Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Trixie’s eyes shot open, as she quickly sat up in bed. She looked around, then at herself, sweating profusely. Trixie was breathing heavily, she had just suffered the most awful nightmare where she had killed herself via an overdose of sleeping pills. She quickly patted herself, and her now full diaper, “Just a nightmare.” She muttered.

It had been two and a half weeks since her very stinky diaper, and her belief that her social life had plummeted. She hugged her stuffed teddy bear, Ursa Minor, close

Trixie's head shot up as her front door open. In stepped her mother, Carol Lulamoon, who liked like Trixie would in her early forties. “Bad dream sweetie?” Carol asked, as her daughter nodded. Coming over, she sat on the bed, and embraced her daughter. “Mind telling me what it was about?”

Trixie told her, shaking slightly. Carol sniffled, and nuzzled her daughter. “You’re alright sweetie, and just one very messy accident isn’t going to ruin your social life. I’m sure your friends had them at one point or another.” She rubbed Trixie’s back. She hadn’t been too surprised when her daughter decided she didn’t want to be potty trained. Both Carol and Morgan had been late bloomers in regards to potty training, and they came to realize that this was causing them to put unnecessary pressure on their daughter during that period of time.

“T-thanks Mom.” Trixie smiled slightly. She blushed, feeling her diaper smush against her. Those peanut butter crackers always went right through her “C-could you please change me, and, stay by my side?” She squirmed.

Carol pecked her daughter on the forehead. “Of course honey.¨ Bringing out the changing supplies, she lovingly wiped her daughter clean, and taped on a new diaper, blue with a star pattern. “Maybe a certain magician would like some hot coco?” she asked lovingly

Trixie nodded cutely, as her mother left to prepare the treat. “Thanks Mom.” She smiled warmly. She grabbed the accursed pills from her drawer, and flushed them down the toilet. Once the hot coco was down her throat, she drifted off to more peaceful dreams.

It was then she realized that she was out of diapers. The teen baby could only hope either her mom or dad remembered to buy more.