Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Thunderlane was feeling less than impressed, with her current predicament.

"What?" She said, leaning his head forward to the doctor, while he closed the nursery's door behind him "You mean that all of this has been caused by my sweet little colt having issues with his very first change of feathers?"

The doctor, a dark gray thin stallion with a short messy curly white mane wearing a brown trenchcoat with the Red sun's symbol stitched on he heart's side of his coat nodded, thusly sending his round black shades down his muzzle, revealing a feast of eye wrinkles rivaling the one of an elephant.

"Inbreeding's a bitch," the doctor said "screwed-up genetics mixed up with pegasi magic tends to cause the most weird kinds of mutations."

Thunderlane looked at the doctor sideways, as he then looked at what he was carrying, namely, a big red bag brim full of what looked like colorful crystals and repurposed table salts mixed with grains of bath salts, along with some white canisters with their label torn off in places, revealing half of the brand's name, "Dax" and some green and blue designs.

"So, you're telling me that by buying your crystals and your 'magic liquid' for enemas will fix my son's problem with his wastes and his feathers not fully growing back."

The doctor nodded, as he adjusted his sunglasses on his muzzle.

"I'm completely, absolutely, totally sure!" he said, as he then moved the red bag forward "I'll be one hundred bits for the two-week long therapy."

Thunderlane looked at the bag again and more closely, thinking whether take it up or not, humming thoughtfully as he did so, before making his decision with a humph.

"SOrry sir, but you don't look very trustworthy. I'll look for another solution."

The stallion's smile turned immediately in a small frown, before going back to a grin, which was now clearly forced.

"Whatever floats your boat mate," he said, as he turned around and walked away, quacking sounds from nowhere at every step he made on the floor. Thunderlane sighed.

"Let's see who can I can..." he said, as another loud cry from the nursery signaled that Thunderlane's son had used his diaper once more.