Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

“Stupid Daddy, why does he make me do these things?” Diamond Tiara thought unhappily to herself, as she gazed longingly out at her pool from the bathroom window.

Per her father’s insistence, Diamond Tiara had reluctantly invited her classmates over to her house for a pool party.

Randolph, her butler, was serving as the lifeguard. He watched the various colts and fillies of Diamond Tiara’s class as they were either splashing around in the pool, playing with pool toys, jumping off of the diving board, or just relaxing on inflatable floats.

Normally, Diamond Tiara would’ve been willing to suck up the fact that she was sharing her pool with anypony besides Silver Spoon (who, ironically, was the only one unable to attend the party. She was out of town with her parents on an important business trip), and gone out to try and enjoy herself.

But under the current circumstances, the pool was the last place Diamond Tiara wanted to be.

As the result of a bad carriage accident, Diamond Tiara had been left temporarily unable to control her bladder or her bowels. The doctors told her that the organs responsible for such a process had been damaged, and would need time to recover. They estimated that it would be at least four months before she could once again control her bodily wastes.

And so it was that Diamond Tiara was sitting unhappily in the bathroom, a pink swim diaper resting on the tiled floor, as her regular medical diaper hung limp and neglected around her ankles, while she sat on the toilet. Hoping beyond hope, that if she stayed there long enough, she would release into the bowl, and not into her swim diaper.

But even if she did so, Diamond Tiara wasn’t going to leave the bathroom while the pool party was in full swing. She knew her father would never let her go out without a diaper on. And she didn’t want her classmates to see her in this weakened state.

It was hard enough finding dresses she could wear to school to cover up her diapers, and finding ways to slip out of class to change, without attracting attention.

There was no way she was going to let herself be subjected to the unending amounts of jeers, laughs, and taunts that would surely come her way if she was exposed. The very thought of being publicly humiliated made Diamond Tiara want to curl up into a ball and just disappear.

“I told Daddy I didn’t want to hold a stupid pool party! But would he listen, no!” Diamond Tiara complained to herself. She knew there was nopony who could reply, but she didn’t care. It gave her something to do, other than focus on the reason for her seclusion during her own pool party.

Just then, her thoughts of self pity and anger were interrupted by a knock on her bathroom door.

“Hey, Diamond Tiara, hurry it up in there will you?!” came the familiar tomcoltish voice of Scootaloo “I have to use the bathroom, really badly!”

Diamond Tiara quickly responded by saying “In a minute, Scootaloo. Give me some time to finish up. It’s not my fault you have to go so badly, you should’ve gone before you came over here!” She peered down into the toilet bowl, sighing when she saw that nothing had come out, the water was still clear and undisturbed.

“Fine then, just don’t blame me when I leave a ‘present’ on your floors!” Scootaloo snapped “You’ve been in there for some time now, what’s the hold up?!”

“Geez, Scootapoo, don’t rush me!” Diamond Tiara snapped back, and with a sigh, she got off the toilet, flushed, and put the lid down. She then finished removing her regular diaper, and reluctantly put on her swim diaper. Try as she might, she knew there was nothing she could do to hide it from Scootaloo, unless she were to hop into the shower. But that would seem suspicious.

Reluctantly, Diamond Tiara washed her hooves, then trotted over to the bathroom door, and opened it. Mentally preparing herself for the social stigma she had worked so hard to maintain to come crashing down.

But much to Diamond Tiara’s surprise, when the door was opened all the way, in trotted Scootaloo in a very thick (but thankfully unused) diaper. “Thanks for finally opening the door, I don’t know if I could’ve held it in much longer.” she said to Diamond Tiara, completely ignoring the swim diaper around the rich filly’s rump, as she took off her own diaper and headed for the toilet.

Diamond Tiara wanted to say something, but found that she suddenly couldn’t bring herself to speak. She just stood there with her mouth hanging open in surprise, as if she were a mime.

Was Scootaloo blind? Surely, she had to have seen the swim diaper that Diamond Tiara was wearing. So why had she not said anything?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Scootaloo spoke up, attracting Diamond Tiara’s attention (as well as snapping her out of her frozen state) “Why am I wearing a diaper when I can use the bathroom just fine? And why didn’t I say anything about your swim diaper?”

Diamond Tiara tried to bring herself to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out right. All she managed, was a faint “Yes.”

“Well, my mom’s always so overprotective of me, especially since my dad’s almost never around,” Scootaloo explained “She insists on making me wear a diaper whenever I go out for long periods of time. She claims it’s to keep me safe, and so I don’t have any accidents on ponies floors  if I can’t find a bathroom. She’s weird like that, but it’s what moms do.” She blushed, “They do kind of feel nice though.” She admitted.

“That still doesn’t explain why you failed to notice my swim diaper.” Diamond Tiara realized, suddenly wishing she hadn’t said anything.

“Eh, I can’t really make fun of somepony wearing a diaper when I’m wearing one myself,” Scootaloo replied “Now, would you mind getting out of here?! I like my privacy, thank you! And besides, you don’t want to miss your pool party!”