Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Apple Bloom could not understand from where the foul smell she was smelling came from, as she was sure she hadn't forgot to clean up everything around the house, after her siblings' work in the pigpen.

Where is it? Apple Bloom thought, as she exited from the kitchen, finding it squeaky-clean, to then sniff the air again.

Looks the smell comes from upstairs, Apple Bloom thought, as she sniffed again and walked following the bad scent Let's see.

Apple Bloom walked, following the trail, going up the stairs, not a single sound begin heard anywhere in the house, almost eerily enough.

Uh-uh? Everypony asleep? At this hour of the day? That's odd, Apple Bloom thought, as she finished her walk up the stairs, and made a turn in the alley, the foul smell getting stronger and stronger each step taken forward, making apple Blom scrunch her nose.

Ugh... something that smells so bad mustn't be very easy to clean up... it'll take me forever!

She kept walking, until she reached the end f the alley, where the bedrooms were. Near to Applejack's bedroom, Apple Bloom noticed a small white pile of white and yellow sheets stacked up. Judging from the smell's intensity by now, they were the source.

Yuck! What the hay happened to those? Apple Bloom wodnered, as she reeked, before holding her breath and throwing the sheets away. As her face turned into a hue in-between the green and the blue, she pulled the sheets away, revealing what was underneath it.

It looks like a... a... a nappy? Apple Bloom said, rushing away in the attempt to escape the fetor emanated from the used garment. Why is it there? And why is it used? Granny Smith said that she still can use the toilet, so what's an adult diaper doing here?

As Apple Bloom regained breath, she stood still, trying to find an answer, before deciding that the only way to do it was to ask to her sister and, maybe, her brother.

Apple Bloom took a rag, dropped it in water, then teid it to her nose and mouth, so to close off the smell. With this done, she went back upstairs, moved the diaper and sheets away, carefully avoiding spilling, then she lowered the handle, openign the door inwards.

What she saw was... surprising.

She saw Applejack lying on bed, a white bonnet tied to her head, blue pacifier in her mouth, and, on her flank, a white frilly diaper.

“uuumm... I can explain, I think?"