Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

“This is not what it looks like, I swear.” Applejack said weakly, as Apple Bloom glared at her. She had spit out her pacifier in shock, and it was currently laying on the floor next to the bed.

“Oh really, because I’d say it’s exactly what it looks like. And I’h should know, I just had to toss out one of your dirty diapers!” Apple Bloom replied, cringing in disgust at the memory of such an action.

“But you don’t understand, there’s a perfectly good reason why I’m usin’ diapers instead of the toilet.” Applejack protested.

“Applejack, how old do you think I am, four? You don’t really expect me to believe that story, do you?” Apple Bloom asked, rolling her eyes at her sister’s stupidity.

“I’m bein’ honest!” Applejack insisted “You gotta believe me!” It was then that she felt her stomach give off a very ominous gurgle, reminding her that lunch was on its way out.

Apple Bloom quickly noticed Applejack’s look of concern, and beat red face. She knew what that meant, and she didn’t like it. Reacting quickly, she raced forward, and grabbed her sister by the hoof. “Oh no you don’t! You ain’t poopin’ in that diaper! If ya gotta do your business, you’re doin’ it in the toilet!” And Apple Bloom dragged Applejack out of her bedroom, and down the hall to the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, Apple Bloom quickly shut the door behind her, turned on the fan, and removed Applejack’s diaper before the apple farmer had a chance to release her bowels.

“Go on, sit on that toilet! I don’t wanna hear any complaints, just the sound of poop landin’ in the toilet bowl!” Apple Bloom insisted, as she dragged her sister to the toilet and sat her on it.

“But Apple Bloom-” Applejack began.

“No buts! There’s no reason why you can’t use the toilet like a normal pony! And I refuse to change you!” Apple Bloom interrupted “You can hold it in for as long as you like, but you’re not leavin’ the bathroom until your poop’s in the toilet bowl! No ifs, ands, or buts!”

Applejack wanted to protest, and get up from the toilet, but her body had other plans in mind. Just as the apple farmer was about to raise her rump off the seat, a faint fart ripped through the air, followed seconds later by the sound of something plopping down into the bowl. It went on and on for what felt like ages to Applejack. All the while, Apple Bloom pinched her nose to block out the smell.

At long last, Applejack finished her business, and reluctantly wiped herself clean with the roll of toilet paper. Without looking, she dumped the used pieces in the bowl.

Apple Bloom proceeded to flush the toilet, but much to her surprise and horror, the manure did not go down the drain. Instead, the manure, and the toilet water, began to rise, to the point where it threatened to spill out of the bowl and onto the floor.

“Now you know why I wear diapers! It’s so that I don’t clog the toilet when I eat those five cheese, seven bean burritos!” Applejack said with a smirk, as Apple Bloom raced out of the bathroom to find Big Macintosh, and tell him that the toilet had overflowed.

Triumphant, Applejack taped a new diaper on, popped her pacifier into her mouth, and plopped into bed with one of her stuffed animals, smirking.