Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

"Lightining Dust, what are you doing there, you moron? Get over here, you'll get zapped there!"

Lightining Dust turned her head around, as she flew right in the thunderstorm, trying to make it disperse all by herself, while it was still in its most violent and powerful stage.

"No! I have to prove I'm better than that drugged-up loser bitch that caused me to be expelled from the team!" Lightining Dust said, as she then spat onto Fleetfoot and accellerated inside the cloud formation.

The clouds were cold, extremely moist and stiff, unlike when they did not produce rain. The thunders that had escaped from the factory bolted from a cloud to another, hitting suspended water drops, lost featehrs and tall buildings at random, crackling loudly like cannon fire, and leaving behind a faint sound of static.

Lighting Dust bit her lip, as she then proceeded to make a flop to dodge a bolt, before flapping her wings against the cloud, causing it be pushed away with a dripping sound, and causing the tip of her wings to feel tingly due to the leftover electricity hitting her.

Ligthing Dust kept dodging and sending clouds away, grinning all the way and not minding the effort it required.

"As long as I do better than her..." She muttered under her breath, turning around to avoid another thunderbolt. She then flapped her right wing against the cloud that had produced the aforementioned lighting, but, before she could do so, Ligthing Dust felt her chest and wings go ablaze, as electric current passed throught her entire body, immbolizing her and thus sending her plummetting down to the ground. Lighting Dust tried to flap the wings hard and to ignore her own pain. However, the sensation of her feathers turning to ash right on her body, coupled with the smell of burnt flesh, made the pegasus mare faint and let her wings go up, pointing at the sky...

Lightining Dust was woken up by the sound of a pump working, the feeling of something restraining her torso and legs, the presence of something over her crotch, and, most important of all, the utter lack of something in her lower body. Opening her eyes up, Lightining Dust saw an oxygen mask on her muzzle, an oxygen tank hanging over head, and several layers of bloodied bandages over her torso. Just on her chest, there was a note, and its calligraphy was impossible to mistake. It was Spitfire's.

"I hope that you are happy with your little act of bravado and pride, because that's likely the last you'll ever do in your life. If you haven't figured it out by the fact that you can't feel your rear legs and that your body is covered in stripes of white cloth otherwise known as 'bandages," considered that the lighting may have caused you mental retardation, you've been struck by lightning and burnt, but sadly not enough to make you crispy. To compensare, your spine has been messed up, and, thus, anything below your flank doesn't work, and that includes your ability to use the bathroom. Hope you enjoy your stay in diapers and on a wheelchair outside the academy, because you do not fit the physical standards anymore."

Lighting Dust, gritting her teeth in anger,  decided to check the truth of those words. So she slowly sat up, the pain in her torso stinging her like a bilion of bees, and looked at her lower body.

There was indeed a light blue diaper with two parallel wetness indicators taped to her crotch. Below it, her legs rested, and Lighting Dust immediately tried to lift them, but they did not work. She then resorted to touch them, so to check if they gave any response.

She felt no feedback coming from her legs.

Lighting Dust shouted skyward and let the white of her eyes be shown, her scream cursing Spitfire and Rainbow Dash and their parents.