Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Night Light set his briefcase on the floor of his study, and sighed. That was the last piece of legislature that commanded his immediate attention. Having read over the document and penned his signature, Night Light’s decision had been made.

He couldn’t blame his wife for wanting to feel young again, and if treating Twilight like a foal was enough to teach her not to experiment with mind spells, he didn’t have a problem. But when Twilight Velvet had overstepped her boundaries and attempted to interfere with Twilight’s punishment (as well as stuff her full of laxatives that could’ve caused serious mental damage if improperly prepared) he’d had no choice but to send her away for therapy.

Now, it would be up to his daughter’s friend, Pinkie Pie, to ensure that Twilight Velvet received the help she needed. He could only hope that the “business” they had opened together would not be traced back to him. Night Light had enough problems to deal with as it was, and Velvet’s business being used against him would cause stress on a level the stallion didn’t want to think about.

Carefully placing the documents he had yet to get to into a drawer, Night Light looked at the clock. Twilight would not be home for at least another hour and a half, perhaps even longer. That gave him plenty of time to unwind and relax.

Night Light left his study, and tightly locked the door shut. He then turned to Sedula Serva, who was currently cleaning up the house a bit. Clearing his throat, Night Light said to Sedula Serva “I shall retreat to my bedroom to rest. Please make sure that I am not disturbed, and do not enter without my permission. If I am not out of the room by the time Twilight is scheduled to return home, please greet her and then notify me at once.”

“Yes sir. Your wish is my command.” Sedula Serva replied, and the valet went back to the task at hoof.

Night Light took great care to ensure he was not followed, as he trotted down the hallway to his bedroom.

Reaching his destination in only a matter of seconds, Night Light trotted through the door and closed it behind him. He trusted Sedula Serva enough to feel that he would not need to lock the door.

Bending down beneath his side of the bed he used to share with his wife, Night Light used his magic to retrieve a box he had stored there. He could already hear the sounds of the box’s contents moving about, and he felt very excited. It had been ages since he’d had time just to himself to indulge.

“And whoever said you can’t have your cake and eat it too?” Night Light thought to himself, as he opened the box and lit up his horn. It was time for some fun.

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Sedula Serva had obeyed her master’s words, and had not disturbed him while he rested in his bedroom. But by now, she was convinced that she had no choice but to go and awaken him. Twilight had not come home, sending a statement that Lex Populi was terrified of some pink ‘monster’ that had popped out of her toilet, and had requested Twilight’s help to ensure it had gone away.

But even so, Night Light was never one to rest for lengthy periods of time. He was always very busy tending to something, whether it be in the Canterlot government buildings, or in his own home.

Heading to the bedroom of her master, Sedula Serva could only hope he would not be too mad at her for waking him up. She was simply following orders.

Pressing her ear up against the door, Sedula Serva could not hear sounds of snoring, which made what she was about to do easier. No doubt, Night Light had just awoken, and was about to realize what time it was.

“Excuse me, Night Light, sir. But the time you requested for me to wake you has arrived.” Sedula Serva called, lightly knocking on the door.

On the other side of the door Night Light replied with a half stressed/half worried “Just a minute.” as he then proceeded to make some weird grunting noises. Apparently, he was occupied with something.

“Are you okay, sir?” Sedula Serva asked nervously. Had Night Light somehow gotten tangled in the bed sheets again? Was he suffering from a medical condition that he had kept secret all this time?

Whatever the problem was, Sedula Serva was determined to help. “Master, please let me in.” Sedula pleaded, but did not attempt to turn the door knob. She wanted to respect her master’s privacy as best she could. After all, it was part of the job description when she’d signed on to serve the Sparkle household, and she had no intention of going back on that.

Night Light continued to struggle against whatever it was that was troubling him. There was more grunting, and the sound of hooves fumbling around, desperately searching for something.

“I’m fine, Sedula. I will be out momentarily.” Night Light called, hoping to get her to go away. He did not want her to find out about his secret, not after he’d gone to such great lengths to hide it from weary eyes like hers.

Why was he having so much difficulty with this object? This was not the first time he’d used it, but it had never been so uncooperative before.

“Night Light, sir, if you do not let me in I will be forced to come in on my own power.” Sedula said seriously, hoping that this statement would be enough to encourage Night Light to listen to her.

“Just please leave me alone!” Night Light shouted “I don’t need any help, I just need a few seconds to sort out a small problem.”

But Sedula Serva refused to wait any longer, she turned the doorknob and to her surprise she found that it did not resist her movements.

Night Light felt his heart begin to race, and he began to sweat. “Why did this have to happen on today of all days?” he thought to himself, as he continued to try (in vain) to remove the object that was giving him so much trouble.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for poor Night Light, as the door to the bedroom was slowly opened, and in stepped Sedula Serva. It was all over, the secret was out of the bag.

Sedula Serva had been expecting many things to be awaiting her on the other side of the door, even something more “private”.

What she was not expecting, was to see Night Light standing before her, dressed in dark blue pajamas with foalish stars and moons printed onto them. A complimenting navy blue onesie lay on the floor, clearly having been discarded a short time ago, and exposing the thick white diaper that was buttoned to Night Light’s rear end.

Also laying on the ground was another diaper, this one opened up. The foul stench wafting from it, coupled with the yellowed stains and brownish lump was enough to indicate that this diaper had clearly been used.

Fortunately, there was a can of foal powder, and a pack of wet wipes that rested comfortably on Night Light’s dresser. And it was quite obvious that Night Light had done a good job of cleaning himself up, as the diaper he had on showed no signs of useage.

But the object that most attracted the attention of Sedula, was a pink pacifier that dangled from Night Light’s neck. Clearly having popped out in surprise.

Sedula was speechless for a moment, as she took in the sights (and smells) of the room. Night Light, for his part, was silent. He didn’t bother to say anything, he just tried in vain to hide the reddish tint that had formed on his cheeks.

His secret had been discovered.

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At last, Sedula Serva regained her composure and cleared her throat. She waited for Night Light to dispose of his old diaper (and spray the room with some air freshener) before she said to her master “Shall I take the liberty of arranging an appointment for you at your wife’s business in Ponyville?”