Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Soarin' arrived in his room. There, he grabbed the zipper of his fligth suit, pulling it down, causing the messy diaper underneath to fully expand and give off the noxious fumes it created.

"Phew, that pie must've been made with rocks and carbon," Sorain' muttered to himself, as he untaped his diaper, letting it fall on the floor with a loud squelch, before picking it up and throwing it inside the waste bin. Soarin' then took the mustard mixture jar, opened it and poured it on the waste bin.

"This should cover up the smell," Soarin' declared, as he sprinkled the mustard water onto the used diaper. Down so, he walked to the bathroom to clean up his butt. As he did so, he saw several cadets and officers trudging along towards the bathroom, which, with each passing minute, turned itself into a queue leading to the bathroom. Soarin' shrugged, as he inserted himself into the queue.

"Do it first, ask questions later." He muttered to himself, as he moved forward behind an orange pegasus with brown and cobalt blue mane, and a suspicious bulge in his half-open flight suit. He looked familiar to Soarin'

"I have to crap... oh, how much I have to crap..." He moaned, as he moved forward by one step. The voice made Soarin' realize his identity.

"Bluestar, why are you in line, aren't you..."

"Yes, I need those diapers, but I always try to get there..." Bluestar said, before begin begin interrupted by a loud rude noise, one that made him whimper. "Too late..."

Soarin’' smiled at Bluestar, patting his back. Shortly after, there was a loud blarting sound coming from behind him.

"Damnit! I soiled the suit!" A female cadet said angrily "I should've avoid to eat that pie!"

Turning around, Soarin' saw some drops of poop leaking from the white cadet's suit. However, what was getting his attention was the mention of pie.

"A pie? Causing all of this?" Soarin' asked.

"Well, yeah. The Royal Navy sent us a stock of lemon and apple pies," the cadet said, as she shook and farted again "something tells me they pulled a prank on us."

Soarin' felt the smell hit his nostrils. Shortly after, there was series of farts which went off like a line of fire of musketeers and that produced a likewise awful smell. Soarin’' sighed

"This is going to be a long day, isn't it?"