Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, as she hopped into the public park. Her fellow Ponyvillains hadn’t quipped about why the resident Princess was now a diapered kangaroo. Stranger things had occurred in Ponyville over the five-ish years Twilight had occupied the town.

The twins had been more or less quite. They had chatted to eachother in the language of foals few understood above their age range. The crinkiling diaper brought a fierce blush to Twilight’s cheeks. While it was true she found the diaper oddly comfortable, and she often wore one when engaged in intense reading (As she was often too occupied in a good book to notice the tell tale signs she needed to relieve herself), there was also another reason.

Both Pound and Pumpkin were potty training. The sheer oddity of Twilight more or less needing diapers, lest she ruin a perfectly good toilet, contrasted with the all most out of diaper foals in her pouch. Granted, she had a sneaking suspicion the duo would be diapered after their potty training was complete.

¨Alright, we’re here you two.¨ Twilight smiled, gently pulling the two out of her pouch. It felt so...odd to have hands, or hand like paws, outside of her human world form. Yet, here she was, an Alicorn pony turned kangaroo. She set the smiling foals in the sandbox, and hopped over to a nearby bench. Twilight hummed, as she propped open a book.

Pound and Pumpkin chatted to each other, occasionally making sure they had their sand play equipment, mainly two buckets and two plastic shovels. Or, were they trowels? Either way, the twins didn’t really care, as long as they could build.

Twilight’s reading of one of her favorite novels, Dune was cut short by a gurgling noise. The mare-turned-kangaroo’s eyes widened, as she knew the cause. She had, as usual, overdone it at MareDonalds. She had eaten two and a half boxes of their cheesy bacon fries. Not only was eating too much cheese (which she had no fear of, just quesadillas after an accidental spell during her fillyhood made some she was eating come to life and try to eat her), was like giving Twilight a powerful enema, but eating meat, while possible for ponies, would, in large quantities, give them diarrhea. Twilight whimpered, shifting slightly. One paw rubbed her stomach as she tried to quell the urge.

Twilight glanced around, she and the twins were the only beings in the park. She glanced at her diaper, and then at the bathroom. By her calculations, judging by how badly she had to go, there was little chance she would make it to the lavatories in time, and even then there was the fact that she was not a pony. Blushing, she knew what she had to do. Putting her book down, she got up, and squatted a little. She placed her paws on her knees, and shut her eyes. Grunting, Twilight began to unload her bowels into her diaper. The thick padding expanded significantly, and began to sag low.

Pound nudged his sister, and whispered, “Hey, Auntie Twilight going poopie.” He pointed.

Twilight finished, and fidgeted in her full diaper. “Maybe we can help her.” He suggested, as he and Pumpkin toddled over. “Auntie, maybe we help change your diapee?”

Twilight blushed, and stared at the two foals beneath her. True, it would be quite embarrassing to be changed by two foals currently undergoing toilet training, but it would at least allow her to keep a better eye on them, rather than hop into the bathroom and change there (every wise foalsitter knows that abandoning the foals you’re watching, even for a second, is a big no no). Plus, the faces they were giving her were nigh impossible to resist. “Alright, fine. But be quick.” She said, and reluctantly laid down on the bench with a muffled squish. Twilight had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Pound and Pumpkin reached into their diaper bag, and pulled out the necessary supplies. They grabbed one of Twilight’s spares, a large, dark purple diaper, wipes, and gas masks (they had learned long ago, after eating some of their Auntie Pinkie’s burritos, how awful most messy diapers could smell). This brought an even larger blush to Twilight’s face. The twins cringed when they opened the diaper, exposing the mountain of mare/kangaroo manure to the world. Pumpkin’s horn glowed, as she slowly, carefully levitated the overfull diaper into a nearby trash can.

With some instruction from Twilight (the duo had changed each other a few times before, though they had to often get it corrected by Pinkie or their parents), they carefully cleaned Twilight’s rear of manure, until she was more or less spotless. Twilight helped them tape the diaper up, and sat up, “Thanks guys.” She smiled slightly. The twins merely smiled back in response.

Suddenly, a look of concern passed over Pumpkin’s face. “Auntie Twilight, did yous remember to bring ouw twaining potties?” She asked nervously, shifting.

“Yeah, we need to go, badly.” Pound Cake added.