Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Scootaloo was nervous enough as it were. Going throught that series of tests in the hospital, without any prior knowledge of what was going to happen, no idea about the invasiveness of them, and begin pushed inside was scary onto and into itself.

Hear the doctors' response, namely, that her wings were too small and her body too weak to fly was  worse. Hear the therapy, which her parents forced on her without askign her anything, was even worse.

"Dad," Scootaloo said, wincing while her father replaced the medicine IV in her right wing with another bag full of a light blue sparkly liquid "Was this really necessary?"

"Yes, my daughter," Scootaloo's fahter said "I know that stay in bed for a month without begin able to mvoe at all, even for got to the bathroom can be boring, but, if you wanna fly, you gotta do it."

Scootaloo sighed, as she felt her lower body increase pressure and her right wing pinch, which made her flutter her left wing a little. Scootaloo's father slapped the few portions of skin that weren't covered by Scootaloo's baby-printed pinkdiaper.

"I told you to not move!" He said. Scootaloo groaned, her bowels already getting ready to expel the faeces.

"Dad, I know you really, really want me to fly. I do too, but, please, could you stop to take that advice too literally?! It's dumb!" Scootaloo said. Her father slapped her face.

"It's bad enough I let you move your frotn hooves around for read and I let oyu talk," He said, grabbing a pill pack from Scootaloo's bedside table with his right hoof and pouring two pills in his left hoof "or eat by yourself, for that matter."

Scootaloo opened up her mouth for the pills, preparing herself for the awful taste of copper the pills had.

"And how will I eat, then? Will you cut a hole to my stomach and feed me from there?" Scootaloo said, and her father quickly dropped the two pills in her mouth.

"They do sometimes, but I think I would rather resort to IVs or nose-feedings," Scootaloos' fahter siad "changing your diapers is messy enough as it is."

And, as he said that, Scootaloo grunted, farted and pooped in her diaper.

"Speak of the devil he comes," Scootaloo said with a smirk, resisting the feel of need to puke for the awful taste. Scootaloo's father sighed and untaped Scootaloo's diaper, then he took some wipes and a new diaper.

"And tis is the sixth I've changed in two hours... sometimes I aks if you do this on purpose," Scootaloo's father said, as he quickly changed the diaper of his daughter, while she pouted.

"If you just let me go around and stop taking doctor's orders so literally, ma-" Scootaloo said, before getting interrupted by her father, who said.

"If you think you're so hot, why don't you try to get up and fly then?"

Scootaloo nodded and smirked.

"I will do."