Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Rarity was not sure about if she liked what she was seeing, in that strip club that Pinkie Pie had suggested her to go to, during her stay in Marelan.

It wasn't that she didn't like the ambiance, far from it, as the neocolonial style of chairs and tables fused with vintage decorations, the red carpeted floor and the elegant and elaborate niched walls were a joy for Rarity's eyes.

However, Rarity was not sure if she liked the clientele and overall look of the ponies inside the club. The three barkeeps behind grand bar-- with drinks lined upon its granite surface-- in the center of the room were giving out cocktails in sippy cups and baby bottles scaled up for adults, and that most of the entertainers of both genders were wearing weird-baby-like outfits jarred Rarity quite a bit, her jarring only growing when she realized that, in-between the entertainers, there were some fillies of Sweetie Belle's age, if not younger.

"This place is odd... really odd..." Rarity whispered to herself, as she walked slowly towards the grand bar cautiously, as she looked around. She was  seeing mares in wet or fully used diapers pole-dancing, stallions sitting down and trying to act cute with the plush animals they had or tryign to be more traditionally attractive to patrons, and diapered foals crinkling about as they bounced around between the patrons, earning the-- seemingly undisputed-- benevolence of the clients.

"Well... that is quite disturbing and cute," Rarity said, as she noticed in particular that a white and black pegasus stallion, after exchanging a few words with a yellow pegasus filly wearing a pink diaper and a white bonnet, was going towards the private rooms, white the filly bouncing and flapping her wings around as she followed the stallion.

"I hope she will not discover her kitty's secondary functions... but, then again, considered the place I am in, she probably has already discovered them." Rarity said with a sigh, as she then turned around towards the bar, where one of the barkeeps, a thin brown mare with light red mane, was just extracting a sippy cup with orange beak and transparent body.

Rarity, seeing that the barkeep was looking at her, quickly came up with the first cocktail drink on top of her head.

"A Bloody Sombra, please," Rarity said, as she then glanced upon the metal plate affixed on the stone pillar in the middle of the bar.

"Okay. Sippy cup or bottle, miss?" The barkeep asked while pulling out the vodka and tomato juice bottle from under the counter.

"Sippy cup please," Rarity said, as she quickly scanned about the list of available options.

"Half and hour: six bits. One hour: ten bits. Two hours: twenty bits. More than two Hours: plus five bits per hour. Toiletry and changing supplies: plus three and half bits. Clothing: plus five bits."

As she whispered the list to herself, the barkeep slid the sippy cut in front of Rarity and dropped a pink pacifier nearby.

"One bit for get a diaper on," the Barkeep said, before turning around again.

Rarity noticed the pacifier, moved it closer to her, then took the sippy cup up with her magic, going back to reading the metal sheet as she drunk.

"Approved Poulophile Permits are Required for the Services given out by the fillies and colts of the club. Non-lewd acts of affections with foals in the premises are free, permit-free, and encouraged, thought."

Rarity stopped dead in her tracks, in reading abotu the Poulophile Permits. She took another sip from her drink, set the sippy cup down on the counter.

"Well," Rarity whispered to herself, as she extracted twenty bits and made them clink on the granite surface "if they ask for permits for bring foals inside the rooms, it mustn't be so awful after all. I mean, I could try out the stallions in this odd club."

The barkeep, after she had served a baby bottle full of Long Island to a skinny stallion wearing a thick white diaper, turned around to Rarity, took seventeen bits, then pointed her right.

"Changing rooms are that way."

"Thank you," and Rarity left the bar. However, before going to get some diapers on, Rarity wanted to see if she could find any stallion that could interest her.

Looking around in the club, in the midst of the diapered patrons and the staff dressed in weird outfits combined with diapers, Rarity noticed somepony standing next to the door leading to the private rooms, precisely a unicorn stallion. He had a silver coat, and a soft yellow mane, and he was simply wearing a diaper, hugging a orange stuffed cat and sucking on a red pacifier as he stared into the ceiling.

Rarity, with sinuous movements, moved towards him smiling. As she got near, the stallion turned aroudn and blushed, moving the plush in front of his face and just peeking over it.

"Wouwd you pway wif me?" The stallion said, his lisp sounding quite deliberate.  Rarity lifted his chin a little, and smiled.

"Of course, little one. Shall we go in your nursery?" Rarity said with a wink, as the stallion chuckled and nodded, moving the nearby door inwards.