Coming Home

Overdrive 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.