Author's Note
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Please do not redistribute, alter, repost this story or anything else I write on this site or some place else without my permission.
As per the commissioner's request, this story is an alternate sequel to A Stare Too Far. To avoid confusion, it should not be considered the official canon.
This Story Contains:
Adult Baby Themes (Heavy)
Diapers (Heavy)
Exposed Scat (Heavy)
Regression - Mental (Heavy)
Diaper Lover Themes (Medium)
Diaper Usage - Mess (Medium)
Diaper Usage - Wet (Medium)
Padded Room, Padded Rump
Padded Room, Padded Rump
By Scribe Feather
Monday is the least bit respected day of the week. For most, it starts the work week, ending what fun they had during the weekend only to be replaced by something mundane and tedious. Most Mondays are boring and ponies typically rush through them just so they can get to Tuesday and then Wednesday and after that the week seem to go quicker.
Lily Luck started her day like any other pony would in Ponyville. She greet the sun with a smile, quickly grabbing a shower before she even thought to look in the mirror. A comb weaved through her light tan mane as a light brown pony stared back at her through the mirror. The comb steadily neatened up the mane of moist hair, slowly making her presentable. Presentable and neat for her first day.
Breakfast was quick as she didn't want to waste any more time than needed. For Lily Luck, this particular Monday filled her with nervous excitement. Today she was starting her new job and despite this being her third job that month, the earth pony couldn't hide the enthusiasm that bubbled inside of her. Nerves inside her stomach curled up tightly as she readied for the day to come.
Despite the fact that she was given a basic run down of tasks she’d be performing as an orderly at Ponyville Hospital, Lily still had the first day jitters to overcome. She occupied her mind with getting herself dressed in her new simple blue medical scrubs, the strongly recommended uniform for her new job as an orderly.
The pony dashed out the door and made a beeline through town. She could barely pause to greet other ponies as she carried on.
Her destination, Ponyville Hospital, sat near the edge of town, perched on top of a shallow hill. The large, pale yellow building was easy to find, standing apart from the thatched housing of the town. A wide dirt path connected the big building with the rest of the town.
Inside the building, there was an overall clean feeling to every room. The hallways were painstakingly kept tidy at all times. From it’s pale tiled floor and it’s white walls, cleanliness was held as it’s highest priority. In the various rooms, the patient beds were kept neat and well made. Everywhere she looked, a fine example of order and neatness could be found.
Lily Luck had a momentary panic attack when faced with the road map that was the directory of the hospital. Her eyes scrolled through the various titles and room numbers spelled out in white plastic lettering on a grooved, black board hanging on the wall. Fueled by her first day high, she quickly found the name she was looking for. Doctor Valerian, Room 117
The brown pony moved past the waiting area and emergency room, heading down a long stretching hallway that seemed to go down for miles. A large hanging sign finally came into view, announcing the area she was entering. Psych Ward
A light blue unicorn waited for her by the front desk of the area. He wore a hygienically clean lab coat that just barely covered his cutie mark of a pink valerian plant. “Right on time, Lily Luck,” the unicorn politely smiled.
“Always excited to start a new job, Doctor Valerian,” Lily replied with a nod. Her breath and nerves had time to settle now that her mentor was here.
“Well then let’s not waste any time. I’ll walk you through now.”
The two ponies slowly walked down the quiet halls. Their hoofsteps echoed off the walls as Doctor Valerian walked Lily Luck through her typical work day.
“As an orderly you will be tending to the patients, escorting them to their rooms, ensuring they get their medication,” Doctor Valerian rattled off, “however occasionally you may have to attend to our more...special cases.”
“Special cases?” Lily asked with spurred interest.
“Particularly a griffin named Gilda. She has been staying with us for a few months now.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Miss Gilda is in a state of mental regression. She has been reverted to the mental state of an infant and for all intents and purposes is treated as such under our care.”
Lily Luck blinked at the unusual story. “How...did she end up regressed?”
“I will explain along the way to her room. We will need to pick up your ID as well.”
Meanwhile, incoherent babbling leaked through the metal door of a particular room. The room’s only inhabitant seemed to spent a lot of her time just sitting there and talking nonsense as her beak dribbled out drool.
The regressed griffin did very little now that her brain was regressed to one of an infant’s. A simple misunderstanding with a local yellow pegasus quickly turned Gilda from a tough, high flying griffin into a diaper wearing mush brain. After she failed to mentally recover from the ordeal, she was moved to the hospital so that she could be better cared for in the long term.
Her small room, that she now called her home, was carefully tailored to accommodate her new regressed mindset. The walls and floor were thickly padded, cushioning any impact that the mush brained griffin might find herself experiencing. A camera hung high above the room to keep an eye on her.
Gilda’s wings would occasionally flap lazily behind her, unable to be controlled long enough to support her weight anymore. Her diaper crinkled between her legs as she carelessly crawled from one corner of the room to the next. Life was rather simple for the now simple minded griffin.
Without much warning, her diaper suddenly began to fill up with a lumpy mess, practically lifting the griffin off the ground. The smelly, squishy mess pushed out every wrinkle in her diaper, quickly covering her rump in the muck.
The old Gilda wouldn’t have been caught dead in such a situation. It was hard to imagine the tough griffin was nothing less of an infant now, gladly filling her diaper up with a big smile on her face. “Aah dah ga boo!” She cheerfully babbled, chewing on a drool covered claw.
The griffin giggled as she started to squirm inside her diaper. The fresh mess squished and smeared around inside her diaper, making her rump rather messy. She quickly agitated the mess, making it a bigger dilemma for whoever had the misfortune to change her.
Unable to hold up to Gilda’s advances, the diaper finally gave up, popping open and laying flat on the padded floor. A foul stench quickly rushed out of the diaper and filled the room. The putrid smell was barely noticed by Gilda. The single minded griffin only focused on the open diaper, her infantile curiosity getting the better of her.
The curious griffin began to dig into the mushy pile that gathered round her rump. She pulled out a clawful and tightly squeezed the mush with wide, curious eyes. The smelly slop would have made any pony's nose hairs curl, but the griffin was completely blind to the scent.
Her simple mind focused on the simple things. She giggled and smiled at the funny noises that the brown mush made when she squeezed it. She wiggled in place as the mess oozed through her claws. The pudding like texture tingled her butt as she continued to play.
The smelly muck squished in Gilda’s claws like puddy. She smiled widely as she felt it ooze between her claws, slowly dribbling down her forearm. “Dah poopy!”
She loved this doughy, moist material that squished between her claws. The offending odor was completely ignored as the happy thoughts of playtime filled her simple mind to the brim.
She quickly found that her waste was not only fun to squish, but it acted as a wonderful replacement for paint. Finger paints could never be left unattended around her, the hospital staff were quick to realize this. Colorful paints were too much for the infantile griffin and so she was kept away from such things. Now that she was given a new type of paint, her creative mind teemed with possibilities.
The sterile white walls were practically begging to be painted on and Gilda was happy to oblige. With dirtied up claws, she went right to work smearing streaks of brown across the pristine walls. Her haphazard playtime with the brown waste quickly covered the white walls with it’s murky mess. Time seemed to fly by as she happily covered the walls and the floor with her own poop, giggling and gurgling with pride of a job well done.
Her diaper remained unnoticed in the middle of the room, wide open and exposed. The soggy diaper sat there lifeless as the naked griffin continued with her work. Gilda would occasionally come back to the garment to refresh her makeshift brushes only to return to her masterpiece on the walls.
Minutes passed before the door opened, releasing a horrid tidal wave of a potent, foul smell. The two ponies who stood in the doorway cringed as the stench made their noses scrunched up. The room’s walls were now well covered in Gilda’s brown waste. There was barely any clean spots left after her childish playtime.
Doctor Valerian quickly covered his nose with a hoof. "Well then," he simply stated, caught off guard, "it would appear that Miss Gilda has gotten a bit curious about her diapers again."
"It smells!" Lily exclaimed, tucking her nose in her scrubs while shielding it with both hooves, anything to stop the messy smell from reaching her sense. "How can she just sit there in her own mess?!"
"I'm afraid she doesn't know any better. Miss Gilda doesn't have the same interests as you and I," the doctor exclaimed, coping with the smell much easier then Lily Luck, "after the accident, she began to...well...what we have here is a prime example of that."
As the two spoke, Gilda finally noticed them and smiled dumbly at the cringing ponies. “A goo goo!” She mindlessly blurted out before plopping down on the ground on her naked rump.
“What will we be...doing with her today?” Lily stared at the griffin in cringing disgust. Her face curled up in concern with every floppy move Gilda made.
“We had planned on sending Miss Gilda through some tests today, however she will have to be properly dressed for that,” the doctor said, pausing for thought, “do you have any experience in changing diapers?”
“I babysat my cousin a few times...You don’t mean-”
“I’m afraid so,” Doctor Valerian plainly said, levitating a new diaper seemingly out of nowhere. “Once you have Miss Gilda ready you can guide her to Lab C. We’ll have somepony else clean the room while she’s gone.”
Cringing at the task waiting for her, Lily plucked the thick diaper out of the air with her mouth. Doctor Valerian handed her a tub of wipes as well, there was no doubt she’d be needing that.
Left alone to her fate, the room’s door was closed behind her. Her eyes watered as the thick smelly stench built up around her. She blinked once to sudate the stinging.
The earth pony swallowed a big nervous gulp. “O-okay Gilda...time for you...d-diaper change,” She cringed at the very phrase. Saying it made her limbs cold. She held her breath as she looked over the horrible mess that the griffin had made.
The mush brained Gilda needed some gentle coaxing to get her away from the walls and onto her back on the padded floor. She carelessly flopped her limbs about, babbling incoherently and staring wide eyed at the ceiling.
“O-oh kay, Gilda. Try and...keep still,” Lily Luck nervously held one of Gilda’s back legs in a desperate attempt at keeping the overgrown foal steady.
With her free hoof, she opened the tub of wipes, using the moist cuts of cloth to clean up Gilda’s messy rump. The old diaper stood as a helpful place to toss the many wipes it required to make her butt clean again. As an added measure, Lily also cleaned the caked on waste that stuck to Gilda’s clawed fingers.
For the most part, Gilda behaved herself. She would happily squeal as the cool wipes brushed across her rump, playfully wiggling her limbs about at the sensation. Nothing seemed to occupy the thoughts of the simple minded Gilda as she continued to drool and stare at the ceiling.
Using her mouth, Lily opened the new diaper up shortly after, slipping it under the squirming griffin who squealed happily once her butt touched the soft, crinkling material. Her simple mind had almost completely forgotten how a diaper felt. Lily Luck then pulled the diaper front up over the griffin’s front, delicately handling the task with her mouth.
Lily finalized the diaper change with a hefty sigh of relief. “Made it,” she exhaled. “Alright, Gilda, time for your tests,” Lily Luck gently nudged the griffin back to her feet. She tried her hardest not to touch the griffin directly. The regressed patient’s claws still reeked of her earlier, foul play time.
Gilda’s feet wiggled beneath her weight as they desperately tried to support her weight. They were able to keep her steady for the most part. As she walked, she constantly stumbled over her own feet, occasionally plopping down on her padded butt with a surprised giggle.
Shuffling the griffin to the examination room was a laborious and tedious task. Gilda spent more time sitting in the middle of the hallway, drooling over herself then she actually did walking. Lily swallowed a few choice words she had on the matter and did her best to keep her charge moving.
While this was happening, a rainbow maned pony walked into the mental ward, stopping by the front desk to check in. Doctor Valerian was fortunately passing through when she arrived. "Ah, Rainbow Dash, so glad to see you!"
"Hey doc, I came to see Gilda again," the rainbow maned pony answered back with a nod.
"Wonderful timing actually. We were just about to send her through some tests."
“Tests?”
"Just some preliminary things," the light blue pony replied, "our doctors will be running Gilda through some simple tests to gauge her current intelligence." Doctor Valerian led Dash’s attention down the left hall with a wave of his hoof. “If you would please follow me.”
Dash was led into a small room with dim lights, just barely illuminating the elaborate machines that quietly ticked away with scientific calculations. A large pane of one way glass took up most of the wall to the right, opening up to an examination room on the other side. Four camera monitors displayed multiple angles of the other room.
Three other ponies waited in the room, each dressed in clean lab coats with the needed ID badges pinned to the fronts. Each one had a clipboard and pencil, either floating by magic or carefully balanced on their hooves. They just barely acknowledged Dash’s presence, assuming she was just a guest of Valerian’s and silently welcomed her.
The examination room on the other side of the window was as sterile as an operating room. It contained only a table and a set of chairs that populated its center. The walls lacked any paintings or light figures that may distract the subject during the many tests that ran through this room on a daily basis. Everything was kept smooth and simple with stimuli kept at a minimal.
For these particular set of tests, a single white lidded box sat on the table. The container lacked any distinct markings save for the words “Intel. Tests - Subject 105” scribbled on the side in black marker pen.
Dash looked over everything around her, paying extra attention to the mysterious white box that sat in the other room. "So if she passes any of these tests of yours, that'll mean that the old Gilda's still in there somewhere?"
"Precisely," the doctor responded, writing something down on a clipboard. "If she passes then it will show that she still retains higher cognitive function. Although...Judging by her recent...exploits, Miss Gilda doesn't show many signs of recovery."
“What do ya mean?”
“Well, today we found her in her room with her diapers removed,” Doctor Valerian responded. “She was...well, playing with her mess again.”
“Oh,” Dash replied and then paused. "But...this'll help you know for sure, right?"
"Of course."
Peering through the oneway glass, Dash watched as Gilda was brought into the examination room. Lily Luck struggled to bring the babbling griffin into the room, pulling her most of the time as Gilda was much too busy chewing on her tail or trying to touch her new diaper.
Dash could never get use to seeing Gilda like this, blathering on with a drool covered face, barely aware of the world around her. The thick diaper around her waist was always something that required the most getting use to. It seemed that the short walk over here was enough time for Gilda to wet her diaper a little, making a visible spot appear between her legs.
After a few minutes, a new pony, dressed in a similar white lab coat as the ones who populated the observation room, walked into the lab. He traded off with Lily Luck and she was free to leave. All the medical ponies exchanged professional pleasantries, trading notes and listing off streams of medical jargon before they began the examination.
To start the many tests, Gilda was first given a stapled packet of paper with a freshly sharpened pencil. The packet contained numerous questions, varying from high level math questions to simple matching games a preschooler would know.
However, no matter how simple the question, Gilda seemed more interested in the pencil that was carefully slipped into her paws. She spent the quiz time chewing on the yellow stick, only occasionally scribbling something into the page with a giggle. The pages were quickly made illegible once she scribbled all over half the questions and drooled over other everything else.
Marking the first test as a failure, they moved on to a new one. This one being a much simpler sorting game with colorful cardboard tiles stacked in a big pile in front of the griffin. The object of this test was to simply sort all the tiles by color, but again, Gilda didn’t seem the least bit interested.
There was a moment in the middle of the test that the concept seemed to click for Gilda. Her expression suddenly changed from directionless staring to a more concentrated look. The ponies in their white lab coats leaned forward in anticipation, hoping for some sort of breakthrough.
Gilda’s face then suddenly grew red as she grunted a couple times. The loud sound of passing gas echoed off the white walls of the room, obnoxiously announcing her dirty deed. Her diaper bulged out from under her, filling up with a smelly mess as she just stared blankly at the doctor who was watching her.
The group of ponies behind the one way mirror let out a disappointed sigh and leaned back into their seats. The medical pony in the examination room did his best to stay composed as the noxious fumes offended his nose.
“That’s enough testing for one day,” Doctor Valerian finally said, “you should be able to have some time alone with Gilda if you wish. Her room should be cleaned up by now.”
Gilda was once again shuffled back to her room by the unenthusiastic guiding hand of Lily Luck. She was much more of a hassle to deal with now, on top of the stench that followed her every step of the way. The mush brained griffin would constantly attempt to grab her messy diaper with a claw, stopping in the middle of the hallway to do so. Lily would pull her out of the way right before she could get too involved. The last thing she needed was to have Gilda reach into her diaper like before
When the two returned to Gilda’s room, they found it to be freshly cleaned. The walls were brought back to their pure white luster. The smell of griffin feces was now replaced by a pleasant, lemony scent.
In the room waited a clean diaper, wipes, and a container of baby powder. Lily was clever enough to take a hint. “I guess they expect me to change you,” Lily reluctantly said.
“Abloo bloo,” Gilda replied as she was carefully lowered to the ground.
The diaper change proceeded much in the same way as the first one. Lily had to carefully pull each diaper tape away with her mouth while holding her breath as best as she could. The messy diaper quickly stunk up the room, but Gilda barely batted an eye at the horrid stench.
Lily did her best to keep Gilda steady as she proceeded to change her. She was squirmier than usual, constantly trying to grab at the various toys that laid scattered across the floor. Half of the diaper change was spent keeping the griffin calm, settling her down, and avoiding any hissy fits when she wanted to play with the toys.
By the end of the diaper change, the door slowly opened. Rainbow Dash peeked her head into the room, her nose instantly curling up at the lingering messy diaper smell. “Doc said it might help if I sit with Gilda for a bit. Should I come back later?”
“No no, I’m almost done here,” Lily Luck responded before delicately using her mouth to roll up the old diaper and it’s wipes. She struggled to retape the diaper, but eventually bound all of the mess into a tight ball. With the task finally done, she leaned back and took a deep breath of air. Made it.
Timidly she picked up the diaper in her mouth and rushed out the door. The sooner she threw away the old diaper, the sooner she could go off and do something else.
Dash was now left alone with Gilda. She seated herself against a wall, looking toward the regressed griffin. "Gilda? Do you remember me?"
"Dah gah abloo bloo!" Gilda mindlessly babbled, barely acknowledging Dash's presence. The toys were more interesting to her.
"Do you remember anything of your old life?"
"Pfftpl!" More drool poured out of Gilda's mouth as she happily chewed on her tail.
Dash let out a defeated sigh, collapsing backwards against the padded wall. Gilda didn’t seem to even care that she was waddling around in diapers. There was little of her old self left to judge.
Playtime continued regardless. Dash mostly kept an eye on the diapered griffin, only occasionally wiggling a rattle in front of her drool covered mouth to keep her entertained. Gilda much preferred playing alone, chewing on a big plastic chain of keys and getting the soft stuffed animals wet with her slobber.
For the simple minded Gilda, she couldn’t be happier. Everything was right in her world and nothing else mattered when she was with her toys. The world melted away as the diapered griffin happily played by herself. She systematically moved through her toys, making them sticky with her slobber in her wake.
After many of her less-than-durable toys became soggy with her spit or too chewed up to be fun anymore, Gilda settled on her blocks. The brightly colored squares were the only toys available that were able to withstand the relentless chewing and slobber. She happily stacked the pile of blocks in crude towers, squealing and clapping whenever the construction toppled over on itself.
On her most recent project, Gilda managed to break her personal record and stack a whopping six blocks on top of each other before they all came tumbling down. Like many collapsed towers before it, Gilda quickly set off to gather the blocks again. A particular block managed to roll far away from the rest, making her crawl a fair distance before she could reach it.
Her claw froze and hovered over the block in question. For a moment her entire body tensed up, not moving at all. She remained locked in the crawling position, a distant expression growing in her eyes.
Before Dash could even think to ask what was wrong, Gilda began to grunt loudly. Her tummy tightened as her claws curled up into fists. Paying no mind to Dash being in the same room, Gilda began to mess her diaper, loading it up in the back with abandon.
Dash had front row seats the dirty deed. Gilda’s rump faced the pony as it became visably heavy and darkened with griffin poop.
Finished with soiling herself, Gilda carelessly plopped back down on her butt. The poopy mess inside her diaper squished loudly under her weight, getting the inside nice and messy. She abandoned her toys for the moment and simply bounced on her messy diaper, smiling dumbly as the squishy filth moved about and made her butt slick and sticky.
Dash knew very well that she should have done something about it right away, but she couldn’t stand the thought of getting any closer to the brown diaper that Gilda wore then she already was. She kept her distance, sitting away from the diapered griffin, but still keeping an eye on her. It’d be fine if she let Gilda crawl around in the dirty diaper just a little long, right?
Gilda was absolutely unfazed by the sagging weight inside her diaper, in fact, she seemed to enjoy it more. As she continued to play and bounce on her diapered rump, Gilda would always keep a hand on her lumpy diaper, fondling the smelly mess with a dumb giggle. If she only knew how disgusting and repugnant such an innocent act was. None of that mattered to the mush brain griffin, she just liked how it felt.
Not soon after, Dash could hardly stand the stench anymore. The smell thickly filled the room, almost making Dash faint every time it flicked her nose. Simply ignoring the smell was not enough any more. Once her endurance ran thin, Dash finally opted to calling for help.
Keeping Gilda in her peripheral, Dash knocked on the cell door. “Uhm...Doctor Valerian? Hello?” She only had to wait a few minutes before the cell door unlocked and opened up a crack. The light blue stallion poked his head through.
“Everything going alright?” the doctor said, curling his nose a bit at the smell. Behind Dash, he could see Gilda crawling around her toys, a very full, brown diaper visibly sagging behind her. “Has she shown any reminants of her old self?”
“Well...I guess it was. She didn’t seem to really recognize me,” Dash said, “but she’s kind of...messy.”
“Hm,” Doctor Valerian simply said as his horn began to glow a dark blue. Through the open door floated in a new diaper. “Perhaps changing her diaper will help trigger some of her old cognitive functions.”
Dash shot the doctor a startled look. “You want me to change her?!”
“We hope that it will trigger some sort of cognitive response if she’s changed by somepony she knows.” Dash hesitated, remaining silent as Doctor Valerian finished talking. “If you don’t wish to change her, I can always get one of our orderlies to do it. It’s no trouble at all.”
Dash said with a reluctant sigh, “no, it’s fine, I can change her.”
Once more the door was closed, leaving Dash alone with Gilda.
Gilda’s diaper bulged out profusely, tinted a heavy brown. The weight swayed behind her as she crawled around the room, giggling incoherently. Drool continued to dribble down her beak as the simple minded griffin moved with a foggy daze.
Delicately, Dash moved Gilda down to the center of the room, paying close attention to her limbs that squirmed and wiggled about carelessly. The diaper squelched loudly as Gilda was moved into position, legs spread out wide while emphasizing the swollen diaper.
Dash took in a deep breath, filling her lungs up with the last of the fresh air in the room. Then, with a careful hoof, she untaped the diaper’s tapes, one by one. The diaper flopped open once it was released, revealing the large mound of poop that filled Gilda’s diaper. The horrible smell quickly filled the room, making Dash’s eyes burn for a moment as she did her best to hold her breath. Squinting and cringing, Dash pulled out the first moist wipe. She paused, mentally preparing herself for the dreaded ordeal.
Dash moved through the diaper change as quickly as she could. She would only occasionally pause to bat Gilda’s hand whenever she tried to touch the mess directly.
It took a fair number of wipes to clean the area up. It seemed that Dash’s hesitance only gave Gilda more time to squish the mess around and make it more of a hassle to clean up. By the end of it all Dash seemed to be making great progress. It had taken a large amount of wiping, but she managed to clean up the brown mess that clung to Gilda’s rump. She optimistically hoped that this would be a short and simple diaper change.
But much to her misfortune, Gilda had other plans. her tummy grumbled for a moment as the griffin responded to it the best way she could. She grunted loudly past her claw, pushing out a new mess underneath her. The mess was free to spread out through the open diaper, dirtying up her once clean bottom.
“Gah a gabloo!” Gilda babbled, plopping down on her new mess as she suckled on a claw.
Dash cringed and kept her nose squeezed shut throughout the entire thing. She could hardly hold back her lunch as she avoided looking at Gilda as the mush brained griffin filled her diapers again.
Feeling green around the gills and almost fainting where she stood, Dash reached for the wipes again. Her hoof touched the plastic container and found it was completely out.
“Wipes!” She gasped, double checking the empty container as she hastily looked around for any.
She then looked down at Gilda, who still happily babbled away, wallowing in her own filth. She was still very dirty. Dash would need more wipes, there was no doubt about that.
The pegasus quickly hopped to her feet. “U-uhm, doc? I’m gonna need more wipes,” Dash called towards the metal door, walking towards it.
After a few minutes of silence, the door creaked open, revealing a disgusted Lily Luck who held her nose. “Here,” she simply said, handing the other pony a new container of wipes with her free hoof.
“Thanks,” Dash quickly said, grabbing the wipes. Not a moment after the exchange, the door slammed shut, locking the smell in the room.
Dash nodded at the wipes. Now she was ready to finish that diaper change!
She slowly turned to face Gilda, but instantly dropped the container of wipes, gasping with her mouth agape.
Somehow, Gilda had managed to make an absolute mess of herself. The mound of messy muck that was in her diaper now found its way all over the griffin, soiling her pristine coat. The mush brained griffin giggled and squirmed on the floor as she spread the muddy mess all over herself.
Dash gagged, covering her mouth with both hooves. “Oh Celestia! The smell!”
“Gah dah bloo bloo!” Gilda proudly babbled, squirming around in her own filth. She loved being messy. “Poopy!”
In a flash, Dash returned to the metal door, banging on it wildly as she called out. “I need you again!”
Shortly after, the door slowly opened a crack, Lily Luck peeking her head in. “Yeah?”
Dash hastily wedged herself through the little crack, anxiously trying to push herself out of the room. The startled earth pony knew well enough to back away, giving the panicked pony enough room to escape.
“I-I changed my mind! I’m not gonna clean up...THAT!”
“You can’t just leave-” Lily called out, but the moment she turned back around, the cyan pegasus was already far down the hall.
She turned back to Gilda, who was making a bigger mess of herself as time went on.
“Where has Ms. Dash run off to?” Doctor Valerian appeared out of nowhere, looking over Lily Luck’s shoulder as his nose instinctively scrunched up at the foul smell seeping through the door.
“She...” Lily could hardly believe what happened, “she flaked on the diaper change.”
“I see,” the doctor said, tapping his chin in contemplation. “Then I’m afraid you’ll have to finish.”
“What?!”
“I’m sorry, Lily Luck. Nopony else is free.”
Lily reluctantly reentered the padded room. Gilda had already gone wild in her messy playtime, getting the room and herself equally messy. It seemed that the only place that wasn’t messy was the diaper that loosely hung off her tail like a soiled cape.
She let out a heavy, disgruntled sigh. “Come on, Gilda. Time for a bath...”
She had to find a better job than this.
