A city of great proportion stood vigilant along the bank of a large lake in the valley of the Padded Kingdom. It was not walled, nor did it need to be, for this was the capital city of their kingdom—Regalia. It remained a symbol of the peace that had reigned in the land for the past three hundred years. It’s ponies trotted along the streets with smiles on their faces and their diapers crinkling with every step. To summarize though, the Padded Kingdom was not called such without reason.

It had become traditional for a pony within the kingdom’s borders to wear such garments. To not wear one was considered ghastly and unsanitary, as toilets were nigh impossible to find inside any city or town within the land. The reason for such a garment to become the norm of this land was rather simple—all ponies of the nation were born with incontinence, meaning that, such as the fact that the crystal ponies were a sub-class in ponydom, so were the subjects of the Padded Kingdom. The exact details as to why were vague at best, and downright unknown at worst.

The ponies, despite being an oddity around the world, were fine with this. After all, their garments could be quite comfy and gave them a freedom from the worries of “having to go” as others outside the kingdom would say. What they had was something special, and they would never wish for it to end.

Did you know that the best way to capture the present is through photography? At present, such a thing as a camera was nonexistent, but a good substitute was most certainly available—specifically, art. It was a very common practice within the Padded Kingdom. A few of the greatest artist in the world lived within it’s borders, one of which was a unicorn named Canvas.

Canvas was a tall unicorn. By no means was he the tallest of his kind, but he most certainly was above the average. His coat was a creamy white with spots of brown dotting his back. A few freckles were spread upon his cheeks and well defined features. His face appeared as if it were chiseled from stone—strong and unaffected. His green eyes looked upon his canvas, as he wiped his long curly brown hair from his vision, his fore and rear hooves being visible through his coat. His curly brown tail encircled him as he sat upon his stool and looked out upon the city—a canvas laid out in front of his form.

His horn was alit with forest green magic, as he weaved his brushes and tools along the once white surface. The city was formed on the canvas, but the corner remained blank. Canvas had wondered as to what reason, but could not find it. He did not know what should be painted along with the city. His inspiration for this piece had run short.

“Come on!” Canvas spoke in mild agitation as his fore hoof rubbed against his temple. He gave his noggin a few good bumps to get his creative mind to spark something. Nothing came to him as to what he should paint.

He shifted his form, diaper crinkling as he did so. He was still dry at the moment, though a few dribbles of paint had made their way onto his once pristine coat and padding. It did not matter, he could bathe once he returned to the city.

Canvas remained in place for a moment longer, before he sighed and began cleaning and packing his tools. He cleaned his brushes of paint, he wiped down his palette, he took up his easel, and he dried his canvas before putting all of his artisans tools into his small cart. He then rigged himself to the cart, his magic being very helpful and trotted downhill from his spot, returning to the city.

By the time he reached the entrance of the city, the sun had risen to noon. Canvas gave a small smile, as the comfort of familiarity washed over him. He trotted along the brick roads of the capital, his mind elsewhere as he continued to ponder upon what he should draw in the corner of his piece.

Out of nowhere, Canvas was throttled from his footing, his form falling to its side as a pony laid atop him—the ponies mane covering his muzzle which now held an expression of clear annoyance. “Would you mind getting off me!”

“I’m so sorry!” A soft voice spoke. It was feminine, and was smooth and clear like crystal.

Canvas stood up, giving his small cart a strong tug to put it back upon its wheels. He quickly looked over the items it carried. All were fine. He then looked over at the mare who now stood in front of him, her head leaned downwards as a sign of guilt, her blond hair covering one of her purple eyes. A blush also adorned her muzzle. She had a light brown coat and a beautiful tail that swayed back and forth—seemingly expectant of some form of forgiveness. Her legs seemed to twitch in anguish, causing her diaper to crinkle loudly.

“I...” Canvas started to speak. His mind was having trouble coming up with the proper words. “It’s fine,” he finally spoke. “No harm, no foul.”

“Thank you,” She said. “My name is Sapphire Star, it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I must be on my way.”

She began to trot away, but not before Canvas grabbed her tail and dragged her back. “Are you searching for something?” Canvas asked. “I may be able to help, if you aren’t in any rush.”

Sapphire blushed and looked around her, trying to see if any of the ponies were staring in her direction, before she turned to him. “Do you know where I can find a restroom?” She asked with expectancy.

Canvas looked at her confounded for a moment before it clicked. “You’re a tourist?” He asked.

She nodded. “I just arrived not two hours ago where I was told to put on one of these—um... garments, and sent on my way. I’ve been dying to go, but I can’t seem to find any form of toilet.” Canvas chuckled at such a statement. “What’s so funny?” Sapphire asked with confusion.

Canvas stopped chuckling to respond to her. “I’m not sure if your aware, but this is the Padded Kingdom. We don’t have toilets as all of the ponies here are incontinent. That is why diapers are so commonplace and necessary for tourists, such as yourself.”

“What!?!” She nearly yelled out. A few of the ponies looked in their direction, Canvas and Sapphire both noticing the unwanted attention from her outburst. Canvas lit his horn and closed her muzzle.

“Please,” Canvas started, “try not to make a scene.”

Sapphire nodded as he removed his magical grasp. “Then where is someplace I can go?” She asked. Her legs twitched some more. “I’m not exactly holding out well.”

Canvas had never been in such a situation before. He had seen tourist before, yes, but never had he seen one so unfamiliar with their customs. He honestly had no idea how to make this easier for her.

“Wait,” He spoke to himself.

Make it easier for her. Thinking back upon it, Canvas had seen one or maybe two tourist being forced to use the diapers provided to them. They would always move away from prying eyes—into someplace like an alley or into a building.

“Come with me,” Canvas spoke, waving her along with his hand, his small cart being dragged behind him. Sapphire followed with some preservation.

Canvas entered into an alleyway, to which Sapphire stopped. “Please tell me you aren’t going to try and rob me.”

Canvas rolled his eyes. “I’m not some decrepit stallion lurking in the shadows.”

Sapphire was convinced—or at least enough to trust the pony in front of her.

They both stood in the alley, where Canvas unhooked himself from his cart. He looked back to her. Sapphire’s fidgeting had increased exponentially.

“Sapphire,” Canvas started, drawing her attention, “this may sound surprising to you, but if your gonna relieve yourself, you’ll have to do it in your diaper.”

Sapphire was most certainly taken aback. “Are you kidding me?” She asked. His expression remained stoic. “Oh,” she said quietly, “I guess not.” She looked at him with pleading purple eyes. “Isn’t there any other option?”

“Unless you want to go into a bucket and throw out your waste, which, to inform you, would be considered barbaric and disgusting, then no,” Canvas said plainly.

Sapphire looked rather displeased with current circumstances, but she would have to put up with it. “Fine.”

Canvas looked at her for a moment, as she spread her legs, allowing the diapers massive poof to be made obvious. She sighed as she tried to relax. It looked as though she were in a calm trance... for about five seconds. Her face began to become strained as she tried to force herself to go. Despite the fact that she was desperate for release, her body refused to let her go.

Canvas couldn’t help but feel a tad sorry for her. She was trying, to be sure, but she couldn’t quite let go. Canvas felt his diaper crinkling beneath him. Perhaps he could help her feel better.

Hiss...

The sound permeated the air. Sapphire was surprised. She knew she hadn’t gone yet—unless...

Sapphire was surprised to see Canvas’ diaper swell, a yellow tint covering its front. He appeared to be very relaxed. “Did you...?” Sapphire spoke.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Canvas stated, “I don’t want to be the only one.”

Sapphire was surprised by his kindness. A smile spread across her muzzle, as did a smile spread across his. She relaxed once again, this time, her dying bladder relenting to the pressure. Her own diaper began to expand.

Both stood in the alleyway as their diapered rears whisked away their urine. An unexpected turn of events, but one that would grow this new friendship.

Canvas looked at her and thought, “she’s kinda cute...” a blush spread across his muzzle as he looked away with shy eyes.

The torrent of urine ceased as did the swelling of their diapers. Both now looked away from each other, though for completely different reasons.

“So...” Sapphire started.

“Uhh... would you,” Canvas spoke, their gazes returning to each other. “I mean, do you have a place to stay for the night?”

“No, I don’t,” she replied.

An awkward silence surrounded the two before Canvas spoke once again. “How about you stay at my place?”

Sapphire was shocked by such an offer. However, a small giggle escaped her lips. Canvas blushed. “You know,” Sapphire spoke, “that sounds rather nice. I could use a, uh...” her hoof pointed down to her diapered rump.

Canvas couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course, but you have to change me first.”

Both walked out of the alley with playful banter, Canvas dragging his cart along. He couldn’t help but gaze upon her face. Eureka struck him. He knew how to finish his painting. How grateful he was for this turn of events.

Author's Note

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed. If you all would like to see your’ characters in one of the chapters, please leave a comment, and I just might do it. (Do note that I will not do any sexual or fetish stories). Thanks again, and have a wonderful day!