Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Rarity shifted in her seat. She rubbed her stomach, which let out a gurgle in response. A torn pair of faded blue slacks sat on her work table. Sunset had brought them over, asking if they could be fixed. There was a large whole in the buttocks area, and some down the legs. “Almost done....” Rarity mumbled to herself, lacing a thread through the needle. She blushed when a small FRRT of gas flew out of her rear. “Curse you Taco Tuesday.” She muttered. Sonata had decided to get them tacos on the house. Unfortunately for the Teen Baby, Rarity had run out of diapers. The only thing around her waist was her skirt, and her light pink underwear. She squirmed as she felt a growing pressure in her stomach.

She set the needle down when she felt the pressure shift. “That’s it. I’ll just use the bathroom, and get back to work.” She kept one hand on her stomach, as she exited her work room. She shuffled her way forward, letting out gas all the while. She made it to the bathroom, sweating. SHe could feel her waste threatening to escape. “Come on, come on.” The fashionista whispered. She jiggled the handle, and found the door locked.

She knocked ans asked, a hint of panic in her voice “Sweetie? Are you done in there?”

“Almost!” Her younger sister’s voice responded through the oak door. That was when Rarity started feeling her control start to slip. She knew it she couldn’t hold it and, sniffling, she felt a warm mass descend into her underwear, causing it to sag. She hated ruining underwear.

She pushed the door open, and found her sister, blushing. Rarity glared at her, the stench in her underwear reaching out.

“Sis, the toilet’s clogged.” Sweetie said.