Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

“Phew, Lyra, just what did you eat?” Bon Bon exclaimed, as she recoiled at the awful stench of Lyra’s soiled diaper.

“I guess Italian food really doesn’t agree with my stomach,” Lyra chuckled nervously “Sorry about the smell. Probably should’ve said something about that earlier.”

“You’re lucky you’re so adorable that I can’t stay mad at you, or you’d be sleeping on the couch tonight,” Bon Bon said seriously, as she dropped the diaper into a plastic bag for disposal later “Now, let’s get the little baby into a fresh diapee.”

Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first Bon Bon had changed her diaper, Lyra couldn’t help but blush, as the wet wipes made contact with her skin, wiping away her mess.

Bon Bon proved to be very skillful, and in only a matter of seconds, she had changed her girlfriend into a clean diaper. The two girls breathing in the welcome and refreshing scent of baby powder.

“Thanks for cleaning me up, Bon Bon. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment when I soiled myself in front of all those nerds,” Lyra smiled “I’m so glad your cousin found me, when he did.”

“Indeed you are.” Bon Bon replied, and went to wash her hands.

“Say, do you think you could let him accompany me back to the convention?” Lyra asked “I don’t know if they’ll let me back after my accident. Although, I could use that to my advantage to cut in line.”

“Lyra, you are not line jumping by pretending to have a dirty diaper,” Bon Bon shook her head “It would never work.”

“It was worth a shot.” Lyra sighed, as she reluctantly accepted the reality of having to wait in that long line again.

“There is some good news though,” Bon Bon explained with a smile “I sent Lode out to hold your place. As long as you promise to not have any more accidents, you can get back in line where you were originally. It’s one of the benefits of having a convention in Lucca. They’re pretty lenient when it comes to letting others hold your spot.”

“Don’t worry, Bonnie, I’m not going to mess myself. I’ll remember my potty training.” Lyra promised, and made a mental note to avoid eating Italian food if she knew she was going to be standing in a long line for over an hour.