Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Pinkie Pie was extremely grateful to Croissant for taking her in. After all her time spent searching, Pinkie Pie had finally found a shelter that was willing to accept her. In fact, Croissant’s place was more than a shelter, it was a home.

This was made abundantly clear when Croissant immediately gave Pinkie Pie a bath. After all her time spent roughing it, Pinkie Pie had gotten used to not having any sort of indoor plumbing. She had just bathed in rivers or lakes whenever it was possible. Very rarely did she find somepony willing to let her use a bathroom to clean herself up.

After an incredibly relaxing, and enjoyable bubble bath, Croissant introduced Pinkie Pie to her younger sister, an aspiring young baker named Cup Cake. She had recently gotten engaged to a stallion in Ponyville named Carrot Cake, but promised to come back and foalsit Pinkie Pie as much as she could.

Before leaving, however, Cup Cake helped Croissant prepare dinner for Pinkie Pie. And the two mares quickly discovered that Pinkie Pie had quite an appetite.

All in all, Pinkie Pie had enjoyed her first day in her new home very nicely. Nothing felt better than having a sparkling clean coat, a full tummy, and a roof over her head.

“Goodnight, my little Pinkie.” Croissant said sweetly, as she tucked Pinkie Pie into bed and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Miss. Croissant.” Pinkie Pie replied softly. She still didn’t quite feel comfortable enough to call Croissant anything other than Miss. Croissant. Croissant could not replace her mother.

Croissant said nothing in reply, and simply turned off the light in Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. She then closed the door, and waited until she heard the sound of snoring, before she left.

Pinkie Pie slept soundly throughout the night. But when she opened her eyes, she was surprised at the sight that lay before her. She was back in her old bedroom at the rock farm, something that the filly found most confusing.

“What am I doing back here?” she thought to herself. Just then, the door to her room opened, and in walked her mom.

“Hello, my little Pinkamina. I am glad you’ve come home.” Cloudy Quartz said in her motherly tone.

“Mom? What’s going on? Where’s Croissant? Why am I here?” Pinkie Pie asked, but to her horror, she found that her mom could not hear her at all.

“Your father and I realized that we were wrong to send you out into the world all on your own,” Cloudy Quartz continued “You are just a filly, a very eager one at that. You are ill prepared for the dangers that lurk in the outside world.”

“But you said I couldn’t stay on the rock farm after I got my cutie mark. You said I had to go out into the world, and make the most of my talent,” Pinkie Pie protested, as her mom dragged her through the bedroom door and out into the living room “You said that I would never be truly happy if I stayed on the rock farm for the rest of my life.”

Cloudy Quartz noticed the distressed look on Pinkie Pie’s face, but since she could not hear her daughter’s voice, she had no way to know what was troubling Pinkie Pie.

“Hey, Pinkamina. Come here and give your father a hug. He’s missed you dearly!” Igneous Rock spoke up, walking over to his daughter and grabbing her by the tail before she could run away.

“Daddy, stop! Let me go!” Pinkie Pie pleaded, to no avail.

“Oh, does my little Pinkamina need to use the little fillies room?” Igneous Rock asked, as he observed his daughter flailing about like crazy.

Before Pinkie Pie could respond, she suddenly found herself being awoken from her sleep by a familiar hissing noise. She shot up in bed, relieved to learn that her bad dream had been just that.

But just a few seconds afterwards, Pinkie Pie looked down at her bed, and saw something that made her want to cry. Her bedsheets were soaked, and smelled heavily of urine. It took her very little time to realize that she had wet the bed.

Pinkie Pie felt ashamed of herself. She had never wet the bed before. Not even back at the rock farm, despite her family having a history of bedwetting prevalent among female family members.

Pinkie Pie couldn’t stop herself, and despite every effort not to do so, she burst into tears and sobbed loudly.

Croissant was awoken from her sleep by the sound of distressed crying from Pinkie Pie’s room. Her motherly instincts immediately kicked in, and she raced to the bedroom where Pinkie Pie slept.

Upon entering the room, Croissant’s nose was immediately assaulted with a familiar smell. It was the same kind of smell that she had put up with as a daycare worker. It was the smell of soaked bedsheets.

Croissant quickly put two and two together, and knew what was troubling Pinkie Pie. Thinking quickly, she raced over to the crying filly and scooped her into her hooves. “There, there, Pinkie. There’s nothing to be upset about. Many ponies your age wet the bed at least once.”

“But, but-” Pinkie Pie began, in between sobs of tears.

Croissant quickly shushed Pinkie Pie, and began to cradle the filly back and forth until she had calmed down. “You have nothing to fear, my little filly,” Croissant said in a gentle voice “But we must get you cleaned up.” As soon as those words were out, Croissant carried Pinkie Pie out of the bedroom, and down the hall.

Pinkie Pie was most surprised, when they passed by the bathroom door. She was even more surprised, when Croissant walked through a door at the end of the hallway that had apparently not been used in years.

“Pinkie Pie, there is something about me that you do not understand.” Croissant said in a kind yet serious voice.

“What is it?” Pinkie Pie asked nervously.

“I have always longed for a filly of my own, but alas I have not been able to obtain one,” Croissant explained “But, you are the exact size and personality for the kind of filly I always wanted. So, would you be willing to let me raise you as if you were my own foal?”

“I… guess so.” Pinkie Pie said nervously.

“Good.” Croissant replied with a smile, and opened the door. In an instant, Pinkie Pie’s eyes beheld a sight unlike anything that they had ever seen before.

A giant nursery lay just beyond the door, including a large crib that stood next to a changing table fully stocked with every kind of diaper ever created. Near the crib lay a large collection of stuffed animals.

Croissant carried Pinkie Pie into the nursery, and laid her gently on the soft, padded surface of the changing table. She then bent down, and retrieved a few wet wipes.

Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but shiver, as the cold wipes made contact with her flank, and wiped away the pee that clung to her coat. Fortunately, in only a matter of seconds, all traces of Pinkie’s accident had been removed, and Croissant tossed the wet wipes into a nearby trash can.

“Now, we shall get you diapered to prevent future nighttime incidents.” Croissant spoke up, as she took one of the nighttime protection diapers, and slowly slipped it underneath Pinkie’s butt.

“Do I really have to wear these, Miss. Croissant?” Pinkie Pie asked, as the diaper was taped to her.

“It would make me very happy if you did. And I would appreciate it if, from now, you called me ‘Mommy’.” Croissant replied, as she sprinkled some foal powder into the diaper, before lifting Pinkie Pie off the changing table.

“Why are you doing all of this?” Pinkie Pie asked nervously, as she was lowered into the crib.

“A filly like yourself has been exposed to a lot of things in the world that you should not have had to be exposed to. Most importantly, you have not had the chance to truly enjoy your childhood,” Croissant explained “This will give us both the chance to bond and connect, without worrying about what you endured during your search.”

“Does that mean I’ll actually be treated like a baby?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“If that is what you really want,” Croissant replied “For right now, you will sleep in this crib, at least until your bed sheets are washed. And at night, you will use your diapers for as long as you sleep in the crib.”

“But, what if I have to go to the bathroom at night?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“You do not need to worry about that anymore, my little filly,” Croissant said with a sweet smile “Just use your diapers, and I will change you when I come to check on you in the morning. If you need a change before then, you can call me with the baby monitor that I will leave next to your crib.”

“Okay, mommy.” Pinkie Pie replied, and drifted off to sleep once again.

Croissant just smiled, and after turning on the baby monitor, she turned off the light, and left the nursery. Her time with Pinkie Pie would be very enjoyable. At long last, she had gotten her wish.

As for Pinkie Pie, she found it surprisingly easier to fall asleep with a diaper. Somehow, the stress of not having to worry about waking up in the middle of the night, and having to use the bathroom, made her feel more relaxed than she had felt when the night had begun.

Perhaps, in time, she would grow to enjoy being a baby. But for right now, she was just interested in getting as much sleep as possible. And so, she closed her eyes, and drifted into a peaceful slumber.