Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

"Alright... Hycartes Street  number 77," Rarity muttered as she read off the letter she had received some time ago, before lifting her head up, seeing a yellow and red rococo-styled palace in front of her. The number 77 was engraved onto the bronze door, and a giant doorknocker was hanging insdie a bronze lion's jaw.

"Yes, this msut be the place," rarity said to herself, as she used her magic to knock on the door with the doorknocker, which produced a rather loud clancking sound.

"Who's there?" A croaking feamle vocie said.

"Rarity, I have received a latter asking me to come over here," Rarity stated, as she tried to slip the letter udner the bronze door. "I will try to slip the letter under the door, is that okay?"

"Oh! That won't be necessary at all!" The mare behind the door said, just as the door started to loudly squeak and open inwards. "Come in, my employer is waiting just for you!"

Rarity nodded, as she slowly walked inside the building, revealing a very dark entrance that did not allow Rarity to see anything.

"Um... would itb e possible to light something up?" Rarity said "It is really dark in here..."

There was silence.

"Ma'am?"

Then, all of the sudden, there was a whoosing sound, and, shortly after, a sharp pain in Rarity's neck, one that caused her to collapse and close her eyes...

Rarity was woke up by the sound of paper crinkling and of snap-ons begin closed close to her. She groggily batted her eyes and rubbed her eyes with both her hooves.

"What happened?" she groaned.

"Oh, it is simple, my dear," a familiar male voice said, one that caused Rarity to shiver. "You are in one of my many houses, and you are going to serve me as my... 'training foal,' if you catch my meaning."

"B-Blueblood?" Rarity ssaid. "W-why am I in one of your houses? And what do you mean by 'training foal'?"

"Look down at yourself and behold."

Rarity slowly lifted her head and looked down at herself. She saw that she was wearing a red romper, with an overly-thick movement-impairing diaper underneath it. She let out a shrill scream at such a sight implying several nasty things, while Blueblood, still out of her viewing range, started to chuckle.

"If foals are this loud and whiny," He said, as he walked in, dressed in a light blue apron and a red slouch hat, carryign a baby bottle full of water in his magic grasp. "Then I love this already!"