Within the velvet lined walls of the Royal Canterlot Center for Performing Arts, a crowd of ponies awaited the show to begin. The clamor of conversation fell to a near silent pianississimo as a slew of ponies clad in sharp black outfits and clutching their instrument of choice marched onto the stage, each taking their seats with synchronized finesse. The conductor, a petit female unicorn, stood at the head of the arrangement of musicians. As she lifted her baton, the light’s dimmed on all but the stage.
“Greetings fillies and gentlecolts,”
Her voice naturally boomed throughout the auditorium amplified by her glowing horn.
“And welcome to the annual Winter of Wonderment Symphonic Orchestra. I, Melodious Harmony, will be your host this evening as we celebrate the many facets of the season as it comes to and end and welcome the coming spring, where Celestia’s sun will once again usher in warmth and life.”
A spotlight shot out from the catwalk and onto a seat right front and center where the Princess of Sunlight sat. She gave a dainty nod of her head as the crowd burst into applause. And right beside her, just out of view of the shimmering light, poked the horns of a certain Draconequus.
As the illumination faded along with the applause, Melodious continued her speech.
“Now, without further ado, sit back and enjoy this wonderful selection we have prepared for you tonight.”
Her baton tapped on the music stand to bring the ponies to attention. She mouthed directions to her musicians, each of them perfectly poised to begin at the slightest command. With a faint countdown and precise flicks of the baton, the sensuous hum of the strings and soft flowing notes of the woodwinds breathed music into the air.
The instruments rose and fell in perfectly paced crescendos. Long, drawn out whole notes accompanied deeply hypnotic melodies that transported the audience to a serene winter landscape with each new sound.
An audible yawn, however, broke this illusion for those sitting in the front row, who promptly elicited sharp shushes at it’s source.
The white alicorn next to the culprit couldn’t help but giggle.
“Bored, are we Discord?” Celestia whispered to her companion.
“No, I am simply enjoying this music as it was meant to be enjoyed. With a nap.”
The draconequus let out a heavy sigh that was met with more hushes.
“Why in Equestria couldn’t you have something like a Royal Swing Jazz Ensemble? Something a little lively that I could tap my cloven hoof to”
“It’s less for me and more for the ponies of Canterlot. It’s become a sort of tradition and if they like it, it’s up to a ruler to keep her citizens happy.”
Discord scoffed.
“And aren’t I a citizen of Equestria?”
“Indeed, but I have to draw lines where I can. For instance, if I listened to all my subjects wishes they’d prefer I’d keep you a decoration in the royal gardens. Especially the ones sitting in back of you right now.”
Discord craned his neck back and noticed several ponies stretching to catch a glimpse of the musicians playing their heart out along with a few who had given up and sunk into their seats.
He let his head droop to the ground like a limp noodle and slithered upwards to wrap around the back rim Celestia's seat.
“I suppose you’re right.”
Celestia let her head sway to the glacially slow music.
“Lighten up. Just let the music take you away, you might find it soothing.”
“All it’s taking me away to is dreamland. Really you should let Luna take some time off and let these fuddy duddies put everypony to sleep.”
“You didn’t have to come, you know. I merely invited you as a formality.”
“And because you didn’t have a date?”
Discord ran his paw through Celestia’s flowing mane.
“Luna’s doing her duty as the Princess of the Night, as you are well aware. And you know I’m very particular with who I choose to spend time with.”
She nudged him in his ribs and raised her eyebrow.
“Speaking of which, you sure Fluttershy’s okay with you tagging along with an old flame?”
He adjusted himself after the sharp shock.
“She’s away on a trip following the migration of a certain species of birds.”
“You know she’s not the jealous type. And please, you seriously think I’d pull anything stupid against her?”
“I would have a long time ago. But I guess that Discord is long gone. I guess all it took was somepony good at taming chaotic beasts to force you to mature.”
“It’s a shame it couldn’t have been me.”
Discord let out a sigh.
“It wasn’t meant to be, Celly. But at least things worked out so we can still be friends. Friends that are stuck watching something duller than my stint as a statue.”
“Please it not that bor-”
A deep yawn bellowed out of the princess.
“You were saying?”
His claws snapped together, producing two life size plush replicas of themselves.
“C’mon let’s you and me blow this pop stand. Go out for a night on the town. Grooving to some hoof thumping tunes, drinking the night away, wreaking a little havoc. They’ll never know!”
He pulled a string attached to a loop that stuck out of Celestia’s plush counterpart’s back.
“My little ponies,” the mechanical voice squeaked out, clearly audible as on song had just come to its conclusion, “You make me proud to be your princess.”
Melodic Harmony gave a deep bow as the ponies gave a short applause before beginning the next piece, all the while the real Celestia bottled up her laughter.
“As tempting as that sounds, I simply cannot.”
She confiscated the draconequus plush and toyed with it.
“But let’s say if a certain agent of chaos were to spice up the show, I wouldn’t be able to be held accountable. Even more so if he, I don’t know, wiped their memories after it was over.”
“Ah, I see know why you really invited me.”
Discord limbered himself up with a few stretches of his chimeric appendages.
“Now this is how you spend a Friday night. Fluttershy never lets me sow this much of my namesake.”
Just as the duo finished their little chat, Melodious waved her baton to taper of the final refrain of the current song.
“Now I’d like to present you with the star of our Orchestra, first chair cellist Octavia Melody, performing her solo piece. Enjoy”
“And there’s my cue.”
Discord put his hands together and clapped twice.
Right as the famed cellist got into position at the head of the stage under a lone spotlight, her whole body was consumed in a sparkly poof. As the shimmering mist dissipated, the sleek black dress she wore was replaced with the frilliest of frilly tutus and her mane done up in twin tails and a comically large bow at the end of her tail.
Most noticeably, however, was the overly thick diaper that now forced her hind legs apart. Even standing up was challenge, as she now teetered at the whims of her padding.
Luckily for her, she had her trusty cello to lean on. Though it seemed a bit different from how she remembered it. The once pristine polished wood finish morphed into pastel colored plastic. The strings were now gone in their place all along the fretboard of the instrument were large buttons, all of varying shapes that lit up with their corresponding color. The bows itself was now made of some styrofoam and flopped about.
To top it all off, plain as day for the audience to see, were a cheery looking happy face on the front of it and text that read “Hasbro’s® Babies First Cello™”.
A silence almost as massive as Octavia’s new undergarment permeated the auditorium. The crowd collective jaws dropped in utter bewilderment. After several hour long seconds, a few ponies began to erupt in fits of poorly contained laughter. The snickering and geering crescendoed, with several choice phrases cutting through the the uproar like blaring trumpets.
“Is this some kind of performance art?”
“I swear these Canterlot shows get more avant garde every year…”
“Where in Equestria do they even make diapers that big!”
“Please don’t tell me she needs them or something…”
“Well if she does it’s better than having her piddle all over the place. Maybe she has stagefright?”
“Pshh, the Octavia? She’s been on stage countless times!”
“Maybe it’s an attempt to get media attention?”
“Well that’s one way to do it, that is if you don’t mind the whole world picturing you like a toddler.”
The grey pony’s body stood stiff in all but her legs, which buckled as the sheer reality of what had befallen her crashed on her head like an anvil. The surrounding band members were at a loss of what to do, most breaking their once well kept composure. Some snickered while others simply looked aw
“I see you dug up a classic gag from your repetoire, Discord.”
“What can I say, it brings up good memories.”
“Like being locked up in a dungeon for a year after you did the same to me during the Summer Sun Celebration?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”
“Only if you admit you thoroughly enjoyed being my prisoner.”
“A stalemate we’ll have to settle some other time.”
Discord procured a tiny music box from thin air. As he wound it up, small musical notes began to physically manifest and travel towards Octavia.
“For now, the show must go on.”
With each successive sound passing through one ear out and the other, the panic that had been setting in faded away. Instead, she tuned out the world around her. The more and more she tried to think, the less scary and strange her situation seemed. Every single shred of doubt that lingered were whisked away by the whimsical melody.
What do I have to be embarrassed about?
Octavia’s muscles grew less and less tense the gentle tune grew louder than crowd.
They’re all smiling and laughing, right? That means they’re happy!
She began to join the crowd, giggling to herself as she stared at her cello.
So I gonna play good for all the nice ponies.
Without anymore hesitation, the crinkly cellist began tapping away at the keys. Her cello hummed to life with pre-recorded mechanical notes. The flashing lights and lively beeps and chirps further fueled Octavia’s mindless solo.
Melodious Harmony, who’s head fumed far too hot for her to step in sooner, finally snapped and confronted her brain drained virtuoso.
“This has gone on long enough, I will not have you make a mockery of the art form that is music! Cease this at once or so help me I’ll-”
Melodious voice trailed off as her snout began to transform. Her whole body began to take a much softer appearance, with creases along the edges of her body that resembled stitch work. As the metamorphosis finalized, she flopped onto the ground. The now plushified pony didn’t even try to maintain her posture and instead let herself waddle about, as her attention was know fully drawn toward her conductor’s baton, which now took the appearance of a colorful rattle.
“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt someone’s musical performance?”
Discord cackled and Celestia grinned as the new and improved Melodious Harmony went fast to work playing conductor with her rattle to the beat of Octavia’s jumbled up button mashing. As it shook to and fro, it began to glow with a faint aura of magic.
The crowd itself had clearly had enough of the display to the point where they wanted to vacate the auditorium as quickly as possible. The music, however, began to resonate with the beat of the rattle. Each and every onlooker now stood transfixed in place, and those who had already gotten out of their seats now made their way back.
“And you all were upset at me for not respecting the show? Sheesh, talk about hypocrites.”
As they grew more and more enthralled by the cheerful tune the cellist bopped away, their own minds began to want nothing more to listen. They wiggled in place, squirming and cooing at every sound. Even the band members joined in on the fun,
Out of the corner of the draconequus’ wandering eyes spotted the only pony in the audience that wasn’t following along to Octavia’s recital. She simply sat sunk deep within the velvety folds of her chair, her neon blue mane held like a curtain to shield her eyes from the show and her headphones on full blast to escape from reality since the sight of her friend’s shocking appearance.
“You know Celestia, a solo is nice, but there’s nothing I like better than a duet, don’t you?”
“I believe you’re right. Such a cute little pony deserves a friend to share the spotlight.”
With another snap, Octavia’s roommate and long time friend now sat beside her on stage. As she recognized her, she waved her foam bow and went back to fervently striking away at her cello.
Vinyl Scratch found herself clothed in a similar outfit to her friend, though in a pastel blue color with matching accessories and with her done up in a single ponytail. Her own diaper, however, had a much larger volume of poof. It’s sheer size immobilized the pony, forcing her to sit upon it like an over sized bean bag chair. Struggle as she may to shuffle away, the padding kept her rooted to the ground.
Another subsequent snap and poof of magical dust caused something more familiar to appear before Ponyville’s renowned disk jockey. It was a large turntable, though given the same treatment as Octavia’s instrument. The intricate nobs, dials, and buttons that typically were peppered on the machine were reduced simplified and oversized versions that lit up colorfully.
The two records that were already slotted into place had a black and white spiral pattern to them. Before Vinyl Scratch could even think about the implication of their design, her eyes had already locked onto rotating discs. They spun faster and faster, the shame for her friend turned into a newfound sense of pride.
Tavi looks like she’s really enjoying herself…
She ran her hoof across the plastic surface of the blinking at her.
Music is supposed to make ponies feel good and everyone else is feeling good…
Her diaper crinkled as she prodded at it with her other free limb.
We always have fun jamming together, so it wouldn’t hurt if I just let loose…
The front of her diaper began to discolor as a rush of urine filled the poofy padding. Vinyl Scratch let out a hearty sigh, letting the pressure and worry empty out of her.
Octavia noticed and paused her playing. Her eyes lit up as she witnessed her dear friend filling up her diaper and squealed in delight.
She joined in, letting her diaper puff up as it absorbed the warm, fresh piss. The hissing of both their bladders filled the auditorium with a long, slurry whole note backed by the crinkly percussion of their ever expanding undergarments.
As they let their bodies naturally go about their business, they turned back to their instruments. Octavia went back to whaling away at her cello and Vinyl Scratch got underway spinning the hypnotic records and pressing the various other buttons. The sounds, however, were less cacophonous than earlier attempts. Instead, the more they wet their diapers, the better their music got.
The funky beats from the DJ blended with the mechanical grooves of Octavia’s cello to create a electrifying rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. Their audience cheered, cooing and clapping as they tore the house down with various remixes of childish songs such as “Old MacDonald had a Farm” and “Mary had a Little Lamb”. Melodious Harmony shook her rattle, sparking the band to join in and provide an even more bombastic instrumental.
Discord and Celestia reclined in their seats, basking the the upbeat foalish tunes and the grabling of the dunceified crowd.
“There we are. Now that’s how you put on a show, right Celly?”
The princess couldn’t help but laugh and smile.
“I haven’t had fun quite like this in a long time. A much needed change of pace from the usual doldrums of royalty.”
“I’ll say. We should really do things more often.”
“Gladly. I can invite Flutteshy and you Luna, a little double date, if you will.”
“Sounds like a plan, that is, as soon as we get all these ponies back to normal.”
They looked back to witness the mayhem of the two ponies still filling their diapers, to the point where even Vinyl Scratch’s massive padding looked on the verge of leaking along with the babbling crowd that soon grew louder than the music.
“We could always just leave them like this.”
Celestia’s elbow again made Discord wince.
“It was a joke, a joke. I’ll get right on it.”
Author's Note
This one didn't come out quite as I wanted it, but I really feel the need to publish something just so I can get out of this funk. Sorry if it feels a bit rushed or dodgy with the details in some places, I just really wanted to move on with it and put it out there. Kind of a shame because I really think this one had potential for something better. And while I could have spent more time on it, I feel that it would have just never been published at that point. :/
Fun Fact: I've tried writing 3 different stories with Octavia and Vinyl Scratch over a long span of time, and they've all been left on the cutting room floor because I wasn't happy with them. Despite them being some of my favorite background ponies, this is the first fic I powered through to get to a publishable state involving them. It's like a curse really. I think the only reason it even got this far is because Discord an Celestia are really the driving force behind the plot.