Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Pound Cake was not sure he understood why his daddy had brought him to this place known as the doctor’s office. Whenever he came here, it was always with his twin sister, and more often than it not it involved shots.

But as he looked around the so called “Waiting Room” he could see that something was different. Normally, the office was full of colts and fillies big and small alike, but today the only foals he could see were all like him, colts.

“Daddy, why you bring me here? I not sick.” Pound Cake asked his daddy, as he sat in his lap.

“Pound Cake, you are here because of an important tradition that has been part of your family line for generations,” Mr. Cake explained, a green diaper bag slung over his left shoulder “It’s a process called circumcision.”

“What that mean?” Pound Cake asked “That some shot, me hate shots! They hurt!”

“It’s not a shot, Pound Cake,” Mr. Cake said with a slight chuckle “It’s something very important, at least in this family. Every stallion in the Cake line has gotten it at some point.”

“Why?” Pound Cake asked nervously, a few small drops of pee leaking into his diaper due to the anxiety.

Before Mr. Cake had a chance to explain, Nurse Redheart stepped out into the waiting room and called out “Pound Cake?”

“Come on, Pound Cake! The sooner we go into one of the rooms, the sooner we get this circumcision over with.” Mr. Cake said, as he scooped Pound Cake into his arms, and followed Nurse Redheart through the door.

“But Daddy, I peed!” Pound Cake said in embarrassment “He was getting to the point where he almost never wet himself in public, and he hated how cold and clammy his diaper felt if it stayed wet for too long.

“I know, Pound Cake, I’ll change you as soon as Nurse Redheart finishes taking your vital signs.” Mr. Cake promised, as Nurse Redheart proceeded to measure Pound Cake’s height, weight, and blood pressure, as well as take his temperature.

Almost before Pound Cake knew it, the circumcision was over. The area where the procedure had been performed now felt a lot different. His daddy told him that such a thing was normal.

“Daddy, why you let that pony touch my wee-wee with that cold tool?” Pound Cake asked, trying not to cry “It not feel good.”

“I know, Pound Cake, I know. But the procedure is over, and the Cake family tradition has been continued” Mr. Cake said with a weary smile, recalling his own circumcision experience “Now, let’s put your diaper back on, and I’ll buy you some ice cream. Okay?”

“Okay.” Pound Cake nodded, hoping that his sister wouldn’t have to go through the same experience.