Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Principal Sombra was usually quite cavalier about the defeats that his pupils' teams suffered during the Friendship Games that the Ministry of Education liked so much to enforce. After all, even if his students lost in one discipline, they were still going to win most of them, thanks to the great focus he gave to those games and the overall discipline of the ones chosen to take part to the Games.

However, this time, his calm and sportsmanship had been thrown out of the window, after that day, and he had called his squads' captains to one of the hotel's minor meeting rooms, to discuss about the performance of his students.

Principal Sombra joined his hands together and set them over the grey keyboard of the laptop in standby, as he watched the students he had called for the meeting. As soon as the Horseback Archer champion, Lighting Dust, had finished to lock the room's door with a click and she had went to take a seat in the last row of seats, Principal Sombra got up and faked a cough.

"I think you all know why you are here." Principal Sombra said, as he got up and pressed the power button of the projector on a metal stand in front of the table he had been sitting behind, causing white light to be projected onto the smooth wall. Sombra then went back

The students nodded sadly to Sombra's question.

"Good," he said, before making a full circle around the table and back at the laptop, where he brought the computer out of its standby and quickly selected the first image he wanted to show, which was in turn projected onto the wall.

It was a photo of the winners of the Flower Wars competition held the day before. The winners were a light orange tall girl with red and yellow-colored curly hair wearing a matching outfit, a even taller  ancient white guy with brown hair and a shirt with a red checkered oblique stripe on his chest plus red trousers, and, finally a short and scrawny-looking orange boy with dark orange hair with streaks of green wearing a orange jump shirt and showing off the white diaper his dark green shorts covered with a zip.

"These were the winners," Principal Sombra said "one, the man in white and red, was and is a nymphomaniac that has had sex with one of the judges of the Atl-atl Throwing competition and sent me a picture of Priapus," Sombra said dramatically, as he heard snickers coming from his students, which made him slam his right fist against the table, making it shake, creak and boom at he same time.

"Be quiet you all!" Principal Sombra roared, as the students jolted on their seats startled and turned their eyes back on their Principal.

"I was saying, he sent me a picture of Priapus with the words 'You have been defeated by the power of Mating!' printed underneath. This is not an honorable adversary." Principal Sombra bent down, as she swapped the previous image with one depicting the orange-skinned boy sitting on a bed, wearing just a white shirt and a light blue diaper and looking away from the camera with a blush.

"The other one is handicapped and weak, and yet he has bested you! How could you have been defeated by somebody so weak, is beyond me, and, honestly, I don't care about what pathetic excuses you will make up for justify your defeat, the members of this school will not be defeated by weak handicapped athletes that have trained only for three weeks beforehand!"

Everyone in the room hung their heads low in shame. All, except Lighting Dust, who got up and put an open palm over her chest.

"Begin incontinent, his groin was impervious against all attacks and, when the athletes realized that he didn't fall down like expected, they did it too late and were eliminated." She said.

Principal Sombra glared at Lighting Dust, as he then smirked.

"Oh, you think that a diaper is a protection sufficient enough?" Sombra said, as Lighting Dust stopped dead in her tracks and started to sweat visibly "Perhaps... I can make you wear one tomorrow, in place of the usual saddle pillow?"

Principal Sombra walked slowly but surely next to her. He knew that his question wasn't a question.

It was an order.