Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

"So, Scootaloo, do you wanna play with these Power Ponies play figures I brought over?” Featherweight asked Scootaloo, as he placed said figures on the floor of Scootaloo’s bedroom.

Scootaloo was still sucking on her Wonderbolts pacifier, so she didn’t say anything, she just nodded.

“I was hoping you’d say yes,” Featherweight said cheerfully, as he moved the Humdrum figure over to Scootaloo “Here’s how we’re gonna play. I’ll be The Power Ponies, and you can be Humdrum. It’ll be just like that one comic where Humdrum was replaced by a spy. How’s that sound?”

Scootaloo nodded in response. Even though she could still talk through her pacifier, she decided not to. The thought of speaking with a muffled lisp was too embarrassing for her, even considering everything else she was doing. She didn’t mind it so much when it was just her and her mother, but doing it in front of one of her friends was something she couldn’t bring herself to do.

If she needed to talk, she would take out the pacifier. And for right now, she didn’t have to talk, she just focused her attention on playing with Featherweight, and tried to ignore everything else.

Featherweight couldn’t help but smile, he always felt that Scootaloo was a lot more adorable when she was silent. Not that he felt anything for her besides friendship, right now he wasn’t really interested in looking for romance.

“Why did you call this meeting, Masked Matterhorn?” Mistress Marevelous complained “I was in the middle of an important training session!”

“I must say, you do have a tendency to call meetings at the most unusual of times.” Radiance commented.

“Just hurry up and make it quick, I wanna see if I can beat my track record, again!” Fillisecond said, spouting off words a mile a minute.

Masked Matterhorn cleared her throat and said to her fellow Power Ponies “It has come to my attention, that we have a mole among us!”

The Power Ponies all gasped (except Humdrum, who remained silent for some reason).

“A spy?! How can that be so?!” Storm demanded.

“Oh goodness, I don’t know how we didn’t notice this sooner. Who’s the spy?” Saddle Ranger asked nervously.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know who it is, but it’s one of us!” Masked Matterhorn said grimly.

“The question is, who?” Radiance asked.

“Well, it can’t be me! I’ve been in the training room all day long, haven’t stepped one hoof outside except for this meeting!” Mistress Marevelous spoke up.

“I can vouch for her, I saw her there this morning, that was before we went on assignment!” Fillisecond replied “And I know I’m not the spy, I’m way too fast for anypony to catch, and nopony else talks the way I do!”

“She has a point,” Radiance agreed “And for the record, I too wish to deny the accusation of being a spy. Nopony else has my unique gift and ability to create things the way I do, you’ve seen me in action enough times to know that.”

“The spy cannot be me! I have been patrolling the skies of Maretropolis all day,” Storm added “And I am the only one who can control the necklace of storms.”

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I’m the spy. I mean, you all saw what happened to me when we were taking down that crime syndicate earlier.” Saddle Ranger nervously protested.

“Well, I know it’s not me! My elemental powers can’t be copied by anypony!” Masked Matterhorn quickly said “Which means there’s only one pony left in this room that could be the spy.”

All eyes fell on Humdrum, who had remained suspiciously silent since the meeting had been called. In fact, none of his fellow Power Ponies had heard him say a word for the past several hours.

“What’s the matter, Humdrum? Got something you want to say?” Mistress Marevelous asked, as all eyes fell on the Power Ponies faithful sidekick.

Humdrum said nothing, he just shook his head.

“Well then, maybe my golden lasso will force some answers out of you!” Mistress Marevelous said seriously, as she pulled out her trusty weapon and quickly used it to tie up Humdrum.

“Alright, talk! Who are you, and what have you done with the real Humdrum?” Masked Matterhorn asked “Talk now, or forever hold your peace!”

Humdrum, or at least whoever was disguised as him, finally said in a girlish tone of voice “You’ll never find him! I’ve hidden him away somewhere, per The Mane-iac’s instructions, and I’m under strict orders not to tell anypony where that is!”

“It’s not like it matters, you’re lousy at being a mole.” a familiar masculine voice spoke up, emerging from the shadows. Everypony recognized it at once as Humdrum.

“Alright, my little ponies, it’s time for lunch!” Dizzy Twister called, as she opened the door to her daughter’s room.

“Aw, and we were having so much fun.” Featherweight said playfully.

Scootaloo, for her part, was silent (despite having taken The Wonderbolts pacifier out of her mouth a short time ago). She knew what was coming next.

“Before we go anywhere though, I’ll need to check your diapers. Wouldn’t want either of you to get a rash.” Dizzy Twister said in a motherly tone.

Both Scootaloo and Featherweight fully co-operated, as Dizzy Twister pulled back their diapers, both of which gave off a squishing sensation.

“Oh my, it seems you’re both very wet. It’s a good thing I checked you on both when I did.” Dizzy Twister added, as she then led the two ponies to her bedroom. Per Scootaloo’s wishes, Dizzy Twister had not put up a changing table in her daughter’s bedroom.

After pulling out a changing mat and setting it next to her bed, Dizzy Twister asked “Who wants to get changed first?”

Scootaloo, reluctantly, raised her hoof before Featherweight did.

“Alright then, my little Wonderbolt, let’s get you all nice and clean.” Dizzy Twister said with a motherly smile, as she booped her daughter lightly on the nose.

The changing process was fast, and it wasn’t long before Scootaloo was in a fresh diaper. “Thanks, Mom.” she said, as she was placed on the ground.

“You’re welcome, Scootaloo,” Dizzy Twister replied, and turned her attention to Featherweight “Okay, Featherweight, it’s your turn now.”

Featherweight co-operated just as well as Scootaloo had, and it was only a matter of seconds before he too was in a clean diaper. “Thank’s for cleaning me up, Miss. Twister.” Featherweight said politely, after all, both his parents and his brother had raised him to be a gentlecolt.

“Now, before we have lunch, do either of my foals need to use the potty?” Dizzy Twister asked.

Scootaloo and Featherweight looked at each other for a moment, then they both said at the same time “Nah.”

“Alright then, just give me a second to wash my hooves, and we’ll head downstairs,” Dizzy Twister smiled “I hope you don’t mind peanut butter and zap apple jam sandwiches.”