For some reason, it was taking Vinyl forever to get home.

It wasn’t like she was all that far from her apartment or anything. In fact, it was only a couple of blocks away now that she was cutting out all of the aimless wandering from earlier. Yet still, it felt like she was going a lot slower than she should be.

Must be the beer, Vinyl decided. Her double vision forced her to take it slow, lest she run into a light post or store corner like the drunkard she was.

But even worse than that was how badly she was stumbling around. It was like she’d forgotten how to walk or something! Granted, beer had that effect on her every now and then, but as Vinyl waddled forward, nearly tripping over her own hooves, she started to wonder if tonight was worse than usual.

It didn’t help that her whole backside felt cold and sticky. Each step reminded her of the unpleasant sensation, sending a shudder down her spine.

Sweet Celestia, what did I sit in? Vinyl thought bitterly. Maybe somepony had just spilled beer all over the carpet and she’d sat it in once she got her diaper off?

Vinyl tried to think back. It must’ve been a pretty narrow window if that where the case. Suckling in thought, she attempted to retrace her steps after she’d gotten her diaper off. That had been right after… or maybe right before… or possibly…

Actually, now that Vinyl thought about it she couldn’t think about! It was like she’d already forgotten about it.

Damn, that beer was some powerful stuff. Normally she’d have to sleep off a hangover before she forgot anything from the night before.

To her dismay, however, she found that she could still recall getting into the diaper, waddling around the club floor, drinking out of foal bottles, and even her two “accidents”. But she shrugged it all off, certain those unsightly moments would slip away soon.

Her suckling slowed and grew deeper as she tried to reset her train of thought. But, try as she might, she’d already forgotten what she was trying to remember.

Aw well, probably didn’t matter. She continued forward, only a few turns left before she reached her apartment.

Her ears flicked at a subtle “squish squish squish” sound that seemed to follow her every step. Looking down, Vinyl checked her fore hooves to make sure there was no gum stuck to them. There wasn’t

Next, her gaze whent to the concrete, praying that she hadn’t accidentally wandered into a construction site and gotten trapped in freshly laid cement. Again.

“Phew.” Vinyl exhaled at the site of normal sidewalk below her. She suckled away, calming down a little bit. Even though the mysterious squishing noise hadn’t been found, she was just relieved enough to stop caring about it. Besides, whatever it was, it didn’t affect her anyway.

Continuing her toddle home, Vinyl’s thoughts drifted to what she was going to do tomorrow. She remembered her promise to Pacific and frowned. Even if she soon forgot about it, it would come back quickly to her once she realized her records were missing.

She’d have to go back and get them, that was for sure. And when she did, she was undoubtedly going to be expected to play another night.

Really shouldn’t have said yes… Vinyl thought. It was a little late for what ifs, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling that way.

Mulling it over did her no good either. She still came back to the same conclusion she had reached when leaving the club: the money was good and the diapers (if clean) could be tolerated.

It was a really shame that the place had to be into that kind of stuff. If not for the diapers, Vinyl really would consider being a regular there. The ponies were nice, the drinks were good, and the pay…

Vinyl reached back and tapped the sack of bits on her back. The money clinked a wonderful tune back, and she smiled. Yeah, really is a shame about those diapers. I don’t know how they can stand wearing them. I wouldn’t want to be caught dead in them if I had the choice.

She rounded the corner, almost bumping into a stallion coming the opposite way.

“Oh, sowwy,” Vinyl slurred.

“No it’s my…” The stallion looked her up and down, eyebrows rising and nose wrinkling. “...bad.”

He trotted around her and aimed for the other side of the road, giving her a confused, if not disgusted, backwards glance as he did. Vinyl just huffed.

“Wude.” What was his deal?

Vinyl toddled onward, paying him no mind. She was almost home anyway, seeing the familiar splotches of green from Central Pasture’s trees that stood adjacent to her building.

Finally. Ready to just leap onto her couch and crash, Vinyl picked up her pace. Her ears flicked at the sound of the ever-present squishing noises do the same, and the sensation on her backside only grew more gross.

But that wasn’t enough to stop her, because she had finally made it home!

Vinyl burst into the apartment complex, as she all but skipped down the halls, and was practically floating by the time she found her apartment door.

Finally finally finally! She never thought it would feel so good just coming home. Now she could rub her paycheck in her roommate’s face, pass out, and forget all the awful things that had happened that night.

Vinyl went straight for the doorknob, finding that it turned quite easily for her. She grinned, knowing that meant Octavia hadn’t left yet.

The door flew open, Vinyl proudly strutting inside like she owned the place. To be fair, she partially did.

The familiar scent of coffee wafted through the air, stinging Vinyl’s nose before she even inhaled. Yet, it smelled different as Vinyl took a long, slow breath. Like it was mingling with the smell of a dumpster or something.

The living room and kitchen soon came into focus, Vinyl’s eyes still not working as well as her nose. First the couch unfuzzied itself, then the coffee table, then the coffee maker back in the kitchen, and finally, the mare using it.

Octavia’s back was turned as she put most of her focus into taking out the coffee pot and pouring herself a generous helping.

“Yo!” Vinyl called out to her, brightening at the sight of her roommate. She could hardly wait to show off her haul. At least with Octavia, Vinyl could recount the night as a more awesome experience than it had actually been. Couldn’t let her know anything that had actually gone down, of course.

“Good morning, Vinyl,” came Octavia’s sleepy response. She turned around to greet the triumphant DJ, cup in hoof. “How did it… go…” Her eyes widened and she nearly lost her grip on her coffee mug.

“We-heh-ell, wait tiww I teww woo, Tavi,” Vinyl said as leaned over, letting the sack of bits fall to the floor and spill open. She grinned, taking Octavia’s bug-eyed look of shock as a good thing. “Betcha didn’ tink I—”

“What in Equestria are you wearing?” Octavia cut her off.

Vinyl’s brow rose, not expecting that much of a shocked response. Octavia didn’t seem concerned at all by the fact that Vinyl could pay her rent for the next month.

And I’m not even wearing anything to boot. Vinyl thought as she suckled her pacifier.

Wait…

Pacifier?

Vinyl’s eyes slowly glanced down, catching the pink guard of the pacifier still stuck in her mouth.

Her heart stopped.

Oh no.

She looked down further, only to be greeted by the purple onesie clinging to her chest.

No no no!

Vinyl’s head creaked to turn around, looking past the puffy sleeves of her foalish clothes. She caught sight of her onesie’s hatch, still forced open.

NO! Oh Celestia no!

And her diaper. Her massive, poofy, messy diaper, still clinging her her plot.

Vinyl’s face went full on pink. Now she knew why she couldn’t remember ever taking her diaper off… In fact, a lot of stuff about her walk home made a lot more sense now, come to think of it.

She sniffed the air, the overwhelming stench of her dirty diaper overpowering the coffee by now. There was little doubt in her mind that Octavia had already noticed it.

She whirled around, biting down on her pacifier out of sheer nervousness. Her pink face must’ve gone through twenty new shades by the time she made eye contact with Octavia, and it still had another twenty to go before she finally blurted out, “Tavi, wait! I can espwain!”

Author's Note

Shout out one last time to bright foal and JordanOlson for their help with proofreading this chapter!

And keep an eye on bright foal, who's planning on continuing this with a sequel soon!