Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Soarin was waiting anxiously at Wonderbolt HQ for Fleetfoot to arrive, he had some very important news he needed to share with her, as well as a very important task he needed her help with.

“Come on, Fleetfoot. Where are you?!” Soarin thought impatiently “You pride yourself on being the fastest Wonderbolt of all, what is taking you so long to get here?!”

But just a few seconds later, Fleetfoot arrived. She was out of breath and panting furiously, the heavy weight of her saddlebags had made flying rather difficult.

“Ah, there you are, Fleetfoot. Took you long enough,” Soarin said crossly “Did you make sure to bring all of the supplies?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got ‘em!” Fleetfoot replied “Don’t know what you need them for though.”

“Oh, they’re not for me. They’re for the captain.” Soarin told Fleetfoot.

“What?!” Fleetfoot gasped.

“Follow me, and I’ll explain as best I can. We’d better hurry though, you know how demanding Spitfire can be.” Soarin said, as he grabbed an exhausted Fleetfoot, and guided her through the halls of Wonderbolt HQ.

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“So let me get this straight?” Fleetfoot asked Soarin a short time later “Spitfire drank something, and has been regressed to a little foal? And you need my help to look after her until the potion wears off and she turns back to normal?”

“That’s a rough translation of the story,” Soarin replied, as he stopped in front of his bedroom at the HQ. He then dug into the pocket of his flight jacket, and pulled out a key “Better keep your voice down, Spitfire might be napping. And if she gets woken up from her nap, she tends to be very cranky.”

With a click, the key unlocked the door, and Soarin guided Fleetfoot inside. Sure enough, resting peacefully on the sheets of Soarin’s bed was a foal sized Spitfire, the pint sized captain sleeping soundly. Thanks in no small part due to the diaper taped around her hind quarters.

“Aw, she looks so cute. And me without my camera.” Fleetfoot commented.

“Don’t let Spitfire hear you say that,” Soarin replied with a light chuckle “She hates being cooed and awed at. I had a hard enough time as it was getting her diapered. She seems to think she can still run The Wonderbolts even in her condition.”

“Speaking of which, who’s taking her place as captain until she gets better?” Fleetfoot asked, as she set her saddlebags (which were filled with foal care supplies) on the ground.

“Rainbow Dash of course, she was all too eager to step up as soon as word got out that Spitfire needed somepony to take her place,” Soarin told Fleetfoot “I didn’t tell her the real reason, I just told her that Spitfire would be unavailable for a while.”

“How well did Spitfire take it?” Fleetfoot asked.

“Not very well, she pouted and threw a temper tantrum. She even peed on my face.” Soarin replied, cringing in disgust at the memory.

“Hehe, imagine that. Soarin, Co-Captain of The Wonderbolts greatest enemy, is his foalified captain.” Fleetfoot chuckled.

“Oh, you won’t think it’s so funny when Spitfire wakes up.” Soarin said seriously.