Author's Note

Oh boy, I can imagine the salt I'm going to get for crossing an amazing anime with mlp... and diapers... My apologies, in advance for those who hate diapers. But then again, why are you here if you hate it?

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0- Prologue

Prologue:

Ponyville Marketplace, 6:00 AM

A grey Pegasus streaked down the street, panting. A spell had prevented flight, meaning he couldn’t escape that way. He cursed to himself, ignoring the startled glances from passerby. Clutched to him was a shining golden idol wrapped in cloth. In and out. That’s what he had to do. But no, he got greedy, and went for something bigger. He didn’t even bother checking for alarms, as the unique coin he originally stole didn’t have any. The Pegasus used his wing to knock over a market stand, sending flour everywhere in a massive cloud. He used this distraction to turn left down an alleyway. He smirked a little at his cunning move, taking a second to catch his breath. This was yet another miscalculation, as he didn’t see the small pony right above him on the roof.

“Crime Coefficent: One-Ninety. Enforcement mode: Padded Pacification. Please take careful aim and Pad the target.”

There was a flash of light, and he felt something poof up on his flanks, so thick, he fell over…

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Council of Order Headquarters, 6:00 AM

“Hey! Are you done with the report yet?” a red Pegasus called across the office. Her eyes were a soft blue, and her mane a soft, cherry-blossom pink.

“Ugh. Quit yelling, Orchid…” a chocolate-brown earth pony with a blonde mane sat up at his desk. He had clearly been napping. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll finish it up.”

“You know we have a break room for a reason, Chip.” She gave him a smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” He went back to his Crystal Computational Device (CCD, for short), and continued typing up his report.

Orchid blinked as she heard her Shard Communicator ring. It was a small crystal device, able to communicate over magic wavelengths. She glanced down to see a short text: ‘Grey Ghost has sent you a message: Situation under control. Heading back now with latent criminal and Padder Dusk.’ Orchid smiled. Her partner and his subordinate never failed a task. They made a good team.

“Sent, I’m taking a break.” She looked up to see Chip yawning and trotting out the doors, a diaper hugging his bottom. Padder Chip. He was lazy, but always got the job done. As a Caretaker, she knew she had to be a lot stricter to the Padders, but it just wasn’t her thing. Orchid sat down at her desk again, sorting through some files. It had been pretty hectic lately, but she liked it that way. She noted that the crime coefficient readings of her team were still open. Even though she knew them already, Orchid still read them over.

Orchid Blossom- Average CC: 42.1
Grey Ghost- Average CC: 79.0
Chocolate Chip- Average CC: 123.7
Dusk Shadow- Average CC: 299.9

Orchid closed the display boxes with a wave of her hoof, just as two ponies walked in. One, a Unicorn, had a grey body and bright green eyes. His mane was floppy and white. His Caretaker overcoat was slung casually over a shoulder, as he was writing notes into his Portable Crystal Comp. Well, he would normally be grey, but he was covered in a lot of white flour for some reason. Orchid decided it would be a story for later.

Next to him was a very small pony, slightly smaller than a schoolcolt with a light blue-gray body. His eyes were a dark blue, his mane and tail having two shades of grey separated with a streak of bright blue. He was an Alicorn, but his wings were crippled, preventing flight. A diaper was on him, a foal’s one due to his size. However, despite his small body, an air of serious maturity hung around him. He was the smallest adult pony in the unit.

“So, how did it go, Grey?” she asked the Caretaker.

“It went decently.” He answered. “Dusk Shadow and I took care of things quickly.”

“He had a one-track mind. He thought that just because he escaped the Caretaker, he was safe. I managed to get him while his guard was down.” The smaller pony spoke up. “It wasn’t an issue.”

“Good. Now-“

“Report, yes?” Dusk placed a folder on her desk. “Done on the way back.” He was old-fashioned, preferring to hoofwrite most of his work.

“Thanks.” She slid it into a cabinet. “Go on you two, take a break.”

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Break Room, Council of Order HQ 6:30 AM

“Geez, that flour took forever to get out…” Grey grumbled as he poured some tea for Dusk and himself.

“Pretty sure that we would have to call you White Ghost for some time.” Dusk gave a faint smile as he read the morning news. His diaper gave a faint crinkle as he moved.

“Hilarious… I couldn’t even shower, or it would make it worse. I had to scrub it out. Dry.” Grey sighed, setting their cups down. Dusk’s was in a foal bottle, as per the usual regulations for Padders. “Speaking of dry, are you?” he decided to get back a little at Dusk's teasing.

Dusk instantly blushed. “T-tch, don’t ask that like I’m a foal… I’m just a little wet, I don’t need a change yet…” He tried to keep his calm demeanor.

“Okay, well, we don’t want you getting a rash, so don’t push it too far.” Grey warned gently, settling in a chair. Like Orchid, he wasn’t very strict with his Padder subordinate at all. If anything, he felt an obligation to take care of him. He couldn’t explain the feeling, but Dusk just seemed fragile despite his hardened exterior.

Dusk chose not to comment, moving the newspaper closer to his face. “Hmm... Troubling. All Area crime rates have been increasing… I hope this doesn’t become a trend, and it’s just a random spike.”

“Yeah…” Grey frowned. “The department’s already worked up enough as it is.”

“Hey, did you hear?” Dusk set the paper down. “There’s a rumor going around that there’s this vigilante pony…”

“The one hog-tying criminals then putting them in public places to shame them? Yeah.”

“Yeah, him, but that’s not the main point. Some say that despite him committing criminal acts… He can keep his Crime Coefficient within normal values. So any scheduled mandatory scans won’t reveal him.”

“That’s ridiculous, the system works as it is. We haven’t had anypony get through it.” Another Caretaker, this one a griffon with a black and white body, came up to them. He had overheard their conversation.

“Still, it’s a scary thought, if someone found a way to beat the system.” Grey looked over at the Caretaker. “Good morning to you, too, Dust.”
“Sorry. Just haven’t been getting much sleep.” He took a sip of his tea, glancing over at Dusk. “Hey, now, where’s your manners? You should always greet your superiors.”

Dusk narrowed his eyes a bit, but spoke in a calm monotone. “Good Morning, Dust.”

“Tch. You should learn to respect-“

“Stop.” Grey stood up, face-to-face with Dust. “He’s my Padder, not yours. You have no jurisdiction as long as I’m around him.”

“Hmph.” Dust backed off, eyes mocking. “You’re too nice. It’ll come back to bite you.” With those snide remarks, he headed off without looking back.

Grey was about to ask Dusk if he was okay, before his communicator went off. It was yet another call-to-action. However, the entire team was requested for this one, marked as a Level-A priority case. He quickly read over the text message. “Blue Earth Pony… goes by the name Torrent… Crime Coefficent 301…hostage situation…”

“Sorry, break’s over.” He said to Dusk. “Let’s go.”