Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Rarity Belle hummed a tune she had heard on the radio. The song had gotten in her head, even if she didn’t particularly like the author.

The Teen Baby fashionista had gotten a request from the up and coming singer, Sapphire Shores, because, due to the nature of her often long concerts, Rarity had been tasked with making at least four outfits with in-built in diapers, so there needn't be as many interruptions.

Rarity’s own diaper crinkled softly beneath her hand-made onesie. It was similar to the one she had made for Sunset, except in a soft pink, with intertwining balloons and diamonds. Her girlfriend Pinkie had a matching one in white.

Rarity prided herself in her ownership of a store, especially one in the fashion industry, at such a young age. The store originally belonged to her grandfather, when it was but a simple haberdashery. A solar powered light illuminated her work table. She had finished two outfits: the inbuilt cloth with a plastic coating, diapers would attach to the wearer folding out from a hidden compartment in the skirt. This wall all thanks to the Equestrian magic she and her friends possessed. Both Princess Twilight and Sunset had been helping them focus their powers. Both Rainbow and Pinkie had jokingly suggested they should become a band of superheroes. Rarity sighed, as she soaked her diaper once more. While she originally became a TB to stress, she had to admit not only was it fun, but the diapers aided her in doing long commissions.

“Speaking of commissions.” Rarity whispered, shivering in delight. She thought about the hidden safe she had. It was mainly used for large payouts. Sapphire had given her about twenty five hundred dollars, which had caused Rarity’s heart to soar. She thanked Sapphire repeatedly, and had immediately gone to work. “I hope I’m making grandfather proud.” She said, as she finished another dress.

Rarity yawned, rubbing her eyes. The four dresses were finally done. She stretched, smiling. “A job well done.” She yawned, and padded to the kitchen (though not before changing out of her soaked diaper, the teen baby hated diaper rashes). “Hmm, what shall I have for a late night snack? Ah!” She took some salad she had to go from an Italian restaurant, and squirted the ranch-like sauce she had been given.

Humming, she began eating it with a bottle of milk. Washing her dishes, she sleepily waddled to her room. But not before locking her store’s door. She used a chain, and then double bolted it. Satisfied, she waddled up the stairs, and to her nursery/bedroom. She tucked herself into her crib, wrapping her arms around a stuffed dragon plushie.

Little did Rarity know, the sauce was a bit off. Her bowels were in for a rude awakening....