Vinyl arched her head back, eyes glazing over the scores of old red brick before finally reaching the top of the building. After doing the same to well over a dozen buildings before this one, Vinyl was tired. Surely her search could come to an end now, right?

Bringing her eyes down, she saw a small sign just above the left-most door: The Fountain of Youth.

“Finally.” It turns out, finding an underground club barely anypony’s ever heard of isn’t exactly easy, even with Vinyl’s street smarts. And the occasional weird looks she got just for asking about it hadn't helped.

But she was here now, with just enough time before her gig to get ready. Probably.

Adjusting her saddlebags, Vinyl gave the vinyls inside a loving pat. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to bring of a few of her favorite tracks; had to make a good first impression after all.

She trotted over to the door of the club. It was early enough that no bouncers were out. Heck, no velvet ropes had even been set up yet.

With a flick of magic, she tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. Creaking, the door opened, revealing a set of stairs that descended deep into the building.

“Heh, underground in more ways than one,” Vinyl quipped, disappointed nopony was around to hear it.

Good thing she hadn’t brought her own equipment. As Vinyl climbed down the steep steps, her back was grateful she didn’t have to carry spine-crushingly heavy amps down them. Even with magic, that was never a fun time.

When she reached the bottom, she was greeted by a brick wall and a stylized sign that bore the name of the club once more. Its bubbly pink lettering blinking with the help of neon let her know she definitely hadn’t screwed up the address. Always good to know.

To the left, Vinyl saw the brick carrying on a bit more, before turning a corner that undoubtedly led to the club floor. The soft blue and green lights that poked out of the darkness let her know that much at least.

Looking to her right, Vinyl saw a door with the word ‘Staff’ scrawled on with hasty black letters.

Bingo.

She tapped it twice and heard movement on the other side before she’d even finished setting her hoof back down.

The door opened, Pacific Glow’s cheerful face filling the doorway. She hadn’t changed much at all since Vinyl had last seen her. Same twintails, same grin, same... pacifier.

Really? The party hasn’t even started yet, Vinyl thought as she eyed the foalish toy dangling from her neck. Before she could even decide if that was weird or over eager, she snapped her gaze back up to keep things from getting awkward.

“Hi!” Pacific smiled at her. “You managed to make it after all, huh?”

“Heh, yeah.” Vinyl rubbed the back of her neck. Was it really that late? “Sorry, I--”

“Oh, no no,” Pacific held up a hoof to stop her. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t get a chance to tell you where this place was last night. I’m just glad you found it.” She backed up, holding the door open a little wider as she beckoned Vinyl foward. “Please, come in.”

“Thanks.” Vinyl squeezed in, her saddlebags brushing the edges of the narrow door frame.

Now inside the coveted ‘employees only’ part of the club, Vinyl got her first real look at the backstage part of The Fountain of Youth.

Her eyes glazed over the second-hand (possibly third-hand) couch and accompanying mini-fridge in the center, passed the plastic changing table in the back corner, the unlit closet beside that and then finally came to rest on a stack of vinyl prints and a spare amp next to another door that no doubt led out onto the stage.

All in all, a pretty standard-- Wait a second.

Doing a double take, Vinyl shot a look to the back corner of the room, thinking her eyes must’ve been playing tricks on her. They weren’t.

There really was a bright blue changing table just sitting in the room. The kind used when changing a foal’s diapers, but for some reason much bigger, as if it was meant for a grown adult.

Taking a closer look at it, Vinyl’s eyes only widened further and they lowered and saw the drawers beneath. Most were shut, but the bottom one wasn’t. Instead it was wedged open, unable to close all the way as the tightly packed contents threatened to spill out. Forcing it in such a position was something white and poofy, visible just over the edges of the drawer.

Is that… Nah, couldn't be.

Assuming there must be a logical explanation for what she was seeing, Vinyl turned back to Pacific. “Hey, what’s with the--” she choked on the last words when she saw her boss.

Pacific Glow was wearing a diaper.

“Uh- ...Buh- ...Wha- ...Huh?” Vinyl sputtered noises she didn’t even know she was capable of making, so taken aback that she had to do a double, triple, and quadruple take.

For a moment, Pacific Glow seemed confused, as though Vinyl’s confusion was somehow unwarranted. She even made it through two whole blinks of innocent confusion before the mass of poof swallowing her rear suddenly made understanding dawn on her face. “Oh, okay.”

“Okay?” Vinyl was pretty sure her jaw cracked the floor when the two made contact. “That’s all you-- What?”

Pacific offered an apologetic, if sheepish, smile. Turning all the way around, she let the door slowly creak shut behind them, punctuating the awkward moment with the sounds of rusty hinges.

“I owe you an explanation,” she admitted.

“Uh… yeah.” Vinyl tried really hard to keep eye contact with Pacific, but she couldn’t stop her gaze from darting back to the edges of the diaper still peeking over Pacific’s frame.

Pacific chewed her llp, doing an equally poor job to look at Vinyl as her eyes seemed transfixed by the floor.

“So…” Vinyl mustered up all the tact in her body. “The hell are you wearing a diaper for?”

She winced. Maybe not the best way to have put that.

Pacific winced. Definitely not the best way to have put that.

They both reverted back to their darting-eyed antics from before, neither making a move

Finally, Pacific managed to fidget her hooves enough to gain some confidence. “It’s uh… how should I put this…”

As dense as she could be, Vinyl was acutely aware that the discomfortable levels in the room were reaching maximum. It was time to blurt out something that wasn’t totally stupid. Hopefully.

“Look, if this is just, like, something you’re into, or whatever, then it’s… whatever.” Smooth. “I mean, like… I don’t care. Like what you like and all that. Just… maybe be a little bit more professional and stuff.” Oh, very smooth. “I’m not saying you aren’t! Just… like, wear diapers on your own time, or something?” Really frickin’ smooth, Vinyl. Celestia dammit.

Pacific drew in a breath, her features contorting into a bright red scrunch of embarrassment, except with the look of a hesitant ‘but’ on her lips.

“But… uh…” Pacific exhaled, deeply. “Vinyl, you still don’t understand.”

Vinyl’s eyes rolled from Pacific’s face, to the pacifier around her neck, to the diaper slapped against her plot. There wasn’t exactly a lot of room for misinterpretation here. “Uh… what do you mean?”

“Oh geeze, I knew I should’ve explained this to you last night.” She forced a smile so awkward that it single-handedly put the rest of their conversation so far to shame. “It’s not just me who’s wearing diapers tonight.”

“...Come again?”

“You see, this whole club was made for ponies who, well… enjoy this sort of thing.” She indicated her diapered flank, as though what she’d said need explanation.

“Oh,” Vinyl said, before the information had even finished processing. When it did, her pupils shrank. “Ohhhh.”

“Yeah, um…” Pacific attempted a casual shrug. “Everypony who comes here wears them. It’s really the only place in all of Manehattan where we can be public about liking diapers.”

“O-kay…” Vinyl shifted, uncomfortable. Maybe it was rude of her to be completely weirded out by the concept alone, but she was. “...So The Fountain of Youth--”

“--Is a pretty on the nose name, yeah.” Her next grin came with a blush, as if she was equal parts proud and embarrassed for having come up with it.

“So when I go out to play tonight, everypony’s going to be wearing diapers and stuff?” She asked, not even sure she wanted to know what ‘and stuff’ really entailed.

“Yeah, everypony.” Pacific bit her lip so hard Vinyl was surprised she didn’t draw blood. “Everypony,” she stressed, nervously eyeing her.

Vinyl’s pupil’s shrank even further, nearly popping out of existence. “Oh no... You don’t mean--”

“I do.” Pacific winched. Vinyl winced. “But it would just be for tonight. You won’t even notice it, I prom--”

“Oh no!” Vinyl backpedaled, her rear end slamming into the sofa to stop her. “No no no! No!”

Pacific chased after her, crinkles echoing from her padding. “Vinyl--”

“I’m not wearing a diaper!” Vinyl shouted.

“It’s really not as big a deal as you’re making it out to be,” Pacific promised. “You won’t even feel embarrassed; everypony will be wearing one!”

“But it’s--” Vinyl caught herself before any words along the lines of ‘weird’, ‘disgusting’, or ‘creepy’ escaped her lips. She’d already been enough of a jerk to Pacific; heaping more onto the pile wouldn’t do any good. “I don’t want to!” she course corrected.

“Vinyl…” Pacific frowned, stopping her approach just as Vinyl was ready to tip over the couch’s arm rest. “Look, I know, okay? Why do you think I’ve had to go through so many DJs? Nopony wants to do this. But…” She sighed. “Before, I’ve let them go onstage without one, and it just makes everypony feel really self-conscious when they notice.”

I bet, Vinyl thought, thankfully keeping that quip to herself.

“I’m not trying to guilt trip you or anything, I promise,” Pacific continued. “But… if you could, just for tonight… It would mean a lot.” She paused, mind seeming to race as she realized she’d need to sweeten the deal. “You’d be remembered as the best DJ we’ve ever had.”

Vinyl chewed her cheek, averting her eyes. Even her ego wasn’t that easily stroked. “I--”

“Wait, before you answer, let me just...” Pacific hastily added, eyes shooting to the closet. She was clearly grasping at straws, but wasn’t ready to give up.. “Here, look.”

Pacific moved passed her, darting towards the closet at the back wall. Vinyl heard the flick of a light switch, followed by the rummaging of fabric, but she didn’t bother to look that way.

Instead, her attention was on the door. Right now, Pacific was distracted. If there was ever a time to sneak away, this would be it… right?

And why shouldn’t I? Vinyl thought indignantly. She lied to get me here! She wants me to wear a freaking diaper for Celestia’s sake! I’ve got no reason to humor this.

Except…

Thinking back on last night, fighting the blurry memories that so often accompanied her binge drinking, Vinyl couldn’t exactly think of a lie she’d been told. She’d been so distracted just trying to get to a bathroom, that she’d barely let Pacific talk.

Okay, whatever. So what if she didn’t lie? Part of Vinyl was still insistent she weasel out. You can’t do this gig. Even without wearing a diaper, if word got out that you’d played at a place like this you’d be a freaking laughing stock.

That much was true. Vinyl couldn’t think of any big time DJs that had played for a diaper club before. And that was because there weren’t any. Nopony made it to the top of the night club scene by doing something like that.

Or… had they?

It’s not like any big name DJs would go bragging about playing something like this. And nopony at the Fountain of Youth would go mouthing off about it either, lest they wanted everypony to know where they spent their Saturday nights. Could she get away with this gig and keep her rep at the same time?

Doesn’t matter. That dissenting, but quiet voice, had returned. You still don’t have to do this. Pacific can’t do crap if you leave, and you’ll never have to think about tonight again. Just go home, split a bottle of wine with Tavi, and call it a night.

Wait…

Octavia.

Vinyl had nearly forgotten, but she’d already mouthed off about her gig tonight to her roommate, hadn’t she? So if she bailed and went home now, then she was screwed. She’d never hear the end of it.

That pretty much settled it; she wasn’t leaving now.

Sure, it was... far from ideal, but it was a doable job at least. Vinyl would just play a little music, get paid, and go home. She didn’t have to accept Pacific’s offer as a fulltime DJ. In fact, she never had to come back to this club ever again. All she had to do was survive tonight.

Now the only problem was the diaper…

“Okay, what about this?” Pacific stepped back into the room, clutching something purple in her hooves.

Ears flicking, Vinyl turned to get a better look at this possible solution being offered. Pacific unraveled it for her, giving Vinyl time to drink it all in.

And it… was a onesie.

A freaking onesie.

Granted, one big enough for an adult to wear, but that hardly made it any better. The mere sight of the purple cotton that tapered off into a buttoned hatch at the flanks was enough to kill the idea that a full grown pony was supposed to wear this, size be damned.

And all the additions to it didn’t help. Since a plain design would’ve obviously been too boring for Vinyl, Pacific had grabbed a onesie with a translucent silk skirt wrapped around the waist. It’s pale purple coloring helped it to stand out without clashing with the rest of the outfit, and it was just long enough to make the whole thing look like a tutu. The matching puffed sleeves near the top only added on to that feeling.

“I know it isn’t perfect,” Pacific continued as Vinyl stared. “But it would at least cover the diaper.”

“Uh… yeah…” Vinyl admitted. “But did you have to pick out something so--”

“--Foalish?” Pacific filled in for a nod. “Yeah, I know. But trust me, this was the least foalish thing in there.”

Vinyl sneaked a glance towards the closet. The dim light on inside illuminated a rainbow’s worth of frills, lace, and poof. She shivered at the thought of sifting through all of that. Best not to tempt fate on this one.

But now that she’d decided to go through with the gig, what were her options? Not wear a diaper and basically ruin the night? Vinyl had never tainted a party before and she wasn’t about to let that record go.

Even if it means I have to wear a diaper? She clenched her jaw. Yeah… I mean, I guess...

But what about the onesie?

Just looking at the foalish garment again, Vinyl could feel her face start to contort into a cringe. It was just so uncool; not befitting of a DJ of her status in the least. Then again, a diaper was probably less so…

One look at Pacific Glow’s face sealed the deal. She wore a desperate, almost pathetic, smile that made it obvious how much she wanted this to work out, even as she knew Vinyl probably wanted the opposite. It was a hard smile to say no to.

“Fine, I’ll take it,” she muttered, refusing to make eye contact with it, or her. Even so, she could practically feel Pacific light up.

“Really, you will?” Her voice was so giddy it almost hurt to listen to. “You’ll be our DJ?”

“I mean, I already accepted the gig, right? Vinyl forced some teeth into her smile. “Can’t back out of it now, now can I-- Oh!” She was cut off by a tight hug from Pacific. It was awkward, but she managed to put her fore legs around her and return it. “Uh…”

“Thank you,” Pacific said.

“Yeah… welcome,” Vinyl murmured.

“Really,” Pacific let her go, taking a step back. “It means a lot.”

Vinyl just laughed awkwardly. “Spare me the mushy stuff, already.”

“Heh, you’re right.” Pacific eyed the changing table towards the back. “Besides. We need to get you ready.”

Vinyl gulped. “Right…” Her eyes wandered over to the changing table, the mere thought of climbing onto it making her muscles tense in protest. Already second thoughts were creeping into her mind.

Pacific was already walking towards it, however, like it was the easiest thing in the world for her. Given how effortless it was for her to waddle in her own padding, it probably was.

She laid the onesie down across the couch as she passed, and motioned for Vinyl to follow her.

“Uh, hey…” Vinyl said, chasing after her. Pacific turned around, stopping just as they reached the changing table. “I can put it on myself. You don’t need to do it for me.”

“Oh.” Pacific frowned, but only for a half-second. It was almost as though she’d been looking forward to putting a diaper on Vinyl. “Yeah, I mean, of course you can. Here.” She popped open the bottom draw of the changing table and withdrew a fluffy, white square. She held it out for Vinyl to take.

Chewing her cheek, Vinyl stared at it. A diaper.

Not even wanting to touch it, she lit up her horn and wrapped it in a magical aura. It left Pacific’s hoof, unfolding in mid air before stopping to hover just in front of Vinyl. She eyed it anxiously, before looking to Pacific.

“Oh, right.” Taking the hint, Pacific turned away to give Vinyl a little privacy.

Now left with no more excuses, Vinyl sighed to herself. Sending the diaper back to her plot, she gritted her teeth and parted her legs. The padding slid onto her undercarriage, sending a shiver down her spine. Wincing, Vinyl willed the diaper to curl around her plot, threading her tail through the hole in the back and pulling it through. The diaper folded around her waist, tickling Vinyl in all the wrong ways as it tapped itself down.

Trying hard not to bite her lip off, Vinyl turned to inspect the damage. The white mound of poof on her behind only looked extremely stupid, which was about as best she could’ve hoped for. She tried to reposition her legs back to normal, only to be met with a chorus of crinkles and a hefty amount of resistance from the glorified pillow on her butt.

Feeling heat rise beneath her cheeks already, Vinyl came to terms with the fact that she’d be stuck with a spread gait for the duration of the night. She just took solace in the fact that she wouldn’t look like a complete foal as she turned to the onesie.

It still filled her with reservation, but as the blush on her face made itself more and more known, it was looking like the best option. Hiding this diaper could be about the only thing that would keep her sane tonight.

Picking up the onesie, Vinyl shrugged off her saddlebags and set them to the side. Fiddling with the purple clothes for a moment, she eventually gave up being tactful and simply forced it over her head. She’d never been good with clothes, even with magic at her disposal, and spent a good while forcing the garment onto herself. By the time she got her hooves through the puffy sleeves, she was plenty frustrated on top of her embarrassment.

Finally adjusting the body of the onesie, Vinyl was dressed… for better or for worse.

“Okay,” she muttered, face to the floor. “Done.”

Pacific turned around, face lighting up when she saw the completed outfit. “Aww! You look so cute.”

Vinyl’s entire coat turned red. “Y-Yeah? Well…” She couldn’t think of anything to say to that, and just sputtered into incoherence instead.

Pacific just giggled at her embarrassment, which only served to make Vinyl even more embarrassed, threatening a feedback loop. She headed that off early by levitating her saddlebags back onto her back and turning, pointing herself at the only remaining door in the room, deducing that it must lead inward toward the club.

“Okay, let’s do this,” she said, hoping there was enough false bravado to mask the cracking of her voice.

“Oh, hang on.” Pacific suddenly said.

“What?” Vinyl looked back to see her boss approaching her diapered plot. Her face flushed to a whole new shade of red. “H-Hey!”

She started to move, only for Pacific to stop her with a firm hoof against her flank. “Don’t move,” she said. “I just gotta…” She trailed off, hooves fiddling with Vinyl’s onesie. The fabric tugged as Pacific worked, and soon Vinyl heard two short snaps.

“There we go.” Pacific smiled. “Sorry, you just forgot to do the buttons.”

“Oh…” Vinyl gave a wimpy smile. At least that was caught early. “Thanks.”

Pacific moved ahead of her, deftly waddling around Vinyl. “Okay,” she said. “Now let me show you the club floor.”

Finally, something normal. Vinyl was sure she could forget about this whole mess the second she was behind a good set of turntables. Or maybe that was just her demented hope. But even so, that wasn’t going to stop her from trying.

She followed after Pacific, only to run into a problem. Each step brought with it a fresh awkwardness. With her legs as spread as they were, Vinyl was doomed to toddle around just like Pacific. Her diaper wasn’t going to let her forget about it so easily.

Biting her lip, Vinyl figured she could put up with a foalish waddle and kept moving, only to be chased by the taunting sounds of plastic crinkles. She could only wince pathetically.

Pacific Glow pushed open the door, and motioned for Vinyl to follow her. Forcing herself to live with it, Vinyl put up with the waddles and the crinkles as far as the doorway before she overheated her face from all the blushing and needed a moment to cool down.

“And here’s the main club floor,” Pacific said, an outstretched hoof revealing Vinyl’s new kingdom to her.

And just like that, her fleeting hopes for some semblance of normalcy disappeared.

Vinyl’s ears folded down as she took in the sights before her. If she hadn’t explicitly been told this was the club proper, she would’ve sworn they’d just stepped into an oversized nursery.

A pale pink carpet covered the floor, so fuzzy that one step onto it caused Vinyl’s hoof to sink in slightly. Stuffed animals of all sizes littered the floor, all of them seeming to stem from a massive pile towards the wall to her left.

And speaking of the wall... Vinyl whirled her head up and around, taking in the pink and white striped wallpaper that covered the room. Red hearts dotted the pattern throughout as well, making sure no edge of the room wouldn’t feel as dainty and fillyish as possible.

But that wasn’t even close to the end of it. Towards the back corner, Vinyl saw what could only be considered a changing station. A few brightly colored mats were laid down next to two silvery trash cans, their purpose unfortunately pretty clear, and a small wooden supply chest sat opposite of them.

Further up along that side, Vinyl saw the club had its own bar. For a brief moment, this revelation was a breath of fresh air for her. After all, there was no way she was making it through this night without getting absolutely hammered.

But that breath of fresh air was polluted the moment she really took in what really made up the bar.

It had all the typical trappings of a bar, shelves lined with alcohol, taps, a long, wooden table with which to drink from, and it was even being cleaned that very moment by a whistling bartender.

Yet, as familiar as it looked, there were a few, subtle hints that this was not your average club bar. For starters, the whole thing was surrounded by the walls of what appeared to be a playpen, with mesh netting reaching just up to the edge of the bar table. Instead of bar stools, five high chairs stood before it, each predictably big enough for a fully grown pony. But the worst part, was that Vinyl couldn’t see any glasses; just foal bottles.

Of. Friggin’. Course.

Tearing her eyes away from that travesty, Vinyl retreated the the back-center of the room, hoping to take solace in a--hopefully normal--set of turntables and subwoofers.

And, to her surprise, they were actually normal. A sleek, modern pair of subwoofers flanked a dual track turntable so shiny that Vinyl was practically squinting to look at it. The whole setup was clean to the point of pristine-ness to boot; she was willing to bet not a single speck of dust was present. It was either brand new equipment, or well taken care of equipment, but either way it was begging for a real DJ to take it for a proper spin. And Vinyl was the realist DJ she knew...

It was almost perfect. Almost, because as Vinyl’s tunnel vision faded she saw pink bars surrounding the setup on all sides, creating the imagery of a crib. Her heart sank, her last bastion for pretending this club was normal crushed right before her eyes.

“Well,” Pacific prodded, drawing Vinyl’s attention. “What do you think?”

“Uh…” Come on, say… something. “It’s definitely… a club?” She cringed inwardly, her own delivery nearly as bad as the club floor itself.

“Heh, yeah, it is,” Pacific said, rolling with it. “But I mean… will you still be able to play like this?”

The corner of her mouth tugged to the side. She shifted, feeling the poofy diaper stuck to her plot squeeze between her legs. Vinyl wanted so badly to sigh right then. “Well, I’m already wearing a diaper,” she said. “Like this would make me back out.”

Pacific gave a more genuine giggle this time. “Glad to hear it.”

“Don’t mention it.” Vinyl waddled over to the turntables, ears nearly flicking down when she heard the crinkles behind her.

Surveying the psuedo-crib up close, she found the bars came up to her chest. Poking her head around the corners, she didn’t find a door or any sort of opening to get inside. She looked back, just as Pacific caught up to her. “Uh…”

“You have to climb over the bars,” Pacific elaborated. The look on Vinyl’s face must’ve said it all, because she quickly added, “I know, not the best design but we’re kind of stuck with it.”

“Well, okay I guess.” With her magic, Vinyl slipped off her saddles bags and set them inside the bars of the the makeshift crib, then grabbed the edge with her fore hooves. Pulling up, she swung one of her hind legs over, but failed to judge the bulk of her padding.

The crotch of her diaper leapt into the crib’s edge, and Vinyl’s face went from light pink to fiery red in a heartbeat. So shocked by it all, her body just rolled and she flopped over the side, landing square on her padded plot. Her butt sank into the diaper, and it decompressed to a choir of crinkles. Vinyl’s face stayed red.

“You okay?” Pacific asked, her shaky lips betraying her near-laugh.

“F-Fine,” Vinyl mumbled, struggling to stand back up. Though a challenge with her legs as spread apart as they were, she eventually managed. She surveyed the equipment before her, now free to work within the confines of the crib bars. Finally she had reached a point where she might be able to pretend she wasn’t dressed like an overgrown foal inside of a giant nursery.

And just the fact that that sentence applied to her life right now only made Vinyl blush all the more.

“Okay,” Pacific clapped. “I’ve got to go and properly open the club, so I’ll leave you to your music thing.”

“Sounds good.” Vinyl shifted her hind legs, her climb and fall having resulted in her diaper now riding up on her flanks, somehow making it even more uncomfortable to wear.

“Oh, and if you want a drink, just flag down Berry and she’ll hook you up,” Pacific pointed over to the purple mare working the bar, who waved back.

Looking gave Vinyl a chance to see the bartender was also wearing a diaper, which peeked out just over the edge of the table. As she waved to Berry, Vinyl tried not to stare at the padding.

“Staff drinks are on the house,” Pacific mentioned as she began walking to the front. “Just be responsible.”

“I’m responsible,” she absent-mindedly lied to her boss. Vinyl adjusted her onesie, trying to push her diaper back into place. It refused to sit properly on her rear now, getting its plushy softness everywhere it didn’t need to be.

Already she could tell it was going to be a long night.

Just then, the overhead lights dimmed, and softer spotlights poured some new colors into the overly pink club. Before Vinyl could even be grateful to the blues and reds now surrounding her, she heard new voices already coming from the front of the club floor.

“And so it begins,” Vinyl whispered to herself, magic digging into her bag of records while she slid her sunglasses off to see better. As she set the fresh vinyl down and flipped the machines on, Vinyl flashed a partying grin for the oncoming patrons. She moved the needle to the already spinning record, sound explosion pending.

She was more or less in DJ mode now, with alcohol being the optional--but not really optional--final component of her transformation.

I just hope I can get some booze that isn’t in a foal bottle, tonight.

Author's Note

Not quite the Christmas deadline I was hoping to hit, but hopefully not too far off for your liking. I'm thinking at least two more chapters to finish this story off. See you all next year!