Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

"Wow... is that... ?"

"Yes, that's the diaper-changing machine, one born out my wits," Tinkerer said, as she dragged Scootaloo by her left hoof towards the imposing and complicated-looking piece of machinery. "Do you like it yet?"

Scootaloo grinned awkwardly, looking at its features. Truth to be told, the fact that certain parts were seemingly made out of knives, forks, pitchforks, saws, spiked wheels clearly stolen from a torture chamber, gurneys, wooden boxes and broomsticks, all of this held together by ropes, spit and prayers.

Tinkerer lifted Scootaloo up and threw her onto the gurney, before hurrying on the other side of the machine.

"Stand still, otherwise you'll get hurt!" She said. Scootaloo, naturally, decided to do the exact opposite, by getting up from the gurney and rushing out of the machine.

"I'm sorry," she said, as she kept running away "But I don't trust that piece of-"

Before she could finish, the giant gadget suddenly whined and produced a loud whirr, until it blew up with a mighty roar, scattering scraps, shrapnel and wood splinters all over the place and blowing both Tinkerer and Scootaloo away.

Tinkerer whined, as she got splinters taken out of her flesh.

"That's what you get for not securing your machinery." Nurse Redheart said, as she pulled out the last of the shrapnel. "You must be grateful you didn't lose your life, or that you did not get grievously wounded."

Scootaloo groaned, as she rubbed her head and resisted the temptation to do he same on her bandage-covered flank. "Yeah. I'm lucky I just got a concussion and nothing else, or it would've been really ugly."

Tinkerer could not answer, for Nurse Redheart was cauterizing her wounds with heated-up tweezers, thusly forcing her to bite her tongue.

"Three-hundred and seventy-six shrapnel wounds around the perineum and the dock, and just as many cauterizations... I don't think I've ever done so many in my entire career as a nurse."