Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Having heard Scootaloo’s scream of terror, Rarity came running into the room where Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were having their sleepover. Upon doing so, an incredibly vulgar smell reached her nose.

“Girls, did one of you have an accident in bed?” Rarity asked seriously.

Sweetie Belle immediately spoke up and said “It was Scootaloo. She had a nightmare that made her poop herself, and I think some of it got onto the bed.”

Scootaloo felt her face glow bright red, and she wished nothing more than to be small so she could just disappear.

Rarity sighed, and turned on the bedroom light. She then instructed both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo to get off the bed, so she could check it. Sure enough, the sheets were stained on Scootaloo’s side by a substance that made Rarity gag.

“Sweetie Belle, please take Scootaloo to get cleaned up while I tend to the soiled bed sheets.” Rarity instructed.

“Sure thing sis,” Sweetie Belle said with a giggle, and turned to Scootaloo “Come on, the bathroom’s just down the hall. You’ll feel a lot better after a bath.”

Scootaloo wanted to say something, but she was too embarrassed to do so. All she could do was continue to blush, as she felt Sweetie Belle grab her by the hoof, and take her away.

Rarity, for her part, tried her best to keep a straight face. She would have to get Scootaloo some protection, but first she needed to scrub the poop out of the bedsheets. With another sigh, she carefully picked up the stained bed sheets with her magic, and carried them to her laundry room. “I’m going to have to have a talk with Scootaloo’s parents about this ‘problem.” she thought to herself.

Sweetie Belle wouldn’t stop giggling, as she escorted Scootaloo to the bathroom. She was going to have a lot of fun with her friend, and the best part was, she wouldn’t have to share it with anypony else.

Scootaloo, finally managing to overcome her embarrassment, said to Sweetie Belle “I’m sorry about the bed. I probably should’ve told you about my ‘problem’ before I went to bed.”

“Why didn’t you wear something? I sometimes wear pull-ups to bed so I don’t wet it.” Sweetie Belle replied.

“I haven’t had a problem for weeks. I thought I was cured,” Scootaloo told Sweetie Belle, before hanging her head and sighing “Apparently, I’m still just a baby.”

“Maybe, but at least you’re my baby.” Sweetie Belle said cheerfully, and led Scootaloo into Carousel Boutique’s master bathroom.

Scootaloo was amazed at how detailed the bathroom was. The tiled floors were polished and shined brightly. The cabinets and drawers housed all sorts of bath products and toiletries, Scootaloo never would’ve guessed there were so many different brands of mane shampoo.

But what really stood out about the master bathroom, were its two main plumbing fixtures. The bathtub, and the toilet.

The bathtub was bigger than any bathtub Scootaloo had ever seen before, with a sparkling shower head and drain plug to match it. The complimenting bath curtains made the tub look like it belonged in the bathroom of a Canterlot noble, not a Ponyville fashionista.

The toilet, though not quite as elegant as the bathtub, was still highly stylized. The porcelain was a shiny white in color from the tip of the tank, to the bottom of the bowl. The handle had clearly been polished and shined to perfection. And its size made it easy to recognize from afar.

“Now then, let’s get a bath started for you, Stinkaloo.” Sweetie Belle said teasingly, as she leaned over the tub, and turned the hot water handle to the right a bit. Within seconds, warm bath water began to fill the tub.

Scootaloo was all the more surprised, when she saw Sweetie Belle turn to her and say “Your bath will be ready shortly. In the meantime, why don’t you try and go potty so you don’t have an accident in the tub?”

“You want me to sit on that giant toilet?” Scootaloo asked. Perhaps giant was a bit of a stretch, but it certainly seemed bigger than it should be for a toilet.

“Of course, or is my little Scootaloo telling me she needs a swim diaper for her bath?” Sweetie Belle replied, making it quite clear that she was intending to treat her friend as if she were a foal.

“You actually have swim diapers?” Scootaloo nervously asked.

“You bet we do. I’m sure there’s some stashed in the cabinets under the sink,” Sweetie Belle replied “We also have foal powder, rash cream, and diaper wipes.”

“Well, I don’t need diapers!” Scootaloo snorted, and reluctantly went over to the toilet and climbed onto the seat.

“Not yet you don’t.” Sweetie Belle said with a giggle, and turned her attention back to preparing the bath.

Scootaloo found it hard to balance on the seat of the toilet, and it was of little surprise to her when she felt herself beginning to slide into the bowl. Nervously, she called out “Um, Sweetie Belle.” But Sweetie Belle was too occupied with checking the bath water to hear.

With a light splash, Scootaloo’s butt cheeks touched the bowl of the toilet. Unable to flap her wings for long enough to climb out, Scootaloo reluctantly sighed and did her business. It was only after she had done so that she heard Sweetie Belle turn off the tap.

“Okay, Scootaloo. Time for your bath. I hope you went potty,” Sweetie Belle called, as she turned away from the bathtub. But when she looked at the toilet, she could not see Scootaloo sitting on it. “Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle called.

“Down here.” came the muffled reply. Sweetie Belle looked down into the toilet bowl, and couldn’t help but chuckle some more at seeing her friend stuck inside it.

“Oh, it looks like the big potty really was a bit too big for you,” Sweetie Belle said innocently, as she reached a hoof out and fished her friend out of the bowl “You should’ve said something, I could’ve gotten you a training potty that was just right for your size.”

“I tried to call out to you, but you wouldn’t listen.” Scootaloo said angrily, as Sweetie Belle took some toilet paper off of the nearby tube, and proceeded to wipe her friend’s butt clean of poo.

“Well, next time you have to go, the big potty is off limits,” Sweetie Belle said seriously, which made Scootaloo snort in frustration “But for now, let’s get you into the tub and get you all squeaky clean. Then we can put a fresh diaper on you.”

Scootaloo found being bathed and cleaned by her friend to be far less embarrassing, compared to everything she’d had to endure since awakening from her nightmare a short time ago.

That being said, she still hated the idea of being treated like a two year old by one of her friends. She was a big pony.

Once Sweetie Belle had finished getting Scootaloo cleaned up, she used her magic to place a couple of bath toys in the tub. They ranged from the obvious choices of rubber ducks and  plastic boats, to more unusual selections such as mini royal guards and squirt guns. “Keep playing, Scootaloo. I’ll be right back.” Sweetie Belle called.

“Where are you going?” Scootaloo asked.

“I’ve got to get you into a new diaper before you go back to bed,” Sweetie Belle explained innocently “Can’t having you soiling yourself in your sleep, and ruining my bedsheets again.”

“But it was only one accident.” Scootaloo protested.

“It’s not up for argument, my little foal. You’re going to wear a diaper, and I don’t want to hear any complaints. If you need a change, you can ask me, or Rarity.” Sweetie Belle scolded, and began to search through the cabinets beneath the sink.

Scootaloo hoped and prayed that Sweetie Belle wouldn’t be able to find any diapers in her size. But unfortunately it turned out to be all for naught, as she heard her friend call out a few seconds later “Ah-ha, I knew we still had some Silly Filly brand nighttime protection! These will do just fine!”

“Life, why do you hate me so?” Scootaloo thought to herself, as Sweetie Belle came back to the tub and pulled out the plug. In a matter of seconds, the water began to disappear down the drain.

Scootaloo wanted to get out and dry herself off, but Sweetie Belle wouldn’t let her. Reluctantly, Scootaloo decided not to fight back, and allowed Sweetie Belle to lift her out of the bathtub and dry her with a towel.

Once that was done, Scootaloo knew what was coming next. And her worst fears were confirmed when Sweetie Belle pulled out a bright green changing mat, and instructed Scootaloo to lay down on its padded surface.

Scootaloo obeyed, and just seconds after she had done so, she heard a crinkling noise. Pouting and folding her hooves across her chest, Scootaloo felt a diaper being slid under her rump and taped up. To make matters worse, the diaper had a series of crudely drawn Power Ponies characters to serve as wetness indicators.

“Now, we can’t get forget the powder. Wouldn’t want my foal to get a diaper rash.” Sweetie Belle said cheerfully, as she opened the front of Scootaloo’s diaper, and shook the bottle of foal powder over it. Large puffs of the powder found their way onto Scootaloo’s diaper, as well as Sweetie Belle face, but the filly took no notice.

“There we go, all nice and snug.” Sweetie Belle smiled, as she helped Scootaloo to stand, and then put the foal powder, changing mat, and pack of diapers back under the same cabinets where she had found them.

Scootaloo felt a new wave of embarrassment wash over, as the crinkling noise of her diaper echoed down the hallway, while Sweetie Belle led her back to the bedroom.

All in all, Scootaloo was just glad that Apple Bloom wasn’t present for this sleepover. But something told her that Sweetie Belle was unlikely to stay quiet about this for long.

In fact, Scootaloo had a sneaking suspicion that her friend was going to start looking for more and more excuses to diaper her, and treat her like a foal.

Rarity, for her part, smiled at how cute Scootaloo looked. “At least now Sweetie Belle won’t be using me whenever she wants to play house.” she thought to herself, as she turned out the light, and left the bedroom.