Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Sweetie Belle was unsure if she had made a mistake, when she had agreed to go with her sister to the new buisness that opened in town, which had claimed it needed both advertisments and some clothing done.

"Does the diaper need to be this thick for all of this? I can't even join my knees togehter!" Sweetie Belle said as she attemtped just that, making the pink diaper covered with yellow-ish frilly plastic pants crinkle loudly, but still not making her knees anywhere close to touch. "Also, what's up with this dress?"

Sweetie Belle grabbed the purple hem of her white batiste dress, which contained, aside from many plissets around the waist, puffed up shoulders and short sleeves with light pink crochets as decorations, the in-built skirt with ribboned hems stopping shy of the diaper, thusly revealing the garment quite often, plus, a light blue pacifier was dandling on her chest by a matching-colored chain in turn hanging from a pacifier clip hidden by one the dress' creases.

"Well, Sweetie Belle, my dearest sister," Rarity said, as she shifted around, her short blue skirt barely covering her white cloth diaper, a pastel pink hearth sewn on the front, and the short light red shirt leaving her belly button exposed and her white lace bra somewhat visible "they did say they needed clothes and modles, both chidlren and adult ones, they simply did not say what for."

Sweetie Belle sighed, as she let herself sink in the red beanbag chair she had been sitting on for a while now.

"Guess you're right. I just hope that nobody in school will see me like this..." she pointed at her own dress with a hint of blush. Rarity chuckled, putitng a hand over her mouth.

"I am quite sure it will be fine. I mean, Baroque is all the rage of late, and who knows if they will notice the diapers at all." Rarity said, as she gestured with her arms around, laying on her back on her blue beanbag chair, just before grabbing her red pacifier and toy with it around. Sweetie Belle sighed and shrugged.

"Hopefully... but maybe the pacifiers will stick out" "Considered their usage in raves," Rarity said, popping it in her mouth and then extracting it a few seconds later "they might not mind it. As for me, I think they work wodners for de-stress, but, if it doens't work for you, eh, de gustibus..."

Sweetie Belle winced slightly at the sigh of her sister popping the pacifier right back in her mouth

"Right... right..." she muttered, as she then looked around the garishly-colored and painted room she was in, trying to not midn the three adult-sized changign tables in threee different corners, the lines of wooden chests painted brightly and clearly overloadedwith toys, and the fully-assembled highchair whose size suggested an user of a size unusual from the norm. In fact, Sweetie Belle quickly decided to jsut look at the sky painted on the ceiling, and try to forget where she was.

She was shaken out by her trance when Rarity actually shook her by the left arm.

"Sweetie, darling, please, get up, they want to take the last photos." rarity said, as she pointed to the green shirt-and-skirt wearing woman standing nearby with a camera in her hands and with a lot of other photographical equipment carried and se up by three skinny men.

Sweetie Belle huffed as she got up on her legs with a crinkle, while the last pieces of the photographical set were assembled.

"Okay," the woman said, grabing an orange plush cat nearby and throwing it at Sweetie Belle "now I'd like a photo of oyu hugging on that cat, then you hugging your sister. Is that alright?"

Sweetie Belle sighed and shrugged, as she grabbed the stuffed cat, and hugged it tightly while trying to cross as much as possible her legs and attempting to gouge a grin out of herself, waiting for the flash to come and hit her eyes.