Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Spitfire and Fleetfoot were shocked at Soarin’s ear piercing scream. He had passed out from drinking, much to the amusement of Fleetfoot.

“That Soarin really can’t hold his liquor, can he?” Fleetfoot teased.

“Fleetfoot, you know better than to make fun of a fellow Wonderbolt while he’s down and out!” Spitfire scolded, even though she knew that her words would fall on deaf ears. Fleetfoot wasn’t as much of a lightweight as Soarin, but it still didn’t take much for her to get tipsy.

“Hey, look over there!” Fleetfoot shouted, wobbling slightly “There’s a photo booth! I think I’m gonna get a picture of Soarin and I, with Soarin dressed as a baby! That’ll teach him to say my cooking sucks!”

“I’m going to have to end up babysitting the both of them before this night is over,” Spitfire groaned and thought to herself “I knew it was a mistake to break out the cider.”

Just seconds after taking the photo, Fleetfoot passed out as well. Leaving Spitfire to tend to her drunken teammates.

Unfortunately for Spitfire, Soarin woke up briefly with another scream, and this time it was enough to disorient her.

“Why does he keep babbling about this crazy nursery?” Spitfire thought to herself, as she picked up the passed out Co-Captain “It’s a good thing he’s wearing a diaper, he’s going to need it. I should probably diaper Fleetfoot as well, so she doesn’t soak her flight suit.” Spitfire was relieved no one had noticed her own diaper, which she always wore whenever she went to a bar. Sometimes, the cider could affect one’s control of their bodily functions.

Soarin opened his eyes, and shot up with a start. “What a nightmare!” he thought to himself, as he felt the sweat run down his body. Then, he became aware of something else. A really uncomfortable squishy sensation, and a rather foul smell wafted from his rear end.

Soarin looked down, and saw that he wasn’t in his Wonderbolt’s flight suit. He was wearing nothing but a thick white diaper, and as was evidenced by the huge brown lump at the front, he had messed it in his sleep. “Curse my love of pie,” he thought to himself, as he noticed he was sleeping in a crib with Fleetfoot. “How did we get here? The last thing I can remember, besides that awful nightmare with that messed up robo nanny, was drinking at the bar with Spitfire and Fleetfoot.”

Just as Fleetfoot began to wake up, and realize that she was wet, the door to the room the two Wonderbolts resided in was opened. In strolled Captain Spitfire, who had ditched her Wonderbolts flight suit, and now wore a nanny outfit.

“Well, it seems my foals are finally awake,” Spitfire said with a motherly smile “And from the looks of things, they need their diapers changed asap! Well, lucky for them, Nanny Spitfire is on care duty.”

“Nanny Spitfire?” Soarin said groggily.

“That’s correct, Soarin,” Spitfire replied sweetly “As far as I’m concerned, both you and Fleetfoot need somepony like me to take care of you. You need to lay off those pies, I don’t want to make a habit of changing your stinky diapers. You’re old enough to use a potty, but that doesn’t mean you can keep stuffing your body full of junk food.”

“Spitfire, I’m not three years old, I can take care of myself.” Soarin protested, even as he found himself unable to move, the weight of his messy diaper made it impossible for him to do so.

“Well, you can’t right now,” Spitfire replied, as she lifted Soarin out of the crib “Just sit back and relax, and let me handle everything. Once you and Fleetfoot are back to full health, you’re free to ditch your diapers.”

Soarin sighed, and blushed in embarrassment as Spitfire pulled down his messy diaper, and wiped him clean. “At least Rainbow Dash isn’t here to see any of this.” he thought to himself.