Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Two pairs of boots and four hooves trodded against the wooden floor of Applejack’s house. AJ knew her family wouldn’t be back for four hours or so, leaving them time to try and toilet train Lonestar. There was an emphasis on try. “Where is everypony, er, everyone?” Sunset asked, looking around. Aside from them, the house was empty. They carefully made their way up the stairs, after locking the front door.

“Hmm,” Applejack thought it over, trying to recall where her kin were. “Applebloom’s with her friends, Big Mac’s on a date with Cheerilee, an’ Granny’s off at that bingo tournament a few cities away.” She said, leading them to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was a rather large bathroom, allowing all of them to fit.

“Alright Lonie, just place your plot on the toilet.” Sunset said, her diaper crinkling under her jeans (she had originally taken up diapers so as to not make Applejack feel about needing them, which caused her to discover that she liked wearing them). She pecked him on the lips, smiling. Lonestar nodded, and sat his rump on the toilet.

“So, I just...go?” Lonestar asked, which sounded like a mix of neighs and a whinny to Applejack. Sunset nodded.

“Ok, um, sorry about the smell.” Sunset giggled, saying she was used to it, especially when Celestia went on one of her cake eating-sprees, which was often. Applejack, meanwhile, had exited the bathroom, ran to her bedroom, closed the door, sprayed some apple cider scented air freshener around the room, and plugged her nose.

Lonestar grunted, his tail raising. Sunset sat on the bathub rimp, her diaper peeking out of her jeans. With several thunderous farts, Lonestar expelled his large manure, with a sigh. He got up, as Sunset smiled.

“Good job L-” She peeked into the bowl. “Wow, it’s almost as big as Celestia after eating two cakes.” She gaped, wiping her coltfriend. The mound of manure was a bit out of the bowl, and smelled like fifty bears with irritable bowel syndrome had used an outhouse.  “Well, we got a few hours to kill, let’s continue.”

Applejack, thinking it was over, entered the bathroom, nose pin gone. She got one look of the toilet, smelled the stench of fresh manure x50, and fainted, gagging.