way Lyra had done it.

Completely professionally, Bon Bon wiggled past under Lyra’s forehoof, brushing her heaving chest with a cheek, before fumbling about over her tail with the crinkling protests of the diaper’s plastic and the twitching comments of Lyra’s tail. After lots of slipping and rustling, Lyra’s tail tape was finally unfastened and the seat of the diaper sagged away from her body, giving Bon Bon a good view of Lyra’s super cute tushy as it sat comfortably in the embrace of the soft, yellowed and soggy fluff that was the inside of her crinkly baby panties. Bon Bon’s hypersensitive body was tingling all over, practically screaming at her to run her hoof between those cheeks, but she had no time to indulge now, she still had a job to complete. She righted herself again, taking along a tickling curtain of Lyra’s mane with her ears, before she gently pushed at Lyra’s chest and guided her laying down onto her back, effectively reversing the positions of the previous diaper change.

Continuing her professionalism, Bon Bon ripped open the two tapes on Lyra’s hips, proud at needing almost only one attempt each, and the diaper visibly relaxed around Lyra’s soft body when the tension ceased. She grabbed Lyra’s diaper front and carefully lifted it, Lyra’s body trembling ever so slightly, probably because of the cold air going under the thick warm cushion that had been her bloated diaper. Don’t worry, Lyra’s body, we’ll have you wrapped up safe and snug again before you know it. However, when the diaper front was pulled away, revealed was Lyra’s cute little mare parts glistening in a slimy cover of her own juices, a long and thick viscous strand being pulled out as the diaper fell away, connected to another gleaming patch of clear Lyra juice on top of the yellowed diaper pulp. Bon Bon reached out with her forehoof and caught the strand before it could land on the diaper. She gathered it against Lyra’s body and gave it a good slow wipe upwards, collecting the dripping mare juice from Lyra’s scalding hot nether lips. Bon Bon observed it closely for a moment as it thickly ran down her hoof, covering it with Lyra’s burning body temperature, before she curiously stuffed the hoof into her mouth. It tasted very intensely of Lyra, a taste that was intimately familiar to Bon Bon, and as the slimy fluid dispersed in her mouth, she was happy to have gotten a sample of it because it was one of her favourite tastes, and no matter how much she managed to get a hold of, she always seemed to crave more. Besides, it usually came with entirely different fun things to do, and Lyra seemed to agree as she stared at Bon Bon with her eyes wide and breathing hard, fresh drops of her juice glinting between her legs. Bon Bon just grinned.

She was tempted to get seconds, but, despite how her own trembling body seemed to yearn for it, she restrained herself. Be professional! In a clumsy imitation of Lyra’s unwavering procedure, Bon Bon grabbed the front part of the diaper, which was still partially white and dry, and rubbed her squirming filly’s diaper area down a little. Then she touched together Lyra’s hind legs and pushed them toward her chest, pulling the diaper out from her lifted butt, before she eased them back down, Lyra scrambling to right herself onto her naked behind again as soon as she was released from the infantile care. Bon Bon fumbled around with the diaper for a little while before she was satisfied that it looked approximately like Lyra’s, and she set the jumbled bunch of plastic down beside the perfectly balled up diaper.

The sound of running water ceased and Bon Bon turned around to face Lyra’s cutie mark, as Lyra was bent over the bathtub to screw the tap closed.

“You’re nakie!” Bon Bon exclaimed happily.

Lyra slyly grinned back at her before she lifted her tail out of the way, blatantly revealing everything that Bon Bon coveted so much, her mouth watering with appetite. Before she could act, Lyra said, “So are you.”

Bon Bon looked down. It was true. “Yay!” she said.

“Hop in,” Lyra said, splashing the water with a hoof, “the water’s perfect.”

Even though the water barely filled only a third of the bathtub, it was enough because the small thing would be filled to the brim when they were inside together. In a practiced movement, they gingerly stepped over the wall, the metal meanwhile pleasantly warm from the temperature of the bath, and into the delightfully hot water that was a welcome change from the steamy cold air. They securely stood in the bathtub proper before, as one, lowering themselves into the water as it rose around them, covering their hooves, their legs, their bodies and, lastly, their necks with its all-encompassing hot presence. Bon Bon sat with her back against one side of the bathtub and Lyra against the other side, but they were still almost touching due to the small size of the crowded tub. Neither of them minded though as Bon Bon took a moment to let herself be perfused with the mollifying warmth as she half-floated in the water, light as a feather, while wiggling into a comfortable position with Lyra’s hind legs placed somewhere underneath her own. Meanwhile, Lyra covered her nose with a hoof, took a breath and leaned forward, diving face-first under the water with a small splash, the waves tickling Bon Bon’s chin. All was still for a few seconds, and Bon Bon took in the relative tranquility, amusedly watching the smooth surface of the water only broken by a mint-green horn. And then, the water exploded as Lyra reemerged, her movement sending a huge spray of water droplets noisily splashing everywhere as she sat back up and used both hooves to lift the heavy mass of her dripping mane back behind her head. She gave a long sigh and breathed deeply as she slowly tilted her head to get the water out of her ears. Lyra looked so funny with her mane completely straight like that, a sight that was wholly unfamiliar as her mane was usually airy and unkempt. Very well familiar however was the lusty grin that slowly creeped onto Lyra’s face, and the way she irresistibly pinned Bon Bon with those piercing eyes. Bon Bon was more than ready to resign herself though, every fiber of her body wholeheartedly accepting what was about to come, and she even lifted her own dripping hooves out of the water and stretched them out toward Lyra, beckoning her to come closer.

With one powerful jump, Lyra pounced Bon Bon, sending out a huge spray of water around them as she grabbed her big little filly in a squeezing embrace, as if never intending to let go. She embraced Bon Bon’s head with her forehooves and pulled her in tight, pressing their muzzles together with a ferocity that left no more room for the possibility of interruption as she finally satiated her craving. Bon Bon gave herself up completely and just relaxed her jaw, hoofing over ownership of her mouth to Lyra as she proceeded to ravage her muzzle without restraint. Lyra had no idea if she even was inside of Bon Bon’s mouth most of the time, and she just kissed everything that came to her lips, planting big sloppy smooches on Bon Bon’s nose, sucking back her lips between her own, smothering her chin and her cheeks in drool, playing around Bon Bon’s tongue as far as she could reach, and curiously exploring every nook and cranny inside her mouth. All the while the entire world around Lyra was increasingly shut out by the fierce prickling sensation that had overtaken her body, like fireworks going off inside her and lighting up her entire being in a glorious blaze. Bon Bon found herself sandwiched between the bathtub and the carnal Lyra, who weighed her down halfway into the water as she seemingly wanted to envelop Bon Bon’s muzzle with her entire body. Bon Bon barely noticed though as Lyra’s oral annihilation had all the neurons in her head firing at once, the sensitive nerves on her face and in her mouth hopelessly overloaded beyond capacity, as paralyzing jolts of pure pleasure exploded outwards from her skin and coursed through her body down to the last of her limbs, leaving her a jumbled mess unable to move or think even a single coherent thought, her entire world replaced by the incomprehensibly infinite expanse of utter bliss that left every single one of her nerves buzzing with perfect desire.

Bon Bon’s body autonomously followed the only remaining instance of control, the call of her most primal instincts, as she closed her outstretched forehooves behind Lyra’s back, taking her into a crushingly tight hug. Lyra squirmed and spasmed above, and Bon Bon desperately clung onto her and did her best to pull her in close as she arched her back and pressed her belly tightly against Lyra’s with all of the strength she could muster. Bon Bon dissolved in perfect euphoria as she finally got started rubbing tummies again. This time however, gone was all the itchy dirt and sticky grime from before, gone was the harsh wind and the preying eyes from outside, gone was even the resistance of their own coats as a slick layer of water made their movements almost ideally smooth. What remained was her own hypersensitive stomach effortlessly gliding around and across Lyra’s boundlessly smooth and soft belly, her own body slowly and ever so gingerly deformed and massaged by the copious and almost fleetingly faint amounts of pressure of the feathery expanse of Lyra’s abdomen. Bon Bon was completely immersed in her world of Lyra, humping the air and pushing herself around using any purchase she could get, just to feel her skin slide against Lyra’s own, to remain perfused with the intimate warmth that emanated from Lyra’s body, to quiver once more from the tiny bump as their belly buttons played around each other, to feel Lyra’s heart hammer in her chest at a pace similar to her own as they rang for air together and exhaled into each other’s faces. Bon Bon squirmingly held onto Lyra as if her life depended on it, and no matter how large a surface area of their tummies she managed to squish against one another, no matter how much she pushed and slid and prodded and humped and glid, Lyra’s belly still seemed to hold an insurmountable infinity of mysteries, gifting Bon Bon with pleasures more intense than all of the previous ones combined for every moment she managed to remain in intimate contact with the soft godsend.

As the two wiggled and humped like mad, sending water splashing everywhere as each of them was lost in their world of ecstasy, their bodies moved closer and their movements grew wilder as the bathwater fell away against the electrified heat between them. Their unison motions had quickly degenerated into seemingly random flailing, and as they thrust their hips forward at the same time, they bumped their crotches together, the briefest of contacts between the two intimately sensitive mounds enough to drive the two mares feral. Bon Bon immediately stiffened and whimpered pathetically as Lyra threw back her head and sucked in the air through her teeth. She flailed as she attempted to stand on her hooves, and Bon Bon was far beyond the question of consent as she let herself be pulled upright after Lyra, the water level dropping around them back down to their hooves as a thousand droplets dripped noisily from their soaking coats. With shaking hooves Lyra guided Bon Bon to turn around and brace herself against the bathtub’s wall before Bon Bon felt her soaked tail lifted out of the way and off to the side. With desperate haste, Lyra scrambled to turn around herself, almost slipping once in the process, before aligning her own rump with Bon Bon’s. She lifted her tail up high and held onto the rim of the bathtub.

Lyra pushed herself off and with a resounding slap their butts impacted. Bon Bon squealed and Lyra moaned as their soft buttocks were squished up against each other, immediately growing warm at the combined energy of the two mares’ desires, primal lust flaring out and taking control of their bodies as their sizzling hot nether lips became one in the most intimate of kisses, Lyra pushing herself hard against Bon Bon’s exposed twitching butt while Bon Bon returned the effort in kind under the weight Lyra’s dripping tail on her back. Before she even knew what was happening, Lyra had began humping like mad, rubbing herself up and down against Bon Bon’s astonishingly warm and squishy backside, each of its different parts welcoming her with its unique texture that let an entirely new kind of pleasure explode in her most sensitive parts with even the tiniest of motions, increasingly fuelling her desire to hump with abandon as her instincts commanded her to drive her thrill to ever new heights. Bon Bon desperately sought to provide some movement of her own, but everything else had fallen away other than the constantly intensifying fire of her lust. It was only by instinct that her clumsy movements stabilized into a shaky rhythm of her own as she tried to complement the ferocious motions against her behind in order to get as much surface area for her mare parts as possible, keeping her overwhelmed with a steadily increasing wealth of sensory bliss. The pace of their humping constantly built up as their butts grew slick with their hot fluids, Bon Bon feeling a voluminous dribble of their mingling mare juices flowing down the insides of her legs as it dripped into the water below with a little pitter-patter noise. The natural lubrication removed any form of physical resistance, allowing them to smoothly glide against each other without limit, their muscles screaming under the strain as they sought only to intensify their primal lust, chasing after the brightly radiating promise of the inevitable conclusion. Lyra could feel Bon Bon twitching ever more violently against herself, her whimpers having risen in volume to match Lyra’s own powerful moans, both of the mares pushing and sliding as hard as they could, an ever higher combined peak reached together with every new touch of exposed intimate skin and every bump of two soft pearls sliding against each other, as both of them gave it their all pressing for their ultimate release with unfailing voracity.

Lyra immediately knew what was happening when Bon Bon suddenly came to a standstill, tensed up and her entire body started shaking violently. She pushed herself away from the wall as hard as she could, sliding onto Bon Bon and coming halfway to sitting on top of her raised hindquarters, before she started humping for her dear life, grinding herself like an animal against her orgasming lover as she arrived at her own climax, one so intense that it drove tears into her eyes. The world exploded, her entire body was on fire. Lyra spasmed and twitched between bouts of violent humping as she came, supporting wave after wave of unmitigated pleasure with her motions that shook her entire form and elevated her spirit into a warm and squishy paradise of carnal bliss. Bon Bon below screamed and cried from pleasure, her rump exploding with an inestimable variety of pleasures at each of Lyra’s smoothly gliding movements, catapulting her into a universe of joy that was so utterly overwhelming that she lost herself in every single sensation she felt, and at the same they all obliterated her at once.

Their butts remained interlocked as the two beautiful lovers came together, a perfectly complementary harmony between them as each fulfilled the other’s fantasies and desires and pushed her to inconceivable new heights of ecstasy, each of them completely lost in her own sacred paradise of pleasure and yet still intimately joined in a blessed union. Diligently and with great care, they acted and moved in the ways they knew that both of them preferred, softly touching, bumping, pushing and gliding so as to draw out the final throes of their shared orgasms, their souls soaring through fantastic infinities together and their bodies joined in a buffet of heat, fluids and wanton energy, for as long as possible before they finally came to a rest.

Panting and sweating, and thoroughly satisfied, the two mares fell back into the corporeal world, reality collapsing into form all around them as they just stood for a moment and breathed deeply, settling down on the mellow high of post-coital bliss. Lyra softly slid off of Bon Bon, who righted herself before weakly turning back around. The water at their hooves was dirty with almost all of the filth from their coats and the remains of their copulation, and Lyra pulled the drain plug so they could empty the tub and fill it with clean water. As they waited for the water to vanish below them, Lyra turned to face Bon Bon, a face that she knew better than her own, and as one, they leaned forward and touched the tips of their noses together, brushing them back and forth against each other ever so slightly, both their expressions soft with a completely contented smile. Nothing more than this tiny gesture of affection was needed to mutually express the infinite love they felt toward each other in that moment. Their bond was unbreakable. They would never give each other up and they would never allow anything to come between them. They could depend on each other.

Lyra opened the tap to let the last of the hot water in the boiler splash into the tub, and they eventually managed to move into a sitting position again, leaning back and finally relaxing in earnest as the mollifying steaming warmth rapidly rose around them. Bon Bon closed her eyes and alternatingly concentrated on every part of her body, untightening every last of her muscles to achieve total and complete relaxation, while Lyra lazily watched her hooves float around under the surface of the perfectly clear water, basking in the pleasantly refreshing smell not unlike rain as tiny glinting droplets sprayed the walls from the splashing impact of the tap’s flow. Little bubbles drifted weightlessly across the water’s surface, breaking up the image of Bon Bon’s body into a thousand facets of the familiar creamy white, cobalt and pink, and tickling Lyra’s belly as they stuck to her wet coat without popping. The ever moving surface of the water was like a very gentle massage to her skin, glinting like a universe of little stars mostly blue and some pale red and yellow as it dissected the precise magical light emanating from the diamond overhead into a skewed rainbow. A curly strand of Bon Bon’s colors floated listlessly toward her, and Lyra relaxedly pushed it around in the water for a while before it was joined by another, and then another, as the rising water lifted Bon Bon’s mane into all directions like the strange fires of a magical explosion.

When the water reached their necks, Lyra reached out to close the tap again. The sound of running water went away, but the buzzing in her head stayed. Lyra felt light, suspended in a vast comfortable dullness as her body was suspended floating in the water almost without weight. Her senses were muted, the world was only a distant concern of hers, she was well and truly tranquil as she felt her eyelids become heavier and she had to make herself breathe deeply lest she should go through the hassle of yawning. Bon Bon had her eyes closed and was completely still, the only sign of life from her being the two little furrows repeatedly dug into the surface of the otherwise undisturbed water when she exhaled. Everything was almost quiet, and even the distant hissing of the boiler and the tiny twitches of Bon Bon’s legs soon began to drift away as Lyra dozed off.

There were so many things that they had done, so many things that they still had to do, and so many things that could go wrong. But even if that happened, they would persevere, of that there was no question. Lyra was proud of Bon Bon, of how she had conducted herself today. She had to admit, there had been the briefest of moments when Lyra had feared that the unexpected visit of their neighbour would shatter the fragile peace with herself in Bon Bon that they had worked to establish under a lot of back and forth and many questions and concerns. Only a few years ago, it hadn’t been imaginable that Bon Bon show herself to anypony but Lyra in her state, as her regression had been one with reserve and the ever-present mote of watchful caution their unwelcome companion for a long time. Even just going outside in their private get-up had only gradually become possible recently, and it bordered on a small wonder that Bon Bon hadn’t looked around worriedly when they had stepped out the front door today. Lyra didn’t even want to think about what worse things could have happened still. Bon Bon could have said something wrong, and they could have lost a lot progress that they had worked so hard to make.

But none of Lyra’s worries had come true even in the slightest. Bon Bon hadn’t even over-indulged and done something stupid, a tendency of hers that luckily hadn’t resurfaced as she had grown out of it over the years. She had acted so normally around the other pony, had been so much of herself. There had been no awkward silences, no stiff conversations, no elephant in the room and no bad feelings left behind. They had simply enjoyed a pleasant Saturday visit from a good friend, and Bon Bon had simply continued acting her little self, because that’s who she was at the time, who she wanted to be, and who she had accepted her right to be in the safe haven of her own home. North Wind had readily accepted the weird situation, and why not? Surely it was an interesting thing to be part of and it was not something that could do any harm, but most of all it was Bon Bon’s natural behaviour that left no room for queer feelings as her air of relaxation created a pleasant atmosphere for everypony involved. It had truly been a sight to behold, and Lyra was very proud of what Bon Bon was able to achieve. It proved to her that there was progress being made in huge leaps even though there had been long stretches seemingly without any results. It showed her that her own efforts in lightening Bon Bon of her load would always pay off, even when they seemed to be in vain. And most importantly of all, the fact that brought Lyra endless joy when she thought about it, Bon Bon was willing to trust her completely, even in matters that had played such large a role in her life and had left grounds for worry and hesitation that had followed even into her deepest desires. It was that unconditional trust that validated Lyra, that justified her methods and empowered her in her role at Bon Bon’s side. Of course North Wind’s visit would raise more new questions than it left old ones unanswered, and she knew there was no action without consequence. But Lyra and Bon Bon, they always had each other, and it was that trust that unfailingly bound them, the knowledge that they always could rely on each other, even encouraging each other to do so. They would tackle any issues that would come up together, because together they could not be stopped, not by societal norms, not by disapproving parents, not by life’s problems, and certainly not by their own fears that could no longer shackle them in their freedom. Because that’s what they are. They are free. The goddesses may approve.

Lyra woke from the muted howling of the wind as a particularly strong gust got caught in a gap somewhere on the other side of the house wall. Either her body had become accustomed to the heat or the water had cooled off somewhat, but it wasn’t paralyzingly hot anymore and she followed the temptation to stretch her forelegs under the surface and yawned widely. Nothing had changed from before, apart from the fact that Bon Bon’s unmoving chin was now marginally deeper in the water.

“You asleep?” Lyra said, clearing her throat at her own raspy voice.

A sapphire eye opened blearily. “Nah,” Bon Bon mumbled.

“That was pretty awesome,” Lyra said.

“Yeah,” Bon Bon replied.

“I love you,” Lyra said.

“Love ya too,” Bon Bon stated. Seeing Lyra’s posture, she sat upright too, little waves from her quivering as she stretched, sparkling lights on the strand of drool as she yawned.

Soon they decided it was time to get washed up, and Lyra watched with a horrified fascination as Bon Bon reached over the side of the bathtub toward the cabinet, and into the jumble of containers, tubs, tubes, bottles, flasks, brushes, wads of cotton, and other things she didn’t even know the name of, which threatened to fall off the limited space at the tiniest disturbance. Amazingly none of them did as Bon Bon retrieved the big sponge and a semi-fresh bar of soap and tossed them in Lyra’s direction, before clicking open a plastic bottle and pouring some of the floral shampoo that always left their coats slightly oily into the water. Lyra dispersed the stuff with some underwater waves of her sponge, and then lifted the dripping porous ball over Bon Bon’s head, who graciously accepted her world turning into a waterfall as Lyra squeezed it out.

Washing up was a leisurely approached activity as neither of the mares performed the ritual with any particular haste. Lyra relaxedly got to work lathering up Bon Bon’s head from ears to snout with the soap glowing in her magic and the sponge and her free hoof working in tandem, before carefully dunking Bon Bon into the water to rinse it all out. The procedure was repeated with the rest of Bon Bon as Lyra pulled the soap down her forelegs, squished the sponge around her neck and rib cage, gently splashed water under her armpits, diligently foamed up all the fur on her belly and rump and carefully cleaned her hind legs down to the crease of her hooves.

Bon Bon was increasingly eager to present every last spot of her body to Lyra’s care as her giggling foalish personality bubbled back to the surface. She happily dove under the water on her own a few times before helping Lyra massage the sweet smelling special care shampoo into her own mane and tail. Lyra couldn’t suppress rolling her eyes at the ‘special’ stuff, a separate one for the mane and the tail conspicuously sold by the same company, but she knew Bon Bon swore by its beautifying effects. Though grateful, Bon Bon was already a little bunch of uncontrollable giggling again when Lyra then massaged her coat conditioner into her fur, partly because she was so happy at being taken care of that she just had to express it at every opportunity, and also because it simply tickled like mad.

If splashing around in the water was fun, then splashing water onto Lyra was the pinnacle of comedy. Bon Bon was all too eager to get started with her turn at bathing, and she couldn’t help her laughter creeping higher in intensity every time she finished lathering and scrubbing one of Lyra’s body parts, because it meant that she could gather the water in her cupped hooves again and generously dump it over Lyra, rewarding both of them with uncontrollable giggles after a while. Bon Bon took her sweet time in picking out her favourite hygiene products from the wide selection, Lyra was sure that all of them were her favourite, and applied them to her with satisfaction as she didn’t complain for once that it was too ‘girly’ for her to have her mane scented like mountain flowers and to have her coat shine like that of Celestia herself. Lyra did stick out her tongue in distaste on several occasions, but she simply didn’t have the heart to say no at the huge grin Bon Bon wore from start to finish celebrating her little victory.

The water grew increasingly milky after a while from the cleansing agents continuously being washed off into it, and though the fun could have continued indefinitely for all the two fillies, by now definitely little again, cared. But the water eventually had grown cold, the sentiment only underlined by the chilling sounds of the increasingly loud wind blowing outside, and the time came when the last tail was rinsed out and the last bit of water splashed, and the bath came to an end. While Bon Bon stayed behind to pull the plug, Lyra got out first and stepped over to retrieve two large and warm towels from the ever heated boiler. She lavishly rubbed down the squirming Bon Bon, revealing a fuzzy face with a huge smile within a mound of fluff when she was done with her head, before moving over the rest of her body and toweling her off with generous movements. Bon Bon stood still, quietly enjoying the intimate care even when Lyra moved across her belly and under her tail. She wanted to be a properly clean filly, and the fastest way to achieve that was to just wait patiently until she was completely dried off. A funny quivering sensation on her lower back as Lyra vigorously rubbed out her tail with the towel between two hooves, and with that she was finished, leaving Bon Bon squeaky clean and perfectly happy.

Though Bon Bon’s efforts were sweet, Lyra would have waited there until morning for her playful attempts at getting her dry to conclude using her clumsy hooves, this time clumsy again because she was just a little foal. So Lyra increasingly took up the task of drying herself off on her own, and before long, Bon Bon went to make herself useful in other ways. She picked up the two soiled diapers onto her back and stepped out the room. The air had taken up a considerable chill even in the house, and she half expected a fog of her own breath to mix with the steam billowing from the bathroom. While she waited for her eyes to the almost complete darkness, which had come too early for the time of the evening, she listened to the first drops of rain knocking on the windows. Eventually Bon Bon trotted into the bedroom, clicking on the light to reveal their almost-nursery, and walked over to the diaper pail to dispose of their used diapers, the container filling rapidly the way it was perfectly normal for every family that had foals.

It was starting to get uncomfortable without a diaper, a weird feeling being able to close her hind legs without resistance and the absence of the warm cushion against her rump increasingly distressing, and Bon Bon was yearning to get diapered again when Lyra finally entered the room. Nonetheless, Lyra had dried them both of and therefore she got the honor of getting diapered first. Following Bon Bon’s indication, Lyra clambered onto the changing table, and, preparing the assorted foalish utensils along with a fluffy fresh diaper, Bon Bon could see how tired Lyra’s movements were. She almost felt bad for bringing up the topic, but she felt she had to say something.

“So, um,” Bon Bon eventually began, her hoof firmly between Lyra’s hind legs, massaging in the foal cream, “So I guess North Wind knows, huh?”

“Yeah, guess so,” Lyra affirmed, attempting to shrug the best she could with the changing mat rustling underneath.

“I don’t know,” Bon Bon said, “I’m just surprised she took it so well. I mean, nothing against her, but aren’t other ponies supposed to be weirded out by this? I really expected something more, I dunno, something extreme to happen. Is it just her? I always thought it would be kind of embarrassing. I mean really bad embarrassing, not exciting embarrassing. It’s like back when, well, you know.”

“I guess it’s not so strange after all, huh?” Lyra said, her voice rising in pitch as her hind legs were lifted up.

“Maybe,” Bon Bon said, “But I still can’t shake the feeling that something bad should happen. What if she tells anypony? What if she just acted --”

“Come on, what kind of friend do you think she is?” Lyra said a little too quickly, “She would never tell anypony, who would do such a thing? She’s a good pony. She hushed us inside when her colleagues showed up, didn’t she?” Lyra huffed. “Besides, even if word got out, I’m still here for you, remember? We’ll deal with it together, no matter what happens. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I know, Lyra, I’m sorry,” Bon Bon conceded, “I know she’s a good friend. It was just my imagination running wild, I would never talk ill of her. I hate it when that happens, you know? I don’t like being pointlessly afraid, and I don’t like talking bad about other ponies who don’t deserve it.” She stuck out her tongue in disgust. “I’ll do better from now on, I promise.”

“I know you will, baby. You never let me down,” Lyra said softly.

As Bon Bon wrapped the new diaper around Lyra’s lower body and taped it shut around her hips, she could feel her relax and sink into the changing mat. She didn’t know whether it was because of Bon Bon openly admitting her problem or from being securely in a diaper again, but it made her feel calm nonetheless. Lyra sat up and they exchanged a quick kiss, though short not lacking in affection in the slightest, before Bon Bon fastened the tail tape and Lyra slipped off the changing table so Bon Bon could climb up. Her own diaper change went by without words as Bon Bon let the feeling of being an infant take hold of her once again, losing herself in the pleasurable experience of a foal’s graceful care. The amazing feeling of her diaper area being smeared with protective cream never lost any of its charm no matter how often she experienced it, and there was no sensation in the world like being lifted off the changing mat only to be subsequently lowered onto that heavenly soft, cloudy, powdery, thick, clean, dry fluff of a fresh diaper. The diaper got pulled up to take its place between her legs with its massive bulk of pure reassuring comfort, guaranteeing her that it would be there for her whenever she would need it, and its tapes were ripped open and stuck tightly to the crinkling plastic around her hips, making sure that it would stay there all the way until its duty was complete. Bon Bon let herself be lifted into a sitting position without her own effort, like the real foal that she was, before Lyra fastened her tail tape, sealing her butt in the warm comfort of her perfectly tight diaper. Their favourite ritual was concluded when a distant thunder rolled ever closer until it boomed across the room, intrusively shaking Bon Bon’s chest with its massive rumbling.

“Wow, the Weather Team didn’t hold back on this one, huh?” Lyra exclaimed, looking nervously at the window.

“Makes me glad we’re not out there,” Bon Bon said and lightly kissed Lyra on the cheek, any timidity at the sudden ruckus forgotten as Lyra smiled and nuzzled back.

Soon they left the room, Lyra going back into the bathroom to mop up the floor with a used towel while Bon Bon stayed in the corridor to look out the row of windows. The dark hallway was now partially lit by the light from two open doors, and it was enough so that Bon Bon didn’t bump into any walls. The storm had fiercely picked up outside, fat and heavy raindrops hammering against the glass, obscuring the dimly lit world behind a mosaic of water. Bon Bon moved closer to peer past the veil of secrets, and it looked like an apocalyptic vision on the other side. The rain was pouring down in heavy curtains, and a wind shook the poor plants in the garden so fiercely that she was almost afraid it would snap them over. The skyline of the forest was briefly outlined in a flash of lightning before, a few seconds later, another rumbling thunder boomed through the hallway. Bon Bon shivered. It was bitingly cold in the house now, and even so the windows were fogged, meaning that it was way colder outside still. Hopefully the weather ponies had properly made sure the rain wouldn’t turn into hail.

Bon Bon looked up. The cloud cover was almost black, hanging bloated and heavy in the sky, only broken by small furrows admitting the last of the vanishing sun in sharp angles. Dark puffs being forcefully pressed through a strainer of cold light. It eerily reminded her of her dream, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had forgotten something.

Half of the light in the corridor vanished as Lyra closed the bathroom door and trotted up to Bon Bon with a carefree crinkle. “It’s raining like crazy out there, isn’t it?” she said by the way of greeting.

They silently watched the inverse inferno together for a while before Lyra continued, “So, what do you want for dinner? Should we eat the rest of the stew from yesterday?”

Bon Bon faced her and gave her most soul-crushingly pitiful pout. “But we had that yesterday,” Bon Bon pleaded, “Can we have something else, please?”

Lyra knew she stood no chance against the unstoppable assault of cuteness. “Alright, alright, thinking about it, the soup will hold until tomorrow,” she conceded, before allowing herself a little grin, “How about some hay pancakes then?”

Satisfyingly, her prediction turned out correct when Bon Bon gasped with her eyes wide before hopping in place and excitedly chanting “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” at the prospect of her favourite oily treat. This time it was Lyra’s victory, and how good it felt having her silly filly wrapped around her hoof once again. She wasted no time and trotted downstairs, turning on the lights as she went with the excited Bon Bon bouncing in tow. Bon Bon eagerly helped with the preparations, getting some hay from the pantry and chopping it up while Lyra stirred the batter of eggs, milk and flour super fluffy the way she knew Bon Bon preferred. Everything was mixed together and Bon Bon watched with fascination as Lyra poured the batter in perfect portions into the sunflower oil sizzling in the frying pan. Lyra had no reservations at making a show of it, flipping the pancakes in the air with ever more crazy moves, including holding the pan underhoof and standing on one hind leg, much to the enthusiasm of her hoof-stomping audience. The prepared plate quickly filled with a pile of beautifully greasy hay pancakes, prompting Bon Bon to open the fridge and retrieve her one and only seasoning for the meal, a jug of nicely soured yoghurt, pouring a generous helping into a bowl. The counter was increasingly spattered with batter that had missed its mark under Lyra’s antics, but the meal still nicely neared completion.

The question posed itself whether they should light the fireplace, but Bon Bon proudly presented her superior idea of cuddling up on the sofa to eat. She trotted back upstairs and gathered a bunch of nice soft blankets from the wardrobe in the bedroom. When she came back down, on the table by the sofa waited waited their food, and Bon Bon was happy at the absence of any boring old forks and knives, though it was clear that the kitchen towel that was present in their stead would be sorely needed. Surprised she was however at Lyra holding an entirely different item, the adventure book of Detective Keenscent that she had promised to read to her some time. It seemed that time was now, and Bon Bon graciously danced around Lyra, giddy to get started.

Their reclining arrangement looked more than weird, and it was hard to tell whether it was comfortable. Bon Bon laid down on an opened blanket with her belly, and Lyra closed the blanked above her and turned her around, rolling her up like a soft crinkly little worm, just high enough that Bon Bon could still stretch out her forehooves. After fastening the kitchen towel around her neck and covering as much of the fallout zone as possible, Lyra squeezed in behind Bon Bon, between the soft cushion of the sofa and the warm bulwark of her own foal, leaving only little purpose for the second blanked that she draped over both of them.

It was actually incredibly comfortable, and both of them could pursue their own venture in thorough relaxation. Lyra floated the book before herself and opened the first page, and Bon Bon listened in amazement as Lyra began reciting the turbulent tale of the thoroughly thrilling Detective Keenscent. Every word had Bon Bon immersed deeper into a fantastic world of mystery, intrigue and a perfectly heroic, yet completely believable, hero, who overcame any hardship the bad guys threw in his way. The exalting exploits of the champion had Bon Bon so gripped that it took the craving for a snack to become overwhelming before she remembered that dinner was actually standing ready. Stirring their warm arrangement hopefully only a little, she reached out to tear off a part of an oily pancake with her hooves and generously dunked it into the yoghurt, before hefting it over to herself and happily stuffing it into her mouth, all the dripping drops caught by Lyra’s ingeniously placed kitchen towel. The pancake was creamy in her mouth, made especially stringy like molten cheese by the extra starch from the hay, perfectly carrying the hearty flavor complemented by the sour yoghurt over her tastebuds. It was an amazing piece of cooking, ingenious in its simplicity, and Bon Bon had liked it as long as she could remember. Of course, Lyra should have some too, and so Lyra’s storytelling was briefly interrupted as she accepted another piece of the proffered yummy food, needing to wipe her own face in Bon Bon’s kitchen towel after being smeared with her greasy hooves and by her foalish inability to aim precisely. Still, both of them were more than happy with the arrangement, and so they continued eating this way while following the enthralling adventure of the Detective.

All too soon Bon Bon tried to grab food from an empty plate, but in reaction she merely retracted her hoof into her warm cocoon as the Detective got himself deeper into a bad situation, and she couldn’t wait to hear how he would get out again. Lyra was increasingly annoyed at having to pause her reading to wait for the ever louder thunder to pass by, but she found herself amazed even more when she saw Bon Bon’s eyelids drooping despite the incredible ruckus. As she read on, her pauses were caused not by thunder, but progressively by her having to focus on the next sentence as she felt the numbing presence of sleep overtake her own consciousness. It was when a soft snore came from the dozing bundle at her side when she decided to bookmark the page and lay the book aside to close her eyes for a moment, at least as long as the raging storm outside allowed.

Bon Bon was pulled back into being awake when Lyra got up and left a cold emptiness behind. Bon Bon’s groaning and stretching complaints were quickly silenced though when Lyra returned, the white pacifier in her mouth and holding out the blue one. Bon Bon, now actually awake, got up and took the bait, the pacifier immediately finding its home at its proper place in her muzzle. They slowly walked upstairs, turning off the lights along the way, before they finally arrived at their ultimate goal that had been beckoning all along, their soft and comfortably warm bed. From both sides, they wiggled under the sheets, momentarily muting the raging storm outside as they dove into a world of bedding, replacing the noise with the pleasant rustling of fabric and the crinkling of plastic. After meeting in the middle of the bed, Lyra and Bon Bon embraced each other, sharing their valuable body warmth even under the thick linens, and moved together to come to rest in a comfortable lying position, their heads on the soft pillows and covered with the blanket to get as much quiet as possible, and their limbs stretched out lazily on the vast softness of the mattress. Despite the tempest tearing at their house, the moment was relatively serene to them, putting their minds at peace. Sleep didn’t wait long to pay them a visit, and they soon drifted away into the land of dreams, cozily refreshing themselves for all the adventures that were yet to come.

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The two little ponies would need all the sleep they could get.

The night was restless, and it reached out for them with black tendrils.