Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

He could feel it coming, the tell tale pressure in his little hole was a sign that he knew all too well. He tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away, or at least die down. But that didn’t work, the pain inside him only got worse. He knew there was no use trying to deny it, Pound Cake had to poop.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem at all for the young pegasus. He would just continue to do whatever he was doing, and let his body push it out into his diaper, which would absorb the load without hesitation. He would then maybe play around for a little bit, before calling out for Mommy, Daddy, or Auntie Pinkie Pie to come and change him.

But a couple of weeks ago, everything had changed for young Pound Cake, and not for the better.

He and his sister had awoken one morning, surprised to find they had not used their diapers in their sleep at all. And that was when Mommy and Daddy had told him the words that would turn his life as he knew it upside down. “You’re both ready to start potty training.” they said with a smile, and had made a great deal out of encouraging him and his sister to go to the bathroom whenever they felt like they had to go. They were instructed to sit on these small plastic bowl like objects called “potties” and do their business in them instead of their diapers.

Pound Cake’s sister, Pumpkin Cake, had eagerly starting to make regular use of her new potty. Sitting on it every time she felt the need to pee or poop, and receiving praise unending from Mommy, Daddy, and Auntie Pinkie Pie for being a big girl.

But Pound Cake liked his diapers, and absolutely hated the cold plastic potty. It was not comfortable at all to sit on, it took far more effort to use, and it couldn’t be worn on his butt. Yet his parents actually expected him to pee and poop in such a thing, especially when it was emptied into that large white watery bowl thing that made such an awful noise?

Fortunately, Pound Cake had figured out a way to fool his parents, and Auntie Pinkie Pie, into thinking he was using his potty, when in fact he was not.

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Pound Cake made his way into the bathroom, making sure that nopony was following him. Once inside, he shut the door, and walked over to the corner of the bathroom where his blue potty sat, lonely and un-used.

“Sorry, Mr. Potty, but you’re not getting used today.” Pound Cake said with a smile, as he tried his best to ignore the increasing pain in his rear end. The last thing he needed was to poop on the floor, his parents would ask him why he didn’t use the potty, and he would be in big trouble.

Pound Cake went over to the sink, and used his tiny wings to lightly lift himself off the ground for a few seconds. He grasped the handle of the cabinet beneath the sink, and opened it, revealing a sack of diapers his parents had tried to throw out. But he had found them, and hidden them out of sight, and now, he was going to use them.

The pain increasing to unbearable levels, Pound Cake took out one of the diapers and slowly put it on, taking great care not to make his poop come out before he could get the diaper secured.

When the diapering job was completed, Pound Cake went over to his sister’s potty, and placed his diapered rear inside it. He then stopped holding it in, and started grunting hard. It was somewhat painful, since he’d been holding it back for so long, but it took him only a few seconds to mess his diaper until it began to make a squishy sound due to the expanded weight pressing up against the confined space that was the potty.

His business completed, Pound Cake breathed a much needed sigh of relief. Now, he just needed to figure out how to clean himself up.