Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

For Applejack, the rest of the day passed relatively uneventfully. Apple Bloom cleaned her up, and continued to tease her about her accident, but otherwise not much happened.

As Applejack climbed into bed, she decided to once again forgo wearing a diaper. If she needed to go, she was going to let her body wake her up so she could use the bathroom like she used to be able to do.

“Please, whoever is in charge of listenin’ to prayers, let mine be answered. I’m gettin’ sick of bein’ treated like a little baby all because of somethin’ I didn’t intend to let happen.” Applejack said silently, as she drifted off to sleep.

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In Applejack’s dream, everywhere she went, she could hear her sister teasing her. Taunting her for her accidents and saying “The little baby’s never gonna be potty trained. She should just stay in diapers and go pee-pee and poo-poo like the little foal that she is.”

Applejack kept on running, trying to get away from Apple Bloom’s taunting. She could see a perfectly good toilet in the distance, she could reach it and use it.

But as Applejack ran closer and closer to the toilet, it got bigger and bigger, and she got smaller and smaller. By the time she had reached it, it was so big, and she was so small, that her body didn’t even come up past the bowl.

“Ah, ain’t that cute? The little baby wants to use the big potty,” a giant Apple Bloom teased “Too bad for her that she ain’t even close to bein’ big enough to sit on the seat.” And she bent down and picked up Applejack, carrying her away.

“No! Please, make this stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Applejack pleaded, shouting her prayer to the high heavens.

Suddenly, in a flash of holy light, the dream world Applejack was in vanished. Leaving her in an inky void.

Descending from above was an alicorn with a coat even whiter than Celestia’s, with the most beautifully styled red mane and tail, and a cutie mark depicting an ink well.

“I am the creator,” the alicorn spoke in a voice that shook the ground “I have heard your prayers.”

“You have?” Applejack asked. ‘The Creator’ responded with a nod “Then, are you here to answer them?”

“To some extent,” the alicorn replied “You may call me Lauren Fausticorn. And I can help you to regain control of your bodily functions. For a price.”

“Whatever you want from me, I’ll gladly give it to you. I’m sick of bein’ treated like a foal by my little sister.” Applejack quickly agreed.

“Control of your bladder and bowels will be restored. But in return, you must pray to me every night before bed. And you must vow never to deliberately use your diapers ever again,” Lauren Fausticorn explained seriously “If you disobey my orders, you will soon find yourself not only wetting and messing your diapers, but also losing control of your other adult functions.”

“I swear on my soul that I will never violate those terms!” Applejack promised.

“Very well then,” Lauren Fausticorn said with a smile, and lit up the sky with her magic “Now awaken, for it is time for you to regain your independence.”

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Applejack woke up with a start, and found both her bladder and bowels crying out to be released. A sensation that she had not felt in months.

Without hesitation, Applejack sprang up from her bed, and raced to the bathroom. She couldn’t wait to sit on the toilet and do her business in it again.

But upon reaching the bathroom door, Applejack’s happy mood soon changed. The door was locked, and no matter how hard Applejack tried, she couldn’t get it to open.

It was then that Applejack remembered that Apple Bloom had taken the liberty of locking the bathroom door, and holding onto the only key.

Rather than go wake her little sister and endure the humiliation of being treated like a potty training toddler, Applejack reluctantly went back to her room.

Resting besides her bed was the mare sized training potty that she had not wanted to use. Reluctantly, Applejack went over to it and sat down. Just seconds after she did so, she relieved herself into the plastic bowl.

Making use of the nearby wipes, Applejack then cleaned her butt until it was nice and clean.

Now, the only question that remained was, what to do with the full training potty? With the bathroom door still locked, Applejack couldn’t empty it into the toilet. And carrying it all the way to the outhouse at the end of the orchard was a long haul that Applejack didn’t want to have to make. But she couldn’t just leave it sitting in her room, the smell would make it impossible to sleep.

Just what was she to do?