Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Horrifyingly stupid.

That's how Scootaloo was feeling, about her bright idea of not boiling water taken from the small pond at the camp before putting it in the canteen because it took too long to make it cool down enough to be drinkable.

Now, after an agonizing week of high fever, headache, and stomach aches, which she had tired her best to fight off and ignore it, she was lying in a hospital bed, her semi-tanned skin covered in salmon pink dots, her belly bulging and her tongue covered in a disgusting white substance that felt like sandpaper when touched. On top of that, her fever had gotten even worse and, due to her constant need to poop, her pants were more of them than not caked into liquid and chunky poop.

Brought to an hospital, Scootaloo had been visited, diagnosed with Camp Fever, and hospitalized.

As result, Scootaloo found herself stuck in bed, her food and water coming from a needle inside the vein of her left arm. On top of that, she had been diapered, a cherry of humiliation atop of the awful cake of pain.

"Well, guess that next time you won't complain about the smell of my house whenever the waste tank is full," Sweetie Belle said, sitting on a stool a few meters from Scootaloo's bed. Scootaloo, with her head somewhat hurting, slowly turned her head around towards Sweetie Belle and  groaned.

"Sweets, does this look like something to joke about?" Scootaloo asked, her voice slowed down by the constant state of tiredness that the antibiotics, the headache and the constant expulsion of wastes caused to her. Sweetie Belle shrugged.

"I'm just trying to cheer you up a little bit. I mean, I know it's really no fun and dangerous, but, hey, you're safe now, you just gotta wait 'til you heal." Sweetie Belle said, causing Scootaloo to sigh as she put her right hand over her chest.

"Guess I could see it that way then..." Scootaloo shivered, at the thought of what keep going despite her symptoms could have meant for her. However, not matter how intensely she thought about the grave consequences of her hypothetical enduring, part of her mind could not help, but to think that it was going to be a better fate than hooked up to an IV and diapered like some kind of baby.

Scootaloo tried to slap herself with her left hand, for having just thought about that.

"Never change, Scootaloo... never change." She said to herself, forgetting about the presence of Sweetie Belle inside the room.

"Never change what, Scootaloo?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Nothing, nothing." Scootaloo hurriedly said, trying to not reveal both her predicaments at the same time, just as she felt her bowels growling loudly.

Scootaloo blushed, as she felt herself release yet another rush of liquid and extremely smelly poop into her diaper concealed under the sheets.

“Uh-hu? Scootaloo, what’s that smell?”