Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

It was all so... confusing.

Rarity thought that she was happy and content, with being a teenage girl growing up in an adult woman. Sure, she still kept a collection of plush animals on her bed, she sometimes suckled on her shirt’s sleeve when extremely nervous and she was secretly a sucker for the overly-decorated dresses that little girls tended to wear.

But to think she was interested in actually go back to an earlier age... that sounded enticing and terrifying at the same time, especially because she felt that it implied... something sexual, regarding little kids.

She felt embarrassed, too embarrassed and scared to talk about it with her parents or with her closest friends. But she still needed to vent out her fears and her confusion. So, she started to write on her diary. She wrote long texts about her odd desire, discovered after reading about something regarding the so-called "Teen Babies", the implications of her liking, her fear and everything else.

Everything had gone up relatively smoothly, with Rarity's secret left intact and nobody suspecting anything.

Until Rarity did the fatal mistake of giving her diary to one of her classmates, Thunderlane, to let him know the  homework. Rarity had handed the diary without too much thought, only to remember late, too late, what she had left written inside it.

With lunch break and her friends absent -- which Rarity wasn't sure whether it was a good or a bad thing --  she had retreated in a far corner of the lunch hall, just next to the kitchen's door.

As Rarity slowly ate her salad, she felt a poke.

"Hey there, read your diary."

Rarity froze, her heart beating at the speed of light and her pupils reducing themselves at the size of pins. She instinctively turned around with a slapping movement, which Thunderlane handily dodged.

"Calm down, Rarity!" He said, as Rarity took a deep breath and started to twitch slightly "I just wanted to tell you something, about what you've been writing."

Rarity sighed.  She was sure that it was going to be bad, but, after all, he didn't seem disgusted, mad or anything like that, about her situation. Maybe she could give him a chance and let him speak about it.

"Speak up." Rarity said while moving up her open left hand. Thunderlane sat down, cleared his throat with a fake cough, then he breathed deeply.

"Rarity, by how you are describing it, you are simply a Teen Baby, which is unusual, but perfectly fine, and nothing shall stop you. As for your fears, you are clearly not a paedophile."

Rarity tilted her head at Thunderlane's words, not quite sure about their veridicty, but feeling comforted still.

"And how do you know, Thunderlane?" Rarity asked, putting her left hand under her chin.

"I will tell you, but promise me that you won't tell a soul, because, if you do, they might find me, beat me up and, at best, you'll find my picture on Rotten.com." Thunderlane said, blushing a little and adjusting his shirt's neck, which only made Rarity more uneasy, but too curious to let it  go.

"No-one will hear about i," Rarity said, putting her right hand over her heart "I promise it."

"Well..." Thunderlane sighed "I'm a paedophile myself. Trust me, the feelings I have for a three-years old do not compare to yours in any way. What interests you is the mostly the stuff related to babies, what interests me is their bodies and their mindset for sexual exploitation. But some people seem to mix the two together quite often."

Rarity's eyes widened, recoiling a little, feeling overwhelmed by the discovery. She hadn't expected to hear that one of her classmates, a pretty plain-looking one at that, had such disturbing desires and never hinted at them.

"Y-you mean... you..." Rarity gulped.

"No, I don't own paedopornography, if that's what you are implying, nor I have ever touched a child that way. I'm too repulsed by the idea of hurting them and scared by the law to do that."  Thunderlane said "I've tried to cover it somehow with... better options, but, until I remain completely dry of the my medications, I don't think that'll ever change."

Rarity shook her head. A paedophile, one of the people she feared to be and that everybody hated, was in front of her, speaking normally and telling her she was not one of them due to different wishes.

Rarity didn't thought it was possible. However, now that he had broguth it up, Rarity had a question...

"Umm... interesting. But why does everybody, me included until a few moment ago, thinks that Adult Babies like kids that way?"

Thunderlane shrugged as he crossed his legs.

"Probabyly they think that begin an Adult Baby and begin a paedophile are the same thing, and they are born the same way in the XVIth Century thought diseases were spread around and created," He said.

"And that means?"

"Created by some kind of mixture involving rust, little girls' tears, little boy's blood, ashes, goat dung, bull piss, peacock eyes, soot, drool, snake tongue and kitten tails or something, that is then rubbed against the walls and doors of the houses, with some guys going around to actively spread it." Thunderlane explained "It's bullshit, and exaggerated in this case, but it gets across the point. Not to mention, I don't see why would you condemn somebody to everlasting shame, for something they have been born with, or, worse, learnt by abuse, in the chance, sometimes far off and sometimes not even that, that they will commit a crime related to their problem always and without failure."

Rarity grinned and nodded.

Despite how Thunderlane sounded sincere and swell, Rarity was going to cross him off the list of people to invite with children around.