Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Silver Spoon liked to go out with Sweetie Belle to Twilight Velvet's new business in her town. Since Sweetie Belle had narrated her the wonders of Age Play, Silver Spoon had always found it interesting and very relaxing, much more than the trips to the Spa she used to do beforehand.

This happened to be a powerful too for diplomacy, because, thanks to the close bond that created by Age Play between Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon, it brought the rivality between the Cutie Mark Crusders and Diamond Tiara's servants. Pacifiers and rattles, apparently, had more effect than spanking rods and farm corvèes.

But the idea of going to Twilight Velvet and Pinkie Pie's place to find a love relationship was something that Silver Spoon could not coencieve.

"C'mon, kiss me. It's not so hard!" Featherwieght said, puckering his lips towards silver Spoon's left cheek. silver spoon delicately psuhed him aside, making him wabble crinkling in his huge light blue cloud-patterned diaper.

"Not going to do that, Feather," she said, crossing her arms and pouting behind her white pacifier "not until you give me a reason for do so!"

"Well, for one, we'vee been deskmates at school often," he said, trying to go back on his fours again "because I gave you some cheat sheets during some tests, because..."

"Those don't count. While I am grateful for them, that doesn't mean I'm going to romance you!" She said, still pouting, the pacifier almost making her slip.

"What about when I shared my dinner with you in Flowerence?" Featherweight said, finally managing to get up and waddle towards Silver Spoon.

"It was one time." Silver Spoon said, slowly moving herself away from the waddling Featherweight. He stopped, shrugged and walked forward.

"For the love of yourself, stop it."

"I just wnat a kiss!"

"You won't get one from me!"

Featherweight turned, crossed his arms and grunted annoyed.

"Meanie."

Silver Spoon giggled a the childish insult, before walking -- better yet, waddling -- away towards the toy chest awaiting at the other end of the room.

Imma pick a rattle. Those work very well for de-stressing, if coupled with a pacifier and a thick diaper. Silver Spoon briefly stopped, before squinting her eyes, concnetrating hard to wet herself, until, with a hiss, the diaper swollen up and shifted in color. There, all done, now it's big enough.

Nap Time came. Silver Spoon, obeying Velvet, had put herself under the covers of her crib, hugging a stuffed lion against her chest, huddlign her knees clsoer to her chest and suckling on the pacifier gently.

As she slept a dreamless but paeceful sleep, Silver Spoon heard a smack and a small wet sensation on her expsoed cheek. Fluttering her eyes open, she saw somepony with a messy diaper fluttering away from her crib into another one while chuckling. Silver Spoon groaned.

"That didn't count, Fatherweight," hse said, rolling around and blushing softly.