Rainbow's Curse

Rainbow Dash stretched, extending her hooves and wings wide as she blinked awake. As her wings started to extend, though, they bumped against something hard and wooden. She sat up in confusion, startled at the newest effect of the curse.

“Ow!” She yelped, banging her head on the wooden cover that topped the crib she was now in. It was just wide enough for her to lie comfortably as long as she didn’t stretch, low enough that she couldn’t sit up straight, and after a kick at one of the wooden bars, Rainbow felt sure that there was no chance of breaking out. The sunlight flickering through her windows was creating heavy shadows, letting her know that it was almost sunset, but at the moment she was less concerned with the time and more concerned with getting out.

She briefly considered calling for help. Even if she could somehow take out her pacifier to yell at the top of her lungs, why would she want to?

Er, because nopony would be able to hear her anyways. In her home, she was about as secluded as you could get without building a private cottage in the middle of the Everfree forest. Unless the mailpony was six hours late, there was no chance of anypony being around to hear her. Then again, that was a distinct possibility, but if anypony found her trapped like this she’d never hear the end of it. Rainbow Dash decided to stay quiet, laid back, and tried to ignore the squishy noise her diaper made.

“Ugh!” the pegasus groaned, rolling on her side and trying to get comfortable again. She was starting to feel hungry, but there was no food in her crib and no way to eat it if she had any. Jamming her eyes shut, she resolved to sleep some more.

…

A hoofed sleeper? Really? Rainbow thought as she woke up again, this time at some nondescript hour past sundown. Her outfit had changed again, this time to a pink-hoofed sleeper with pale blue crescent moons and stars decorating it. As an irritating touch, there were slippery soles where her hooves would touch the ground. She imagined that it would cause a lot of trouble if she had to try and walk anywhere, but the good news was that she didn’t have to walk anywhere, she was stuck in a freakin’ crib.

Suckling her pacifier, she tried to get rid of the dry mouth feeling that seemed to persist, this time simply from thirst. She hadn’t had anything to drink since that morning, and the pacifier only served as a distraction, but at least she didn’t have the feeling of dehydration combined with the dry-mouth feel she got whenever the pacifier was out of her mouth. Feeling a burble in her gut, she groaned, knowing she’d need to go Number Two again by the morning. That could wait, though. She just wanted to sleep some more, and sleep was impossible in a full diaper, especially when it squished every time she rolled over or tried to get comfortable, reminding her how horny she was. She’d hold it for now, until Twilight came. Help would come if she waited long enough, she just had to sleep and wait it out. Not bothering to try and hold her bladder, though, she just wet her diaper again, glad to note that it didn’t leak.

Aaaand back to sleep. Well, at least my napping schedule is back on track.

…

Birds could just barely be heard whistling in the distance when Rainbow Dash woke up, sunlight drifting in from the far windows. Even with her pacifier, her throat was burning for something to drink, even formula if that was the only option. Squirming, she rubbed her hoof on the seat of her diaper, trying to deal with the itchy stinging that had started to develop overnight, making her flanks feel uncomfortable even with the wet diaper soothing them a bit.

Still no sign of Twilight.

Sighing, Rainbow sat up as much as she could without banging her head, feeling her bowels strain as she did so. She needed to go, there was no doubt about it. Twilight wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Dash didn’t relish the thought of crapping herself on purpose, of course. Even as long as the curse had been going on, she hadn’t actually had a choice any other time, with Twilight’s magic or some other random effect of the curse making her go. The idea of stinking up her crib intentionally was gross, there was no doubt about it. She debated the topic in her brain, trying to decide one way or another.

Then again… I can think of a few advantages.

Jeez, I’m a pervert.

That’s not what I meant! My flanks probably won’t sting as much.

She chewed the pacifier, mulling it over. Her bowels were starting to hurt, and the downsides were growing less and less worrisome. She was Rainbow Daring Danger Diap- No, just Rainbow Dash. She was Rainbow. Dash. She could deal with an icky smell.

Now, she just had to actually convince her mostly-potty trained body that it was okay to mess her diapers. Wiping a bit of drool off her mouth, she pushed a bit, but nothing happened. Dammit, dammit, dammit. It should not be this hard.

A little less discreetly, she bent her hind legs a bit, sucking on the pacifier in an attempt not to be too noisy about it. It was bad enough she had to mess her diapers, she didn’t want to make a big deal about it.

Then again…

She was alone in her house. Nopony was around for miles, probably, and definitely nopony was within earshot. Why was she bothering to be subtle about it? Bending her hind legs further, she pushed up a bit so her butt wasn’t resting on the mattress. Tail hiking,she made no efforts to muffle her grunts of effort, pushing until finally she got her body to give in, relocating breakfast into the back of the diaper.

The padding sagged heavily as it filled up, weighing her down around the waist and making the soft, warm material of the hoofed sleeper sag at the crotch.

It felt great. Moaning as she finished, sinking her weight down into the sizeable load she had left in the seat of the diaper, she savored the feeling as the mushy mess squished around her flanks and between her legs, reminding her how long it had been since she had gotten any ‘Alone time.’

Nopony was around, right? What was the harm? Instead of faking revulsion or simply avoiding anything that would make her enjoy this too much, Rainbow Dash rocked forward slightly, shifting her weight forward to make the mess shift backwards in unison. The odor barely registered, coming in more as a peripheral annoyance than something she actually had to care about. Moaning into the pacifier, she bounced her weight up and down a little more to shift things around further, trying to spread the mess around more to increase how much contact there was between her flanks and the smelly muck.

No, wait, stop! We talked about this! She told herself, a little annoyed that she was considering this idea again, even as one of her forehooves started rubbing against the front of the diaper.

That was like forever ago! I don’t wanna wait anymore! Her libido argued, as she laid her head back on a pillow and pressed her hooves into the seat of her diaper, moaning into her pacifier at the feeling.

But it’s gross!

Do I care? This feels great!

You do have a point…

We can feel disgusted later. I haven’t had a chance to do this in like a week, just shut up and we can enjoy this!

With the moral dilemma overcome, Rainbow Diaper Dash moaned into her pacifier again and pressed both her hooves squarely into the seat of the diaper, mushing it between her legs. She was almost glad about the curse at that moment, nothing she’d done to herself had felt that good in as long as she could remember.

Biting down hard on her pacifier, she nearly shouted into it as she rocked her hips down, hooves working furiously against the crotch of the onesie which in turn rubbed the soggy padding against her. “Fffff…” She moaned, eyes jammed shut in ecstasy as she approached climax. This was going to hit hard, with days of frustration and a lot of stimulation building up to it, and in anticipation her wings were fully erect, pressed against the bars of her adorable crib as she moaned one last time, getting ready to-

A quiet, shy voice came in from her doorway. “U-um, excuse me?”

“GAHHH!” Rainbow Dash screamed, eyes shooting open as shot up, slamming her head against the roof of the crib and yelping in pain. Her wings wilted, shrinking back to her side, and any pleasure evaporated as embarrassment rushed in. Looking at the source of the voice, she saw a butter-yellow pegasus standing in her bedroom doorway, blushing profusely and looking down at her hooves. “F-Fwuttewshy? Rainbow stammered, wondering how red her face had to be.

“S-sorry,” The yellow pony tried to avoid eye contact as she replied, looking down at the floor. “I… I thought I h-heard screaming…”

“Y-yeah! Sthweamin’!” Rainbow Dash said, chuckling nervously. “I th-tho’ iwath go’a be thuck heaw foweva so I wath scweamin’ fow help!” She hoped the explanation would fly better than Fluttershy could. Now that she wasn’t reveling in it, the smell of her diaper seemed a lot more noxious and disgusting than it had. Wrinkling her nose, she asked, “Ca’ou gemme ouda hewe?”

“R-right,” Fluttershy said,staying in the doorway. “Um… okay.”

A few seconds went by, and Rainbow Dash groaned. “Da watch is ova hewe!” She complained, pointing at the wooden bar keeping the side of the crib in place.

Rubbing a hoof against her foreleg, Fluttershy nodded. “Sorry,” she said, taking a few quick steps and moving the latch. The side of the crib fell and landed on the cloudy floor with a soft thud, and Rainbow Dash rolled out of bed with a happy groan.

“T’ank ‘ou tank ‘ou tank ‘ou!” She said, her annoyance forgotten as she tasted freedom for the first time in several hours. “I fout I wath gonna be stuck foweva!” She nearly pulled Fluttershy into a big hug, but before Rainbow could she shyly stepped back, blushing profusely.

“S-so… I guess you’re okay, then? I should… Uh… Go tell Twilight…” She added, taking a step backwards, and then another.

Rainbow Dash took a flap of her wings, relieved to be flying around a bit, even with an overfull diaper sagging around her flanks and the pink sleeper restricting the motion of her legs a bit. “Suwe,” she said, barely registering Fluttershy’s words until she had stumbled backwards out the door and was hurrying to leave. “W-wai’, I…” She started to call, but by the time she hurried from her bedroom to the open living room, Fluttershy was gone.

Grimacing, she realized that she would need to get to the treehouse before she could get cleaned up.

You know, that means I still have a little time to-

NO, DARN IT, NO!

Stepping towards the door, Rainbow Dash looked back at the hoofed sleeper, bulging and weighed down around the flanks in an obvious fashion, and she wondered if she could really make it to the library without being seen. Catching up with Fluttershy wouldn’t be difficult, but she was practically wearing a neon sign that announced her foalish getup. There had to be some other way… Something that wouldn’t leave her condition known to the public…

Well… Maybe…

…

This was genius

Rainbow Dash gracefully maneuvered her vehicle above the streets of Ponyville, quiet as a cloud. In fact, it was a cloud. She had a little slit of cloud open to see out of, but the rest of her was covered up by fluffy, soft, white water vapor. Moving it around like an aerial submarine, she stayed concealed as she moved towards Twilight’s house. She had to stay low to avoid getting picked up by the day’s weather team, but even if she got a few strange glances from ponies on the ground a few feet below her, there was no way they would know who she was.

I’m like a ninja.

A stinky, diapered ninja.

Shut up. I’m taking care of that

Flapping her wings fast enough to move without disrupting or breaking apart the soft material of the cloud was difficult, and it left her moving through the streets at a painfully slow pace, but it would get her there, and nopony would ever know.

“Hiya!”

Pinkie Pie?

Rainbow Dash couldn’t exactly look down through her tiny eye-slit, but it sounded like Pinkie Pie. Who was she talking to? The streets didn’t exactly sound crowded, after all.

“Hey! I’m over here!”

She couldn’t possibly…

“Rainbow Dash! Why’re you ridin’ around in a cloud?”

Oh Celestia.

“Oh, is it ‘cause you need a cha-”

“AAAAAAH!” Rainbow Dash screamed, steering down in a sharp nose dive, nearly breaking apart her cloudcraft in the process as she crashed into the perplexed party pony, Pinkie Pie.

A few seconds passed as the cloud vapor dissipated between them like smoke clearing after an explosion, leaving the two of them standing inside a white, puffy bubble just large enough for them to stand nose-to-nose with Rainbow Dash’s hoof shoved in Pinkie Pie’s mouth.

“Mmmmwwww!” Pinkie protested, pointing petulantly at Rainbow Dash’s hoof.

“Wha?” Rainbow Dash asked, drawing away her hoof as a little slobber started to drip down the onesie.

“I said EWWWW!” Pinkie Pie told her, sticking out her tongue and wrinkling her nose. “Your hoof tastes like dirty diaper!”

Rainbow Dash blushed, deciding not to comment on why that might be the case. “B-bu’ yah… Uh, pathafiaw?”

Pinkie Pie groaned a bit, but she reached to take out the pacifier. “Oh-kaaay… But why’re you in such a crummy mood? I was just sayin’ hello!” She pulled out Rainbow’s pacifier, letting it dangle from the ribbon pinned to Rainbow’s pink sleeper. Between the two of them, there was a startling amount of pink inside that cloud.

“Because I don’t want you shouting to the whole town that I…” Rainbow Dash realized that she was shouting, and dropped her voice lower. “Because I don’t want you shouting to the whole town that I wear diapers!”

“Oh…” Pinkie Pie said, a little abashed. “I’m sorry, I should have thought of that. I, uh… Didn’t mean to embarrass you…”

Rainbow Dash bit her lip for a second, feeling bad for making Pinkie Pie feel bad. “Look, it’s fine, just… Promise me you won’t let anypony find out about the curse, okay?”

“I promise,” Pinkie Pie agreed, nodding quickly. Anything to make up for almost hurting her friend’s feelings.

“I’m serious,” Rainbow Dash added, to be totally clear. “No mentioning my diapers, no mentioning I’m wearing anything odd. Actually, don’t say anything about it at all, except to Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity and AJ. Pinkie Pie Promise”

Happy to comply if it would fix the issue, Pinkie nodded once again. “I promise,” she insisted as she went through the motions. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“Cool,” Rainbow Dash said. “Anyways, yeah, I was trying to get to Twilight’s.”

“Right,” Pinkie Pie agreed, perking up as she saw that her friend was once again happy. “Oh, right, Twilight! She can’t change you right now.”

“What?” Rainbow Dash asked, confused. “Then what the hay am I supposed to do?”

Pinkie grinned. It was a wide, eager grin. It was a very, very happy grin.

It didn’t make Rainbow Dash feel good. In fact, she started to feel a bit worried.

“Pinkie Pie…” She narrowed her eyes.

At last, it became too much for Pinkie to contain. She exploded with an excited giggle that shook her whole body, clapping her hooves.

“Twilight needed somepony to change you, and check you, and guess what? I was already foalsitting today! You know what that means?”

Rainbow Dash stared at Pinkie, looking like she had just been told she’d been rejected from the Wonderbolts. Her voice cracked as she opened her mouth to speak, and all she was able to squeak out was a terrified… “No...”

“Yes! It’s going to be the best playdate ever”

…

“Knock knock!”

“You don’t have to say ‘Knock knock, Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash said, facehoofing as she pulled the cloud a little closer around the two of them as they stood on the doorstep and waited for somepony to answer the door. The puffy white bubble was starting to smell pretty foul, with no airflow to let out the signature Dirty Diaper Smell ™.

Pinkie Pie shook her head, grinning and trotting in place. “I’m just so excited! This is going to be so much fun!”

Rainbow groaned, but didn’t argue. If Pinkie Pie was enjoying herself, there was no reason to put a pin in that. As long as she got cleaned up, it didn’t really matter which friend did the cleaning. She was about to ask how long they were going to be standing there when the door was opened by Cup Cake.

“Well, hiya there Pinkie, Rainbow,” Ms. Cake said, smiling knowingly. To Rainbow’s surprise, she didn’t react in the slightest to the smell that had to have been wafting in the open door. “You two are here for the playdate, right?”

“Mmm-hmmm!” Pinkie Pie agreed, nodding. Rainbow Dash glanced over at her pink friend, blushing profusely, and nodded herself.

“Well the twins are just upstairs, of course,” Cup Cake told them, gesturing with a hoof as she ushered them inside, letting the cloud dissipate as the closed the door and led them towards through the shop front towards the nursery. “They just woke up from their nap, so it’s about time for their lunch. Is Rainbow Dash hungry?”

Before Rainbow could respond, Pinkie Pie nodded. “Yes ma’am,” she said, smiling. “I’ll take care of that once I...” A second went by, as Pinkie’s expression briefly drifted from excitement into indecision. “I’ll get them all fed up in a minute!”

“Of course, you have to get your little one cleaned up,” Ms. Cake said, smiling patronizingly towards Rainbow Dash again.

Feeling a little indignant, Rainbow Dash decided to clear something up. “I don’t need to wear diapers or anything,” she explained, embarrassed that she even had to say it.

“Oh, I know,” Ms. Cake explained, nodding. “After Pinkie Pie came by saying that you wanted to try some of Pound and Pumpkin’s food, it wasn’t too hard to understand. Don’t worry, I think it’s adorable.” Smiling, she got them to the nursery door.

“What? N-no!” Rainbow Dash added, a little exasperated, realizing what the matronly baker was implying. “I don’t enjoy this! It’s some kind of evil magic curse making me wear diapers!”

Ms. Cake shook her head, smiling. “It’s okay, dear, you don’t have to pretend. Carrot and I think it’s sweet that you’re playing with the kids, and we promise not to say anything about it.”

Annoyed, Rainbow Dash tried to think of a better way to put things before realizing the obvious solution. “Pinkie Pie, tell her!” She said, looking for backup.

They both looked expectantly at Pinkie Pie, who was wide-eyed and looking back and forth between the two of them anxiously. “Uh…” She said, unsure what she was supposed to say. “I don’t… Er…”

Rainbow was confused as to why Pinkie was acting so strangely. It seemed like a non-issue… until she remember the promise. The promise not to say a word about the curse to anypony.

Quickly, Rainbow Dash told her, “You can tell her, seriously! It’s no big deal!”

Pinkie started to sweat, trembling as she tried to somehow explain without saying anything about Rainbow Dash wearing diapers. Ms. Cake finally broke the pause, putting a hoof on Rainbow’s shoulder. “It’s okay, dear. Don’t worry about it, just have a fun time. And your sleeper is simply adorable, by the way. Have a lovely time, dears!” She added, before turning to head out the door.

Groaning, Rainbow just shook her head and gave up, nudging Pinkie Pie to break her out of her trembling stupor. “Can you please get me changed now, please?” Aside from the smell, she didn’t want to accidentally sit down into the diaper’s mushy contents and start moaning in front of the twins. That was just… Not cool.

Wrinkling her nose in anticipation, Pinkie Pie said, “Of course, Dashie! I’ll changey-wangey your diaper-wiaper, just hop up on the table and I’ll get you all clean!”

Standing there awkwardly, Rainbow Dash paused. “Uh… Aren’t you going to, er… Give me a spanking first?”

Curiously, Pinkie Pie tilted her head a bit. “But you haven’t done any… Oh, right! ‘cause Twilight said your cutesy little sleeper won’t come off! Right, okay, uh… Right,” she repeated, thinking for a moment before pulling up a chair. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit! We’ll have you all cleaned up in no time at all!” She promised optimistically. Rainbow Dash highly doubted that.

Less than a minute later, though, Rainbow Dash found herself sitting up on the slightly undersized changing table, rubbing her stinging flanks and admiring the speed at which Pinkie Pie had gotten her all cleaned up. A little slack-jawed in awe, Pinkie Pie explained it away with, “I foalsit a lot! Whoooooo’s hungry?”

Hearing her own stomach grumble, Rainbow Dash nodded. Before she could even say ‘I am,’ though, Pinkie Pie had already slid up two high chairs and one plain stool side-by-side, jars of foal food at the ready. Rainbow Dash sat down at the stool, yelping as it suddenly morphed into the familiar changing table, hooves pinned to her lap by the tray. And, of freakin’ course, a pink bib was tied around her neck.

“Aw, dammi-Mmmph!”

She was interrupted by a spoon in her mouth, preventing her from finishing the expletive she had been about to utter. Glancing up, she saw Pinkie Pie twirling between her and the twins, who were both happily downing the foal food as Pinkie Pie fed them, gracefully dancing between the two. As soon as Rainbow swallowed, she found another spoon almost instantly scooped into her mouth.

“Pink-mmph!” She glared at her friend. She knew she needed to be fed, but darn it, at the same time as the actual foals? She was hungry enough to keep eating, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t about to try and preserve a bit of her dignity.

“What was that, Dashie? I don’t have any pink food, but don’t worry, I’m sure this is scrum-delumptious!” Pinkie said cheerfully. She giggled happily, as if having one more foal to care for, even a big one, was a dream come true.

Scowling, Rainbow Dash glared at the foals who giggled in response to Pinkie’s giggling. She was sure the pair were laughing at her!

Oh Celestia, what if they remember this when they’re older? What if their first memory of me, the amazing Rainbow Diaper Dash, is as….Rainbow Diaper Dash?!’

It was hardly a cheerful thought, but on the bright side, dwelling on that kept her occupied long enough for feeding time to come to an end.

A field of pink suddenly filled Dash’s vision. She blinked, staring at it for a few seconds before realizing Pinkie was right in her face. She yelped, the high chair shaking as her body tried to leap away without bothering to get her input on the decision.

“Gotcha!’ Pinkie grabbed and steadying the high chair as it teetered, almost on the brink of falling. The twins seemed to find the scene before them as hilarious as ever, watching Pinkie desperately trying to keep the weight of the pegasus and high chair stable. Pulling hard, Pinkie got the high chair steady again. “There we go! I guess somepony is ready for playtime, if she’s ready to jump like that!”

“Playtime? Pinkie, you’re no-mmph!” Dash’s tirade was cut off before it could start, her pacifier returning to her mouth, and setting the twins off again. She glared at them, foals or not, nopony laughed at Rainbow Diaper dash. “Tmmm datthin’ ouaamouf!” She protested, annoyed.

“Not unless you stop being such a grouchy-gus!” Pinkie Pie said, sounding immensely cheerful. “Today’s supposed to be fun! If you keep whining, it’s… The opposite of fun!”

Rainbow gave Pinkie a deadpan look, clearly not amused.

“Exactly!” Pinkie Pie said. “That! Stop giving that look! You’re upsetting the twins!” She gestured for effect, and Rainbow glanced over at the two happily giggling foals that Pinkie was somehow managing to feed even as they argued. Still, she reached up to the pacifier to pull it out.

Just as Rainbow inhaled to start complaining again, though, a big spoonful of foal food ended up in her mouth. “No complaining!” Pinkie insisted firmly. Swallowing, Rainbow started to open her mouth again, only to get another scoop of mushy food to fill her mouth.

The rest of the meal went on like that, Rainbow trying to complain and getting her mouth stopped up every time she tried to speak. Even when Pinkie Pie had to take a minute to clean up the jar Pound knocked on the floor, she ended up with the pacifier in her mouth before she could start complaining again.

“Now,” Pinkie Pie asked, as she finished off the last spoonful of food. “Are you going to keep being all grouchy, or will you start having a little fun?”

Not seeing a choice in the matter, Rainbow Dash nodded. Jeez, just get me out of this freakin’ high chair already!

“You’re not making any sense! Yes you’ll be grouchy, or yes you’ll have fun?” Pinkie asked, confused by the nod.

Groaning, Rainbow Dash realized she couldn’t exactly be clear with the pacifier jumbling up her words. Nodding again, she hoped that Pinkie Pie would understand.

“Whelp, good enough for me!” Pinkie Pie grinned, giving Rainbow’s pacifier a tug and plopping it on the high chair’s tray. “You want your bottle warmed up?”

Rainbow Dash almost turned her down out of hoof, but she stopped before she could do it. She was really thirsty, and she’d have to drink a bottle anyways to get out of the high chair. What was the harm in warming it up? It might taste better, too. Squirming a little in her diapers and smiling as she got the feeling to return to her numb behind, she made a decision.

“Sure, warm sounds good.”

Pinkie Pie beamed, nose twitching a bit as she turned to deal with a crisis as Pumpkin started chewing on the plastic spoon she was being fed with. “Just a second,” she said, “And then we can get you all changed, too!”

“What?” Rainbow asked, confused. “Pinkie, I don’t need a change. I didn’t have an accident!”

Pinkie glanced over at Rainbow Dash as she wiped a little food off Pumpkin’s face with the foal’s bib. “Are you sure? My nose started twitching, and whenever my nose starts twitching it means somepony needs a diaper change. Pumpkin and Pound are still clean, I checked!”

“Well, I don’t need a change,” Rainbow Dash insisted. “If I had an accident, I would know.” What was Pinkie playing at? Rainbow hadn’t needed to pee all morning, it’s not like she actually had accidents, she would be the first to know when she needed a change.

Nose twitching a little more, Pinkie Pie shook her head. “Well, ‘somepony’ needs a change,” she corrected, reaching to the counter and grabbing a foal bottle off the warmer. “And it’s sure not either of the twins. Open up?”

“Sure,” Rainbow said, opening her mouth to take the bottle.

Suckling, she savored the taste of the formula. It was unexpectedly good, no doubt at least partly because she was so thirsty. Even more unexpected was Pinkie’s hoof reaching down beneath the high chair’s tray to grope the crotch of the sleeper and feel her diaper.

“H-haaahy!” Dashie lisped, a little formula trickling out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to protest without giving up her bottle.

“Ah-ha!” Pinkie said triumphantly. “Just as I thought! You had a little accident, Dashie. Don’t worry though, Auntie Pinkie Pie will get you all cleaned up in just a minute!” She pulled the bottle away for a moment, giving Rainbow Dash a little time to breathe.

“But… I didn’t need to p-Mmph!” Rainbow was cut off by the return of the bottle as Pinkie Pie cut her off once again.

“No whining!” Pinkie Pie insisted sternly. “Just drink up. Don’t worry, Dashie, you know I’m super-duper good at diaper changes, you’ll be all dry again in no time!”

Pulling away, Rainbow Dash shook her head. “No, you don’t get it, I didmpphhp!” And, again, the bottle in her mouth.

Sighing, Pinkie reassured her a little more. “You’re fussier than Pound Cake before a bath! I know you’re diaper is wet, Dashie, you don’t have to pretend. It’s not a problem, okay?”

Squirming and shaking her head, Rainbow got free from the bottle again. “No, I don’t remember having to go!” She finally said, before Pinkie could get the bottle back in place.

Pausing, Pinkie finally realized what Rainbow Dash was trying to say. “Oh…” She blinked, not sure how to respond to that. “So you…”

“I actually had a freakin’ accident!” Rainbow explained, mortified. “This is not good.”

"Well, it's about to get a whole lot better." Twilight's voice came in from the doorway, the most relieving thing Rainbow had ever heard. The unicorn was looking in at them with an undeniable air of success. "Get her out of that high chair, Pinkie. We found the cure."