Pinkie stood in absolute darkness as her heart pumped a mile a minute. She pressed her back against the wall as her eyes peered out the tiny slits in the closet door. The small opening only offered a minuscule vantage point for the panicked pony. From her place in the shadows, she stared out into the nursery that stretched before her.

A dresser and crib were among the few things Pinkie could pick out in the dim evening light. A soft blue night light plugged into the wall illuminated two small ponies slumbering soundly inside the wooden crib. But if she squinted extra hard she could see the changing table on the far off wall. She stared at the table with a fleeting feeling of envy as a soft crinkling squeezed between her legs. But she had to count her blessings. She was lucky enough to get what she had already.

A glimmer of light illuminated the room as the nursery door was opened. Amber light from the hallway poured into the room as a silhouetted mare crept into the room. Mrs. Cake tip-toed further into the quiet room, taking great strides to not wake up the slumbering foals that slept so soundly on the other side of the room. She glided into the room with the softest of steps, peering down into the crib to see the two foals Pumpkin and Pound peacefully curled up in their blankets and tucked in so snuggly.

Cold sweat beaded on Pinkie’s head as she watched the motherly mare take her time with checking on her children. Smoothing out the foals’ blanket, replacing any stuffed animals that fell out during the night, and then giving both foals a kiss on the forehead. Mrs. Cake cherished each second of her adorable children, it was tough to pull away so quickly from such a tranquil scene. Finally, after what felt like hours to the panicked Pinkie, Cup Cake crept back out of the room, turning off the light and carefully shutting the door behind her.

Silence fell back on the room as Pinkie continued to hold her breath, pressing her back against the closet wall. She dared not let out a single breath until she knew for sure the coast was clear. She listened as the hoofsteps moved away from the room, slowly fading out as Mrs. Cake returned downstairs. A few more minutes passed and Pinkie didn’t move. She wanted to make extra sure Cup Cake wasn’t coming back.

At long last Pinkie let out an audible and drawn out sigh, accompanied by a loud hissing sound that echoed through the quiet nursery. That sigh turned into a stifled moan of relief as her aching bladder sprayed loudly into the waiting diaper around her waist.

“Finally,” Pinkie exclaimed in a sharp whisper as she planted a hoof on top her swelling diaper. The padding vibrated under her hoof as a loud stream of urine emptied into it. Such sweet relief was made even sweeter by how long she had been holding it. She almost didn’t make it in time.

The absorbent diaper around her waist gladly soaked up every ounce of the warm torrent that filled it’s insides. The pale pink fabric swelled and bulged, growing incredibly heavy from the powerful fill up.

For the next five solid minutes, the sound of hissing water was the most dominant noise in the tranquil nursery. Pinkie Pie held nothing back. She knew the diaper could handle it. Throughout the entire thing she had to stop herself from moaning too loud. She sort of wished she had a pacifier to silence her moaning though. All the while her diaper inflated with warm urine, tickling her nether regions as it’s heated warmth encompassed her waist.

Finally she let out another long sigh as her drawn out piss was coming to a close. In the final moments of the fill up she proceeded to lower herself to the ground, smushing the bulging diaper under her weight. The plush carpet in the closet firmly pushed back at the hefty diaper, pressing the pee soaked gels back up against her pink rump.

“O-ooohh yeaaaahhh,” Pinkie mumbled in a shaky, sharp whisper. She practically rumbled with pleasure as she wiggled atop her warm cushion.

She spent the next twenty minutes or so just rubbing the diaper, letting all those tingling feelings flow over her body with each slow rub. Her legs shivered as each squish of her diaper sent pleasure filled chills down her spine.

The faint nursery scents of the room competed for dominance as the smell of warm urine filled the closet. Freshly washed clothes hung on hangers around Pinkie Pie, providing their own menagerie of smells into the mix. She took in deep breaths of it all with each series of rubs. Such a soft bouquet of aromas tingled her spine and made her legs weak under her weight. It all made her smile fondly as she placed her head back against the closet wall.

She didn’t want to give it up. She'd sleep in the wonderful feeling if she could.

Author's Note

Whenever I find myself losing momentum on writing, I use three word prompt stories to shake things up. Using one of the many word generators that the internet has to offer, I'm able to just press a button and have three random words pop up for me to write about. I'll be honest in saying they're not all winners, but I do my best to writing at least a couple footnotes about the three words provided before moving on.

This first story is part of a collection of short stories I plan on generating through this writing technique. Again, they won't all be winners, but the good ones will be posted up here for others to enjoy. There's no telling when the next one will pop up, but I'll be posting each story as chapters in this collection to keep things organized.

Now as for the idea behind this story, I wanted to capture the subtle and almost indescribable sensations felt when wetting a diaper. It's often glazed over in favor of other important details, but the delicate layers of sensations and emotions that comes from wearing a diaper and wetting it and just letting it soak is a wonderful experience that I wanted to acknowledge.