Coming Homeby Smash N DashChaptersChapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 1Chapter 2Days, weeks, even months went by, and still no progress was made in potty training Violet Skye. Her parents tried everything to understand why she couldn’t go potty. They took her to the doctor, somepony who specialized in this sort of matter. The doctor did his usual routine inspection and checkup, gave her a physical, and ran a few tests. on the lilac colored filly, with her deep blue, black and green mane lightly draped over her soft blue eyes. After a while, the doctor came back. “Well, I have the results of the test,” he said. “From what I can gather, medically speaking, there is nothing causing your daughter’s inability to potty train. From what I see, she just is a really late bloomer when it comes to this, and you’ll just have to be extremely patient with her. In the meantime, it’s best you keep her in diapers and try once every week or so, until her body is ready.” With that, Violet Skye and her family departed, and headed home. As time grew on, her parents did as the doctor recommended, and periodically tried to get her to use the potty, each time to no avail. They began growing impatient with their daughter, as she was breaking their mold of perfection. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Eventually, months turned into years, and Violet Skye’s parents’ patience wore out. They gave up on their daughter and getting her to use the potty. But this trend also gave way to another horrifying trend. Her mother got tired of changing her dirty diapers time after time, even when Violet Skye showed small signs of improvement. At first, it was a small amount of frustration. It soon morphed into a modest amount of anger, and from there, large rages. Physical torment also became an increasing threat to Violet Skye’s safety every time she went and had to get changed. It started with simple taps, pokes, and little things, but eventually grew more painful, with smacks, slaps, and punches. Her parents even used a paddle occasionally to “discipline” their daughter for not being able to control herself. The worst part being she was too young to defend herself, or to even speak out about it. For a long time she just sat there, and took her punishment for something that was entirely out of her control. She often lied awake at night, sobbing from the suffering she faced. “No more,” she’d often cry out. “I can’t take this anymore.” That night, on the eve of her 12th birthday, she found a small suitcase, and began packing her things. She packed the essentials first, like a scarf, a blanket, some food, and of course her diapers and changing supplies. She took her favorite pacifier, from when she was just a foal. It still comforted her, especially the long nights she would spend crying at night. Violet Skye also took an old onesie she held onto that she still fit in. She kept it as a momento from the good times when she was younger, and would wear it from time to time to try and regain the memories from days and years passed. Her favorite stuffed cat came with her. Fluffy, as it was named, felt like her best friend at times. She thought as if it was the only thing that could truly understand her. After she decided she had everything she needed, Violet Skye quietly crept downstairs, opened the front door, closed it quietly behind her, and departed into the dark night, searching for refuge from all the pain and suffering her abusive family had bestowed upon her. Chapter 3Overdrive was a young stallion, just barely cresting the age of twenty. He was a skilled mechanic, wise plenty beyond his years. The crimson pegasus awoke every day to the sunlight peering through his window, where he would the spring out of bed, head into the bathroom, and fix his brown and gold mane into his trademark liberty spikes. On this day, Overdrive had a very special opportunity ahead of him. His attention to detail and his high quality craftsmanship had landed him a wealthy, high profile client in Manehattan. He was to take the train from Ponyville, to Manehattan, in order to meet with his client later that day. “This is it. Today’s the day I take the next step in my life,” he quipped, beaming with positivity and a touch of anxiety. He had no idea what to expect, but looked forward to the opportunity that awaited him. After he finished cleaning himself up, he began to pack his bag with what he needed for the brief time he would spend in Manehattan. His tools, a notepad, a few snacks, his toothbrush, shampoo, a towel, as well as a bag of bits for any extra expenses he may incur along the way. His ticket laid on his dining room table, and as he headed downstairs to depart for the train station, he stopped at the spare bedroom that laid empty in his house. He sighed, as he looked in. He often envisioned that one day, he’d have his own foal to love and care for, and that this bedroom would be his foal’s bedroom. Unfortunately, he had yet to meet his one, true special somepony. He spent so much time perfecting his craft that he had little time for his personal life. In essence, he was a student of his own work. He always thought that once he had his own life sorted out, that he would then find love. What he didn’t expect was for his life’s work to keep him dedicated to it as it evolved each day. “Someday,” he said, “someday I’ll have my own foal, maybe even a few of them. We’d all be one, big happy family.” At that moment, he turned the light out in the room, grabbed his bag, and went downstairs before grabbing his train ticket. Overdrive then went outside, locked the front door, and headed towards the train. As he passed his many friends and neighbors, he’d stop for a moment, wave hello, have a brief conversation, and be headed on his way. Once he arrived at the train station, punctually of course, he gave the conductor his ticket, boarded the train, and took his seat for the long ride ahead of him. Chapter 4By the time the train arrived in Manehattan, the sun had just reached its zenith in the sky. As it pulled into the station, Overdrive stood up from his seat, stretched his body out, and departed into the bustling metropolis. Manehattan was a large city by any definition of the word. Millions upon millions of ponies lived, worked, visited, and traveled to the largest populated city in all of Equestria. Ponies of all walks of life could be seen within a single city block, and each had their own role and purpose. Overdrive’s client was located over in the Lower East Side of town, a neighborhood known for its population of younger, more modern ponies. He had to go through several neighborhoods to get there, including a few questionable neighborhoods. One of the neighborhoods, Greenwich Village, was home to many well-to-do ponies, as Overdrive noticed walking through the city. As he traveled through the neighborhood, he took a quick glance down an alleyway, and noticed a tail barely peering out of a box. He stopped for a second, and took a second look. It was a small tail, and he figured it was a small pony, who had struck out in life. He remained for another second, then realized what time it was, and quickly ran to his client’s establishment, making there in the nick of time. Overdrive knocked on the door, and awaited for his client to answer. Eventually, the client came to the door. “Hello. You contacted me about a problem you’re having?” The client responded, “Yes, my furnace stopped working the other day, and I have no idea why. I heard you were the number one pony to contact about issues like this.” Overdrive nodded in response. “Yeah, it seems like my name has been getting thrown around a lot more these days. Now, where exactly is the furniture located at?” His client pointed to a closet towards the rear of the brownstone, and Overdrive immediately set about going to work. He first popped the service panel off, and did a brief visual inspection. After seeing nothing wrong visually, he inspected the pilot line. Again, not noticing anything, he turned the gas off to the house, and inspected the gas lines. Upon examining the gas lines, he noticed one had a buildup of unused gas that was blocking any flow to the pilot light. He took a long screwdriver, and carefully dislodged the mass within the pipe, clearing it. He then took out a can of compressed air, and sprayed out the pipe. Once the pipe was all cleared up, he hooked it back up, turned the gas back on, and ignited the furnace. As the gas smoothly flowed to the pilot light, it ignited, and began to heat up the house. “Perfect,” he said. Good as new. Overdrive cleaned up his tools, put the furnace back together, and did one last once-over, before reconvening with his client. “OK, everything looks good now. The reason it wasn’t igniting was because there was a slight clog in the gas line. I cleared it out, and it’s good as new.” “I can’t thank you enough,” the client beamed. “You clearly stand behind your work, and you were very punctual and quick to respond. If I have any more issues, I’ll be sure to contact you again.” The client then handed Overdrive the bits he was owed. “Honestly, it isn’t a problem at all. I enjoy fixing things. Being punctual and doing good work just comes with it. If you ever have another problem, by all means, contact me, and I’ll be back out ASAP.” He waved goodbye, and departing into the Manehattan evening sun. Chapter 5Overdrive took a little time to do a little siteseeing. He visited many of the landmarks Manehattan was noticed for, took in a show, and spent some time in Central Park. Eventually, he worked his way to one of the fine dining establishments the town had to offer, and indulged himself on some of the finest cuisine that side of the Great Divide. He ordered a hayburger, complete with mushrooms, onions, bacon and a multitude of other salivating goodies. It came with a side of fries, and a thick malt milkshake made of the finest cocoa around. One thing still weighed on his mind. That alley, in Greenwich Village, where he saw that tail, he was still curious about it. As delicious as his meal was, it still couldn’t take his mind off the scene that unfolded, even after each savory bite of the burger, and even after each satisfying sip of his milkshake. After he finished his meal, paid the bill, and left a tip, he departed the restaurant, and headed back to that alleyway. The sun set upon the river, giving off a soft glow to cap off the day as he briskly rushed back to Greenwich Village. Once there, he sprinted between blocks before coming across the alleyway he was at earlier. He slowly walked down the alley, carefully approaching the box with the tail peering out of it. As he got closer, he noticed a pony’s flank, and as he kept inching forward, more of the pony became noticeable. When he inched closer, he also noticed a distinct aroma coming from the air, one that could be described as rotten eggs, spoiled apple cider, and just a touch of sewage. He tried to hold his breath. It eventually became clear to him that a young mare laid in the box. She couldn’t be any older than 13. She was peacefully sleeping, curled up to stay warm. But there was one thing that struck Overdrive odd: she was wearing a diaper, and at another glance, it clearly had been used. Overdrive felt bad for her, and decided to take her home with him, regardless of the risk. He scooped her up, as well as the few items she had with her. Overdrive could tell she had been out there for a while. Her mane was knotted and matted, and her coat felt slippery and unclean. Overdrive’s hotel wasn’t far from where he found her, so he walked over to it, with the mare on his back. As he approached the front desk to check in, the concierge asked, “Good evening sir. Checking in?” Overdrive replied, “Yes ma’am. I have a reservation for this evening. Name’s Overdrive.” The concierge took a look at the registry, and then responded, “Ah yes, here you are sir,” as she handed Overdrive the key to his room. “We hope you have a nice stay.” Overdrive nodded, then headed upstairs with the young lilac pony on his back. He shuddered for a moment as he felt something warm on his back. “She must be a bedwetter,” he thought. “Good thing she’s wearing a diaper.” He eventually reached his room, and unlocked the door. After he entered, he set the sleeping mare down on the bed, and then set down all of his and her things. Overdrive then went back over to her, and noticed how innocently she was sleeping. “Cute foal,” he whispered, “I don’t understand why anyone would force her out on the streets like this.” He took another look at her, this time at her diaper. The faint discoloration he noticed earlier had now turned into a deep, colored look, and it looked as if her diaper was ready to burst at any second. At that moment, he quickly went over to her things, and grabbed supplies to change her with. Overdrive had somewhat of an idea on how to change a diaper, seeing that when he wasn’t busy, he’d watch Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s foals, and had to change them from time to time. Overdrive nudged her over onto her back quietly and carefully, as not to disturb her sleeping. He then slowly untaped her diaper. As he began to take it off, he noticed she began to have another accident, so he waited until she was finished before resuming. He slowly lifter her flanks in the air, and pulled the soggy diaper out from under her. He wrapped it up, and threw it in the garbage can. Then, after powdering and wiping her clean, he grabbed a fresh new diaper, slid it under her flanks again, and then taped it up snugly, making sure it wouldn’t leak, at least not under normal circumstances. He then made sure she was comfortable before putting her supplies back, and then climbed into bed himself, after a long, exhausting day. Chapter 6Overdrive awoke the next morning, as he normally does, when the sun peeks through the windows. He slowly got out of bed, not to disturb the mare sleeping on the other side. After fixing his hair, he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him, to go grab breakfast downstairs in the lobby. As he joined the other guests for breakfast, he grabbed a plate, and proceeded to load it up with eggs, haycon, a muffin, and even grabbed a cup of coffee to start off his morning. The food itself wasn’t the greatest, average at best, being it had to be produced at such a quick rate and large amount. As he ate, he had several things on his mind. For one, he had to make sure he caught his train back to Ponyville in time. Another thought was how his quality reputation was getting around Equestria. But the one thing that weighed on his mind, was they young mare asleep upstairs in his hotel room last night. In his head he knew she belonged to somepony, and that he should find her parents and return her to them, but at the same time, he had a feeling she was out on the streets for a reason, and getting her back to her family would be a bad idea. As he finished eating, he made a decision. He wanted to take her home, but Overdrive needed to know if she was OK with it. After throwing his plate out, and returning is coffee mug, he returned to his room. He tried quietly sneaking back in, but the click of the door closing caused her to stir awake. “Hello? Who’s there?” she asked, with her eyes still closed. She slowly began to wake up with each passing minute. “Hello,” Overdrive answered. He didn’t want to get too close, so he kept his distance. After hearing the new voice, Violet immediately popped awake. She took a quick look around her, noticing she was in a hotel room, instead of sleeping in the alleyway. “Where am I, and who are you?” she asked, looking directly at Overdrive. Overdrive came over to the bed. “Do you mind if I sit down next to you?” Violet nodded, and he proceeded to sit down next to her. “My name is Overdrive, and you’re in my hotel room. What’s your name?” Violet Skye was shy, and was reluctant to say any more. “You can tell me,” Overdrive said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She felt a bit better after hearing that. “I’m- I’m Violet Skye.” She took another quick look around the room, and then asked “How did I get here?” Overdrive answered, “I was walking through the city, and I walked passed an alleyway, I saw you asleep in it, so I scooped you up, and brought you here.” At first, she was shocked and taken aback. After a few seconds, she began to cry, and immediately hugged Overdrive. “Thank you. THANK YOU!” she cried out. She literally couldn’t believe someone took the time to care for her. “No one’s cared for me like this before.” Overdrive said nothing, and hugged her back as well. “Violet, can I ask you a question?” She softly nodded. Overdrive choked up a bit, and then asked, “Do you want to come home with me?” Hearing the question, Violet’s eyes began to water. She immediately grabbed Overdrive, and hugged him as tight as she could. “Please can I… daddy?” All Overdrive could do was smile. He smiled, and cried alongside Violet Skye. “Yes sweetie… you can come home with me.” At that moment, they both sat there, gripping each other tight. Both of them were the happiest they had ever felt, and for once in their lives, a miracle just occurred. Chapter 1Violet Skye was born on a crisp summer day, in a sprawling suburb of Manehattan, to two loving and caring parents. She was a healthy, happy foal, often one to get into mischief from time to time. For the longest time, she could be considered the luckiest foal alive, with being raised in an affluent family, one that was a cornerstone of Manehattan history. She learned how to walk and trot at a very young age, and speaking came soon after that. At times, guests and family members thought she was gifted, but she was just rather a very early bloomer when compared to most ponies. Her parents and family loved her to pieces, and for years, everything went according to plan. That all changed one fateful day, roughly three years after her birth. That day, was the first day her parents were going to try potty training. It was normal for any foal of that age to begin the process of learning how to use the potty, just like a big colt or filly. What her parents didn’t realize, was that her bladder had not yet fully developed, and she couldn’t learn how to use the potty yet. Violet Skye’s parents were considered perfect by all definitions of the word. Perfect lives, perfect family, perfect jobs, perfect genetics… perfect everything. They expected nothing but the best, and received nothing but the best, especially with their older foals. If they didn’t get perfection, they often resorted to any tactic to get it, including brute force. “Come on sweetie, just sit on the potty. You can do it,” her mother coaxed her, as the young filly was uncertain of whether or not the potty was safe. “Oh- OK mommy,” she answered, still unsure and skeptical. She hoisted herself up onto the big pony potty. “I did it mommy,” she cried out in glee. “I’m on the big potty.” Her mother smiled in agreement, and clapped in pride. “Great job sweetie. Now, can you try and go potty?” “I’ll try mommy,” Violet Skye replied. She sat there for a few moments, and tried to see if anything would come out. After a while, she went, “Mommy, I can’t go. Nothing’s coming out.” Her mother sat there, perplexed. “Alright Skye, we’ll try again later. Go on and play.” She lifted Violet Skye off the potty, put her diaper back on, and she ran off and played once more. A few minutes later, her mother came in to check on her, and noticed a yellow stain on her diaper. “Sweetie, why didn’t you go when you were sitting on the potty?” Violet Skye looked perplexed, then she looked down at her diaper. She had no idea that she even went. “Mommy, I didn’t know I had to go. I didn’t feel it.” Her mother sighed, then answered “It’s OK, sweetie. Maybe we’ll try again later.” She would then change Violet Skye’s diaper, and let her continue to play. After a week of the same behavior, her mother thought nothing of it. After a month, she thought Violet Skye was just a little late. A year later, and she became worried. She hadn’t experienced anything like this with her older foals, and especially couldn’t understand it given how early of a bloomer Violet Skye was with everything else. She was dumbfounded, to say the least.
Chapter 2Days, weeks, even months went by, and still no progress was made in potty training Violet Skye. Her parents tried everything to understand why she couldn’t go potty. They took her to the doctor, somepony who specialized in this sort of matter. The doctor did his usual routine inspection and checkup, gave her a physical, and ran a few tests. on the lilac colored filly, with her deep blue, black and green mane lightly draped over her soft blue eyes. After a while, the doctor came back. “Well, I have the results of the test,” he said. “From what I can gather, medically speaking, there is nothing causing your daughter’s inability to potty train. From what I see, she just is a really late bloomer when it comes to this, and you’ll just have to be extremely patient with her. In the meantime, it’s best you keep her in diapers and try once every week or so, until her body is ready.” With that, Violet Skye and her family departed, and headed home. As time grew on, her parents did as the doctor recommended, and periodically tried to get her to use the potty, each time to no avail. They began growing impatient with their daughter, as she was breaking their mold of perfection. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Eventually, months turned into years, and Violet Skye’s parents’ patience wore out. They gave up on their daughter and getting her to use the potty. But this trend also gave way to another horrifying trend. Her mother got tired of changing her dirty diapers time after time, even when Violet Skye showed small signs of improvement. At first, it was a small amount of frustration. It soon morphed into a modest amount of anger, and from there, large rages. Physical torment also became an increasing threat to Violet Skye’s safety every time she went and had to get changed. It started with simple taps, pokes, and little things, but eventually grew more painful, with smacks, slaps, and punches. Her parents even used a paddle occasionally to “discipline” their daughter for not being able to control herself. The worst part being she was too young to defend herself, or to even speak out about it. For a long time she just sat there, and took her punishment for something that was entirely out of her control. She often lied awake at night, sobbing from the suffering she faced. “No more,” she’d often cry out. “I can’t take this anymore.” That night, on the eve of her 12th birthday, she found a small suitcase, and began packing her things. She packed the essentials first, like a scarf, a blanket, some food, and of course her diapers and changing supplies. She took her favorite pacifier, from when she was just a foal. It still comforted her, especially the long nights she would spend crying at night. Violet Skye also took an old onesie she held onto that she still fit in. She kept it as a momento from the good times when she was younger, and would wear it from time to time to try and regain the memories from days and years passed. Her favorite stuffed cat came with her. Fluffy, as it was named, felt like her best friend at times. She thought as if it was the only thing that could truly understand her. After she decided she had everything she needed, Violet Skye quietly crept downstairs, opened the front door, closed it quietly behind her, and departed into the dark night, searching for refuge from all the pain and suffering her abusive family had bestowed upon her.
Chapter 3Overdrive was a young stallion, just barely cresting the age of twenty. He was a skilled mechanic, wise plenty beyond his years. The crimson pegasus awoke every day to the sunlight peering through his window, where he would the spring out of bed, head into the bathroom, and fix his brown and gold mane into his trademark liberty spikes. On this day, Overdrive had a very special opportunity ahead of him. His attention to detail and his high quality craftsmanship had landed him a wealthy, high profile client in Manehattan. He was to take the train from Ponyville, to Manehattan, in order to meet with his client later that day. “This is it. Today’s the day I take the next step in my life,” he quipped, beaming with positivity and a touch of anxiety. He had no idea what to expect, but looked forward to the opportunity that awaited him. After he finished cleaning himself up, he began to pack his bag with what he needed for the brief time he would spend in Manehattan. His tools, a notepad, a few snacks, his toothbrush, shampoo, a towel, as well as a bag of bits for any extra expenses he may incur along the way. His ticket laid on his dining room table, and as he headed downstairs to depart for the train station, he stopped at the spare bedroom that laid empty in his house. He sighed, as he looked in. He often envisioned that one day, he’d have his own foal to love and care for, and that this bedroom would be his foal’s bedroom. Unfortunately, he had yet to meet his one, true special somepony. He spent so much time perfecting his craft that he had little time for his personal life. In essence, he was a student of his own work. He always thought that once he had his own life sorted out, that he would then find love. What he didn’t expect was for his life’s work to keep him dedicated to it as it evolved each day. “Someday,” he said, “someday I’ll have my own foal, maybe even a few of them. We’d all be one, big happy family.” At that moment, he turned the light out in the room, grabbed his bag, and went downstairs before grabbing his train ticket. Overdrive then went outside, locked the front door, and headed towards the train. As he passed his many friends and neighbors, he’d stop for a moment, wave hello, have a brief conversation, and be headed on his way. Once he arrived at the train station, punctually of course, he gave the conductor his ticket, boarded the train, and took his seat for the long ride ahead of him.
Chapter 4By the time the train arrived in Manehattan, the sun had just reached its zenith in the sky. As it pulled into the station, Overdrive stood up from his seat, stretched his body out, and departed into the bustling metropolis. Manehattan was a large city by any definition of the word. Millions upon millions of ponies lived, worked, visited, and traveled to the largest populated city in all of Equestria. Ponies of all walks of life could be seen within a single city block, and each had their own role and purpose. Overdrive’s client was located over in the Lower East Side of town, a neighborhood known for its population of younger, more modern ponies. He had to go through several neighborhoods to get there, including a few questionable neighborhoods. One of the neighborhoods, Greenwich Village, was home to many well-to-do ponies, as Overdrive noticed walking through the city. As he traveled through the neighborhood, he took a quick glance down an alleyway, and noticed a tail barely peering out of a box. He stopped for a second, and took a second look. It was a small tail, and he figured it was a small pony, who had struck out in life. He remained for another second, then realized what time it was, and quickly ran to his client’s establishment, making there in the nick of time. Overdrive knocked on the door, and awaited for his client to answer. Eventually, the client came to the door. “Hello. You contacted me about a problem you’re having?” The client responded, “Yes, my furnace stopped working the other day, and I have no idea why. I heard you were the number one pony to contact about issues like this.” Overdrive nodded in response. “Yeah, it seems like my name has been getting thrown around a lot more these days. Now, where exactly is the furniture located at?” His client pointed to a closet towards the rear of the brownstone, and Overdrive immediately set about going to work. He first popped the service panel off, and did a brief visual inspection. After seeing nothing wrong visually, he inspected the pilot line. Again, not noticing anything, he turned the gas off to the house, and inspected the gas lines. Upon examining the gas lines, he noticed one had a buildup of unused gas that was blocking any flow to the pilot light. He took a long screwdriver, and carefully dislodged the mass within the pipe, clearing it. He then took out a can of compressed air, and sprayed out the pipe. Once the pipe was all cleared up, he hooked it back up, turned the gas back on, and ignited the furnace. As the gas smoothly flowed to the pilot light, it ignited, and began to heat up the house. “Perfect,” he said. Good as new. Overdrive cleaned up his tools, put the furnace back together, and did one last once-over, before reconvening with his client. “OK, everything looks good now. The reason it wasn’t igniting was because there was a slight clog in the gas line. I cleared it out, and it’s good as new.” “I can’t thank you enough,” the client beamed. “You clearly stand behind your work, and you were very punctual and quick to respond. If I have any more issues, I’ll be sure to contact you again.” The client then handed Overdrive the bits he was owed. “Honestly, it isn’t a problem at all. I enjoy fixing things. Being punctual and doing good work just comes with it. If you ever have another problem, by all means, contact me, and I’ll be back out ASAP.” He waved goodbye, and departing into the Manehattan evening sun.
Chapter 5Overdrive took a little time to do a little siteseeing. He visited many of the landmarks Manehattan was noticed for, took in a show, and spent some time in Central Park. Eventually, he worked his way to one of the fine dining establishments the town had to offer, and indulged himself on some of the finest cuisine that side of the Great Divide. He ordered a hayburger, complete with mushrooms, onions, bacon and a multitude of other salivating goodies. It came with a side of fries, and a thick malt milkshake made of the finest cocoa around. One thing still weighed on his mind. That alley, in Greenwich Village, where he saw that tail, he was still curious about it. As delicious as his meal was, it still couldn’t take his mind off the scene that unfolded, even after each savory bite of the burger, and even after each satisfying sip of his milkshake. After he finished his meal, paid the bill, and left a tip, he departed the restaurant, and headed back to that alleyway. The sun set upon the river, giving off a soft glow to cap off the day as he briskly rushed back to Greenwich Village. Once there, he sprinted between blocks before coming across the alleyway he was at earlier. He slowly walked down the alley, carefully approaching the box with the tail peering out of it. As he got closer, he noticed a pony’s flank, and as he kept inching forward, more of the pony became noticeable. When he inched closer, he also noticed a distinct aroma coming from the air, one that could be described as rotten eggs, spoiled apple cider, and just a touch of sewage. He tried to hold his breath. It eventually became clear to him that a young mare laid in the box. She couldn’t be any older than 13. She was peacefully sleeping, curled up to stay warm. But there was one thing that struck Overdrive odd: she was wearing a diaper, and at another glance, it clearly had been used. Overdrive felt bad for her, and decided to take her home with him, regardless of the risk. He scooped her up, as well as the few items she had with her. Overdrive could tell she had been out there for a while. Her mane was knotted and matted, and her coat felt slippery and unclean. Overdrive’s hotel wasn’t far from where he found her, so he walked over to it, with the mare on his back. As he approached the front desk to check in, the concierge asked, “Good evening sir. Checking in?” Overdrive replied, “Yes ma’am. I have a reservation for this evening. Name’s Overdrive.” The concierge took a look at the registry, and then responded, “Ah yes, here you are sir,” as she handed Overdrive the key to his room. “We hope you have a nice stay.” Overdrive nodded, then headed upstairs with the young lilac pony on his back. He shuddered for a moment as he felt something warm on his back. “She must be a bedwetter,” he thought. “Good thing she’s wearing a diaper.” He eventually reached his room, and unlocked the door. After he entered, he set the sleeping mare down on the bed, and then set down all of his and her things. Overdrive then went back over to her, and noticed how innocently she was sleeping. “Cute foal,” he whispered, “I don’t understand why anyone would force her out on the streets like this.” He took another look at her, this time at her diaper. The faint discoloration he noticed earlier had now turned into a deep, colored look, and it looked as if her diaper was ready to burst at any second. At that moment, he quickly went over to her things, and grabbed supplies to change her with. Overdrive had somewhat of an idea on how to change a diaper, seeing that when he wasn’t busy, he’d watch Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s foals, and had to change them from time to time. Overdrive nudged her over onto her back quietly and carefully, as not to disturb her sleeping. He then slowly untaped her diaper. As he began to take it off, he noticed she began to have another accident, so he waited until she was finished before resuming. He slowly lifter her flanks in the air, and pulled the soggy diaper out from under her. He wrapped it up, and threw it in the garbage can. Then, after powdering and wiping her clean, he grabbed a fresh new diaper, slid it under her flanks again, and then taped it up snugly, making sure it wouldn’t leak, at least not under normal circumstances. He then made sure she was comfortable before putting her supplies back, and then climbed into bed himself, after a long, exhausting day.
Chapter 6Overdrive awoke the next morning, as he normally does, when the sun peeks through the windows. He slowly got out of bed, not to disturb the mare sleeping on the other side. After fixing his hair, he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him, to go grab breakfast downstairs in the lobby. As he joined the other guests for breakfast, he grabbed a plate, and proceeded to load it up with eggs, haycon, a muffin, and even grabbed a cup of coffee to start off his morning. The food itself wasn’t the greatest, average at best, being it had to be produced at such a quick rate and large amount. As he ate, he had several things on his mind. For one, he had to make sure he caught his train back to Ponyville in time. Another thought was how his quality reputation was getting around Equestria. But the one thing that weighed on his mind, was they young mare asleep upstairs in his hotel room last night. In his head he knew she belonged to somepony, and that he should find her parents and return her to them, but at the same time, he had a feeling she was out on the streets for a reason, and getting her back to her family would be a bad idea. As he finished eating, he made a decision. He wanted to take her home, but Overdrive needed to know if she was OK with it. After throwing his plate out, and returning is coffee mug, he returned to his room. He tried quietly sneaking back in, but the click of the door closing caused her to stir awake. “Hello? Who’s there?” she asked, with her eyes still closed. She slowly began to wake up with each passing minute. “Hello,” Overdrive answered. He didn’t want to get too close, so he kept his distance. After hearing the new voice, Violet immediately popped awake. She took a quick look around her, noticing she was in a hotel room, instead of sleeping in the alleyway. “Where am I, and who are you?” she asked, looking directly at Overdrive. Overdrive came over to the bed. “Do you mind if I sit down next to you?” Violet nodded, and he proceeded to sit down next to her. “My name is Overdrive, and you’re in my hotel room. What’s your name?” Violet Skye was shy, and was reluctant to say any more. “You can tell me,” Overdrive said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She felt a bit better after hearing that. “I’m- I’m Violet Skye.” She took another quick look around the room, and then asked “How did I get here?” Overdrive answered, “I was walking through the city, and I walked passed an alleyway, I saw you asleep in it, so I scooped you up, and brought you here.” At first, she was shocked and taken aback. After a few seconds, she began to cry, and immediately hugged Overdrive. “Thank you. THANK YOU!” she cried out. She literally couldn’t believe someone took the time to care for her. “No one’s cared for me like this before.” Overdrive said nothing, and hugged her back as well. “Violet, can I ask you a question?” She softly nodded. Overdrive choked up a bit, and then asked, “Do you want to come home with me?” Hearing the question, Violet’s eyes began to water. She immediately grabbed Overdrive, and hugged him as tight as she could. “Please can I… daddy?” All Overdrive could do was smile. He smiled, and cried alongside Violet Skye. “Yes sweetie… you can come home with me.” At that moment, they both sat there, gripping each other tight. Both of them were the happiest they had ever felt, and for once in their lives, a miracle just occurred.
Chapter 1Violet Skye was born on a crisp summer day, in a sprawling suburb of Manehattan, to two loving and caring parents. She was a healthy, happy foal, often one to get into mischief from time to time. For the longest time, she could be considered the luckiest foal alive, with being raised in an affluent family, one that was a cornerstone of Manehattan history. She learned how to walk and trot at a very young age, and speaking came soon after that. At times, guests and family members thought she was gifted, but she was just rather a very early bloomer when compared to most ponies. Her parents and family loved her to pieces, and for years, everything went according to plan. That all changed one fateful day, roughly three years after her birth. That day, was the first day her parents were going to try potty training. It was normal for any foal of that age to begin the process of learning how to use the potty, just like a big colt or filly. What her parents didn’t realize, was that her bladder had not yet fully developed, and she couldn’t learn how to use the potty yet. Violet Skye’s parents were considered perfect by all definitions of the word. Perfect lives, perfect family, perfect jobs, perfect genetics… perfect everything. They expected nothing but the best, and received nothing but the best, especially with their older foals. If they didn’t get perfection, they often resorted to any tactic to get it, including brute force. “Come on sweetie, just sit on the potty. You can do it,” her mother coaxed her, as the young filly was uncertain of whether or not the potty was safe. “Oh- OK mommy,” she answered, still unsure and skeptical. She hoisted herself up onto the big pony potty. “I did it mommy,” she cried out in glee. “I’m on the big potty.” Her mother smiled in agreement, and clapped in pride. “Great job sweetie. Now, can you try and go potty?” “I’ll try mommy,” Violet Skye replied. She sat there for a few moments, and tried to see if anything would come out. After a while, she went, “Mommy, I can’t go. Nothing’s coming out.” Her mother sat there, perplexed. “Alright Skye, we’ll try again later. Go on and play.” She lifted Violet Skye off the potty, put her diaper back on, and she ran off and played once more. A few minutes later, her mother came in to check on her, and noticed a yellow stain on her diaper. “Sweetie, why didn’t you go when you were sitting on the potty?” Violet Skye looked perplexed, then she looked down at her diaper. She had no idea that she even went. “Mommy, I didn’t know I had to go. I didn’t feel it.” Her mother sighed, then answered “It’s OK, sweetie. Maybe we’ll try again later.” She would then change Violet Skye’s diaper, and let her continue to play. After a week of the same behavior, her mother thought nothing of it. After a month, she thought Violet Skye was just a little late. A year later, and she became worried. She hadn’t experienced anything like this with her older foals, and especially couldn’t understand it given how early of a bloomer Violet Skye was with everything else. She was dumbfounded, to say the least.
