Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Lyra was starting to regret of having had so much boar stew and polenta, before going to the Comic Book Convention in Lucca. Her belly gurgled ominously, her quite thick diaper crinkling as she walked quickly, his eyes laying on the long queue for the tickets to the con.

"Oh God, where this starts? Where this starts?" She muttered exasperated "I went past Saint Concordio and it's still going, it's gonna take me all day!"

Lyra Heartstrings however kept moving, still hoping that the tickets’ line for the convention was, by some sort of miracle, going to be sorted out faster this year. She kept walking, looking around her, only to see closed bars and pubs on a side and the ludicrously long line of people in variosu costumes on the other one, which made her sigh.

"Please, please, please..." Lyra muttered, turning around on a street corner and walking a few more meters, until she saw an interruption in the queue to the tickets. Lyra rose her right first to the air and cheered.

"Finally!" She shrieked, as she ran to the line's end and joined the queue.

"It's all easier from there, I'm sure of it." Lyra muttered to herself, in the attempt to reassure herself. "I. Am. Sure. Of. It."

Lyra Heartstrings’ lower body was aching like nothing else, which made her wish she could bend over and hold her guts, instead of being forced to be upright due to the sheer compactness of the line of people.

She was biting her lower lip, trying her best to hold it in a little more.

"I'm just next to the old cigar factory where the ticket booths are," Lyra told to herself at a low voice, making a baby step forward in synchrony with the other people in line. "I'll have just to resist until I'm out, then I'll be able to use my diaper."

Lyra grinned and nodded to herself, sweating both due to the sheer effort needed and the heat generated by standing so closely knit with other people.

She felt a twinge of pain coming, which made her release a wet fart. Lyra blushed and bowed her head.

"N-no!" She muttered, strongly wishing that she hadn't been heard or smelt, even if it was doubtful, in such a tight space. "I have to-"

She was cut off by one of her farts, as she felt explode, her pain in the lower body transferring to her butthole. Lyra yelped, blushing beet red due to the mushy sensation mushed against her butt, not helped by the two guys behind her pushing her padded messy rear.

"Oh no!" Lyra exclaimed out loud, gaining the stares of all the people in the vicinity.

"Iolai, ma lo senti che olezzo?" The guy behind her declared, before pushing against her butt again, much to Lyra's displeasure. "Oh troiaio, ti sei caata addosso?!"

She did not understand his words, but she surely could understand the looks of disgust of some peple in the line.

"Ibbò! Vatte a cambià lesta lesta!" "Maremma maiala, vabbè che siam nerdi, però, o nàcchera, questa un' è maniera!" "Ae, ae, ae, la guagliona s'è ccacata in coppa a sè!"

Lyra Heartstring wished she coul up out of existence right there, right now, squeaking and blushing. Soon the crowd was dispersed, as a man wearing a yellow and red shirt came from the line's sides. Somehow managing to dispel the crowd, he went near Lyra and grabbed her hand.

"Alzate e vieni con me, così ti posso cambia'!"

Lyra got up and followed the man towards wherever he wanted to bring her, likely a chemical bathroom.

"When I'll go back home, nobody will believe me!" Lyra muttered to herself.

"Dè, Vittorio, hai fatto il video? Possiam diventà famosi con codesto!"