Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Spitfire gulped, whoever was on the other end of the door, was likely to walk in on her with damp bed sheets and a soaking wet diaper. As Captain of The Wonderbolts, Spitfire had a reputation to keep up, one that she couldn’t afford to have compromised.

But when Spitfire did not answer, the knock on her door did not fade. It only continued, until at last the pony who had been knocking gave up. Spitfire breathed a sigh of relief, but it soon turned out that the sigh had been premature.

The door knob turned, and the door opened. Into the room strode Soarin, Co-Captain of The Wonderbolts, and Spitfire’s childhood friend, all dressed up in his Wonderbolts flight suit. That just made things worse for Spitfire, out of all the ponies she would’ve wanted to expose her secret to, Soarin was at the very bottom of the list.

“Hey, Captain, you awake yet? Regimental training starts in about an hour.” Soarin called, as he walked towards Spitfire’s bed. As he did so, a rather powerful odor assaulted his nostrils, it smelled like dried up urine.

“I’m up, now go away, I’m getting dressed!” Spitfire replied, her voice muffled beneath the bed sheets. She didn’t want to expose her secret to Soarin if she could help it.

“Captain, what’s that smell? It smells really bad.” Soarin complained, as he drew closer to the bed sheets. When he did, he discovered the source of the smell. A noticeable damp spot could be seen, and it had spread to some of the sheets. Without hesitation, or permission, Soarin pulled back the sheets to reveal Spitfire in nothing but a wet diaper.

Spitfire tried her best to maintain her composure, even as she sat before her childhood friend and fellow Wonderbolt with a wet diaper and soaked bed sheets. “This… isn’t what it looks.” she said weakly. She knew the argument wouldn’t hold up, and prepared herself for an endless barrage of taunts and jeers from Soarin.

But to Spitfire’s surprise, Soarin didn’t tease or make fun of her at all. He simply said with an innocent smile “It’s okay, Spitfire. Everypony wets the bed once in a great while. But we’d better get you into a fresh diaper, your current one looks like it’s about to burst.” And Soarin wasn’t kidding, practically every inch of Spitfire’s diaper was covered in pee, and it was sagging quite noticeably.

Spitfire tried to say something in response, but she still felt a bit groggy, and was too embarrassed to speak about her bedwetting problem. All she could do, was hang her head in shame, as Soarin lifted her off of her bed. He quickly baled up the wet sheets and put them on the ground to take to the laundromat at Wonderbolts HQ.

With that done, Soarin guided Spitfire into the bathroom, and sat her down on a used towel, her diaper giving off an unpleasant squish.

“You must’ve drank a lot last night to soak your diaper like that,” Soarin commented to Spitfire, as he searched through the cabinets both above and below the sink “It’s a good thing the trash goes out today.” A few seconds later, he managed to retrieve some wet wipes, foal powder, rash cream, and a new diaper.

“The cream’s more of a precaution than anything else, can’t have you giving orders to the regiments when you’re distracted by a diaper rash.” Soarin explained, as he untaped Spitfire’s soggy diaper, and effortlessly tossed it into the trash can next to the toilet. He proceeded to wipe Spitfire clean of urine, powder her butt with a generous amount of foal powder, and then slide the new diaper underneath her.

“Thank you for doing this, Soarin,” Spitfire said, as she was taped up, then a thought struck her “You aren’t gonna tell anypony about my secret, are you?”

“Nah, I wouldn’t do such a thing. Besides, who would believe me if I told them?” Soarin replied, as he washed his hooves in the bathroom sink. He then picked up the wet bed sheets he had baled up earlier. “I’m gonna get these washed for you, you can thank me later. Just make sure not to make a habit of this.”

Spitfire breathed a much needed sigh of relief, as Soarin left her room. Her secret was safe, though she wondered why Soarin hadn’t been bothered by it.

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Soarin wasted no time in getting to the laundromat, and once Spitfire’s sheets were in the washer, he headed back to his room.

He’d been wearing a very messy diaper since he had woken up, as a result of the delicious apple pie he’d sampled the night before. And now he needed to get changed. He was just relieved that the absorbent filters in his diaper had blocked out the smell.