Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Mosconi proved to be quite resistant to even spanking, despite the pain that built up on his rump as a result.

Twilight groaned, but refused to give up. “One way or another, I’m going to silence that potty mouth of yours.” she thought angrily to herself, as she held Mosconi in her magic, and washed her hoof until it was sparkling clean again.

Once Twilight had cleaned herself up, she briefly put Mosconi’s diaper back on, while she carried him to the nursery, and set him on the changing table. She was relieved that even with all the swearing Mosconi was spewing, it had not shattered.

Before she could begin to think about changing Mosconi’s dirty diaper though, Twilight bent down, and retrieved a purple colored pacifier. She quickly shoved it into Mosconi’s mouth. “Go ahead and swear, see what happens!” Twilight said furiously.

“Tu sei pazza, cavala, Dio c-ahi!” Mosconi recoiled and winced in pain, as he felt a small jolt of electricity assault him. It only lasted for a second, and it was clearly at a low voltage, but it stung far worse than anything he had ever felt before. “Gazz’è? Tu sei una tr-ahi!” he swore, before his sentence was cut off by another jolt of electricity. “Dio c-ahi! Calunque roba io dico è blocata! Dio c-ahi!”

“That’s right, every time you try to swear from now on, you’ll feel a small shock courtesy of that pacifier,” Twilight explained “And don’t bother trying to take it out. It only responds to my magic. I didn’t want to do this, but you left me no other choice!”

“Ma vaffa-ahi!” Mosconi shouted, once again receiving a jolt of electricity as a result. He continued to try and swear, only to have his sentences be interrupted by jolts of electricity that caused him to shout “Ahi!” in response.

“Are you done yet?!” Twilight asked angrily, as Mosconi finally clued into the reality of his situation. He reluctantly nodded, which Twilight took as a sign that he had learned his lesson. “Good, now let’s take care of that dirty diaper. Unless you’d like to sit in your own filth and get a diaper rash.

“Tu non sei non mia mare! Io non vèro del tuo juto in niente!” Mosconi shouted defiantly.

“Mister, you are in no position to make such an argument,” Twilight replied “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way! And I don’t think you’ll like the hard way!”

“Te parmeterò di cambiarmi, però mi te devi silenziare!” Mosconi asked, wanting nothing more than to silence the agony of listening to this mare talk to him.

“Of course, finally, we’re getting somewhere!” Twilight sighed, as she used her magic to pull down Mosconi’s diaper, bale it up, and toss into a nearby waste bin for disposal later. She quickly wiped and powdered him, then set him into a new diaper.

As Mosconi was lifted off the changing table, he looked at Twilight, and glared angrily at her. “Troverò una maneria per far finire stà cosa, vecia cavala mata. Son il sangre del padre mio e vegno dal Veneto, non farmi bestemiar es una cosa ridicula!” he thought to himself

Twilight, meanwhile, was wondering to herself “What kind of sperm could’ve produced this foul mouthed child? It’s like he was born with a vendetta against the world or something.” But she would worry about that later, right now, she had a puddle and several crystal shards to clean up.