Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Rumble was feeling stomped upon. Crushed. Defeated. In other words, sad.

He had gotten a slew of bad grades at school. He had gotten insulted time and time again. He had been grounded for said bad grades.

In short a bad day like the string of bad days he had in the past days.

"Hopefully... this will help me again..." Rumble muttered, as he opened up his bedside table carefully, revealing a green pacifier and three folded light blue pull-ups with bolt and cloud designs printed on them. Looking at his left, Rumble saw that his brown and ratty stuffed dog was still standing atop of the pillow.

Rumble set the pacifier in his mouth, giving out a couple of suckles onto it, before grabbing one of the pull-ups and throwing it on the bed with a crinkle.

As Rumble kept slowly sucking, he laid down on his sky-themed bed covers, slid the pull-up upon his lower parts, grabbed his plush dog and, after moving the covers away, he set them atop of his body and curled up, snuggling against his dog plush and suckling his pacifier slowly, drifting off to Dreamland as he did so.

"Rise, oh my young descendant!"

Rumble jolted up, revealing himself to be still dressed in his bedtime attire, but, instead of begin on his mattress, he was laying on a sandy beach. After a brief moment of stunned confusion, Rumble looked in front of him, where the powerful echoing voice came from, and saw a stallion.

A dark gray pegasus pegasus with dark brown short straight mane topped of by a gray morion with golden lily decorations going all around the helmet's brim. He was wearing an armour with a hole in the chest area, and a suit with poofy red and yellow sleeves. Before Rumble could ask anything, the stallion went back to talk.

"Never there will be such a time, in such a place for you, and, maybe, never shall it be so again, now that your Dark Ages at their death knell, and it's the sunset of the life of your parents. A new age is upon you. It will be a time of Exploration, as you will step upon the once-virgin soil of the New World, called Sexuality, with blood-stained boots and a desire to look for Lust, of which you will find mines plenty of it.  It will be your Renaissance, as you'll make immortal arts, at least to you, your stock and whoever gazed upon them. It will be the age of Faith, as your superiors will promise Hell for your actions, and you will live in Heaven. It will be a time of Progress, as you will build your own soul with tears... and sweat. It will be, as relationships gave their lives, for peers that asked not, the prize."

Rumble listened carefully, entranced by what the stallion, seemingly his ancestor, said.

"There shall be neither sorrow, nor crying, and your tears will be wiped by the courage and the uproar of violence. You shan't be attacked, oppressed, or stopped in all actions. You will see the world as new, with the land seemingly softening for your landings, and the sky clearing itself as you fly by. Ponies will hang by your lips, fillies will fall for you, your parent will not only respect, but fear ou to the point of powerlessness and, when it will end, you will be so strong, so powerful, that no struggle will ever hinder you, and you'll die in a blaze of glory, without any regrets." He stopped to take a deep breath, as Rumble's frown turned into a smile slowly, as the stallion in front of him detailed what the future had in store for him.

To be strong, smart, wise, respected... too good to be true for Rumble and, if it wasn't for the fact that there was one of his ancestors' spirit promising him all of that, he wouldn't have believed it.

"My semi-divinity allows me to benefit you in such a way, and I shall act..." he dramatically lowered his head "At one condition."

"What is it?" Rumble said, as he smiled widely and let his eyes shine, too excited to care about the stallion's changing expression.

"You shall stop acting like if you were in the prehistory of your life and seek refuge in its items," the stallion said, pointing at Rumble's pacifier, plush dog and finally pull-up "You must abandon them, and go ride forth victorious, away from your crib into a golden throne!"

Rumble recoiled a little, before spitting out his pacifier to look at it. He wasn't sure about abandoning it... to abandon all those comfort items, even if it meant begin better off overall.

"Um..." Rumble muttered "Can I have a minute to think about it?"

"As you wish," the stallion said with a slight bow "but, remember, your decision is final. Shall you go back to use those items, my blessing will go away and never return."