Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Please, stop! I’ll do anything, anything!” Scootaloo screamed, and jolted awake with a start. As she caught her breath, and tried to steady her beating heart, Scootaloo took in the sights of her room.

She was relieved when she saw that she was still in the nursery her mother had prepared for her. “Never thought I’d actually be glad to have this around.” Scootaloo thought, as she reached through the bars of her crib, grabbed a cyan blue pacifier, and instinctively began to suck on it to calm down.

Just then, the door to the nursery was opened, and in trotted Dizzy Twister. With a cautious smile, she went over to her daughter’s crib, pulled out her pacifier, and asked “Did you have another bad dream, my little pony?”

Scootaloo nodded, and tried her best not to cry. Regardless of the agony she had been subjected to in her dreams, she wanted to remain strong. Big ponies didn’t cry, even if they were wearing (and sometimes using) things that most ponies outgrew after a few years. “This one was really bad though, you dropped me off at Twilight’s castle while I was small, and then she tried to use me as a buried model to study baby pegasi,” she told her mom “It was even worse than the ones where you put all those things up my butt that hurt, or the one in which I was shrunken to a foal because you used a poison joke shampoo.”

“Well, you seem to be having an awful lot of bad dreams lately,” Dizzy Twister commented, as she lifted Scootaloo out of the crib and placed her on the changing table to check her diaper “I’m impressed that you’re able to keep your diapers clean through all of this.”

“It’s those nightly potty breaks you make me take before bed, they really help,” Scootaloo replied, before she felt an ominous gurgle in her stomach “Speaking of potty, I kind of need to use it, badly!”

“Say no more, my little Wonderbolt. Hop aboard the potty express, and let’s go!” Dizzy Twister said, encouraging Scootaloo to climb onto her back. Scootaloo did so, and Dizzy Twister took off as fast as she could for the bathroom, taking great care not to go so fast that she upset her daughter, or caused her to fall off.

Dizzy Twister waited patiently outside the bathroom, as Scootaloo sat on the toilet and did her business. “Do you need any help wiping, Scootaloo?” Dizzy Twister called.

“No, I’m good. Thanks for the offer though.” Scootaloo replied, and flushed the toilet and washed her hooves. She then pulled her diaper back up, and trotted out of the bathroom.

“Say, Scootaloo, how would you like to sleep with your mommy tonight?” Dizzy Twister asked “That way, if you have another bad dream, Mommy will be there to comfort you.”

Scootaloo shrugged “That’s fine, I guess. Beats sleeping in the nursery, but can I at least have my pacifier to suck on? It helps me fall asleep.”

Dizzy Twister just smiled “Of course you can have your pacifier, my little athlete.”

Scootaloo cheered, and hugged her mom tightly “You’re the best!” she said happily.