Diamond Tiara's Padded Secret

Randolph was as good as his word. Still holding Diamond with one hoof he carefully put her pyjamas back on so that her diaper would be covered up, and his charge would thus be spared the humiliation of being seen in her soggy padding.

Quick as a flash Randolph carried the soggy filly back to her bedroom and this time he made sure the door was locked tight behind him. Then he gently laid her on the floor and stripped her to just her diaper as he procured the necessary changing supplies.

Diamond tried hard not to blush. How many years it had been since Randolph had last changed one of her diapers? Five? Seven? Perhaps even ten? Yet now here he was, about to do it again for the first time in what felt like forever.

The old butler didn’t seem bothered by the task that lay before him though. He had taken the liberty of slipping on some disposable gloves for the change. “Whenever you’re ready, my little filly.” He spoke in the best cooing tone he could muster up.

Tiara just stared up at the ceiling. “Go ahead, Randolph. I certainly don’t wanna explain a diaper rash to Mother, that’s humiliation on a level I’d never be able to live down.”

The butler took that as a sign to proceed and he did so with the greatest of ease. He had no trouble undoing the tabs on the diaper and letting it fall from his young charge’s waist. A nearby trash bag was ready and waiting to accept the soggy undergarment for disposal afterward. It was air tight, so there was no chance of the smell seeping out.

From there, Randolph took some lovely lavender scented wipes and cleaned his charge so that not a damp spot remained and her magenta coat shined once again. After that he unscrewed the lid of the foal powder container and poured a generous portion over Diamond’s rump.

Tiara sniffed as the scent of cornstarch tickled her nostrils. A choked “Achoo!” escaped. “Too much! Too much, Randolph!” She only lightly protested. She had reluctantly accepted that with Randolph as her caretaker she would have to surrender some of her previous independence.

“Terribly sorry, Mistress Diamond,” Randolph profusely apologized. “I just want to ensure you don’t get a rash. It has been a long time since I’ve done this.” He finished the powdering job a second later and screwed the lid back on tight. From there it was a simple matter to slip the new diaper under Diamond’s rump and fasten the tabs. He gave it an inspectory pat to ensure it was on tight and wouldn’t slide off, before he removed his gloves and put them in the trash bag as well.

Diamond slowly sat up. Her spotless diaper’s fresh scent felt so enriching, ensaring her senses. “Thank you, Randolph… I mean, Daddy.” She corrected herself as she gave the old stallion a big hug.

Randolph simply returned the hug and said with a smile. “It was the least I could do, Diamond. Now, allow me to quickly dispose of the evidence while you put your pyjamas back on. It is getting rather late, after all.”

“But I’m not ready to go to bed yet, Randolph!” Tiara whined in a tone that sounded only slightly playful.

Randolph laughed, booping the diapered filly on the nose. “Little ones must get plenty of bed rest, otherwise they become cranky and fussy. And nopony likes a cranky and fussy foal,” Then he offered a proposal to sweeten the deal. “Tell you what? If you put on your pyjamas and don’t make a fuss, I’ll prepare you a bottle of milk for bed. How’s that sound?”

Diamond licked her lips. For some reason (perhaps because of what had just transpired a short while ago) she was feeling awfully thirsty. “Deal!” She declared as she retrieved her pajamas. She had no trouble putting them on even though they only barely concealed her diaper (due to the obvious bulge in the back).

Randolph was quick to take the trash bag out to the curb, placing it besides the rest of the trash due to be collected the next morning. One of the benefits of the Rich family was that they could afford to pay for everyday sanitation collection. A fact that Diamond Tiara would be able to thank her lucky stars for, as it would make concealing the evidence of her secret much easier.

As he trotted back inside, the stallion thought about how he was going to weigh his sense of obligation to the young heir to the family fortune with the promise he had reluctantly made with her mother. Spoiled wasn’t going to be satisfied without details, gossip was one of her favorite pass times after all.

“As long as she doesn’t ask for specifics I should be okay,” The butler thought as he trotted to the kitchen to prepare the bottle of milk. “I could always concoct a cover story in case she or Master Filthy starts to suspect anything. Which, so long as I am careful and Mistress Diamond is too, they shouldn’t.”

With that he pushed all further thoughts about the secret and his role in it to the back of his mind. Right now he had a deal to honor for his new little one. Diaper changing hadn’t been the only skill he’d been required to pick up during Diamond Tiara’s foalhood. Spoiled had been quite insistent on hoofing off her daughter to the hired hooves for just about everything that a mother should do for their child.

About the only thing Spoiled had taken upon herself had been potty training, and that was more so because she wanted to bring about an end to the age of diapers as quickly as possible.

Perhaps her extremely hooves off approach to parenting, coupled with Filthy’s constant absence from the family scene due to work, was what had planted the seed of an idea that had now taken hold in Tiara. Randolph made a mental note to consult a book on foal care and foal development in the near future.

Soon the bottle was ready, and Randolph carefully brought it up to Diamond’s bedroom for her to drink. He was surprised by the additional condition she threw in.

“Can you hold me in your hooves while I drink the bottle?” Diamond pleaded with her best puppy dog eyes look.

Never able to resist a cute face for long, Randolph caved in. After locking the bedroom door he carefully scooped the padded filly into his embrace and sat on the edge of her bed, before he popped the bottle’s rubber nipple into her mouth. “Drink up, little one.” He encouraged.

Tiara didn’t need to be told twice. She shut her eyes and concentrated on the bottle. It took very little effort for her to start sucking down the delicious, warm milk, delighting in its creamy taste. “Wonder what it would be like if I drank other liquids from a baby bottle? Maybe I could try it with apple juice or chocolate milk?” She thought in between suckles. But those were thoughts for another time.

Soon the bottle was empty, Diamond’s stomach was nice and full, and the filly herself was sleepy. She yawned, barely noticing as Randolph inserted the pacifier into her mouth.

Randolph moved to lower his young charge (already half asleep) back onto her bed and carefully tuck her in, pulling the sheets up to her head. Then he bent down, placing her teddy bear by her side so that it was clutched in her left hoof. That was when he kissed her lovingly on the forehead. “Good night, my little pony. Sweet dreams.”

“Good night, Daddy.” Tiara half called, half yawned as her cornflower blue eyes grew heavy. It wasn’t long before she had fallen asleep, Randolph watching as her little chest bobbed up and down with every snore.

The butler carefully departed the bedroom, his duty to the padded filly now complete for the time being. With any luck, Spoiled Rich would be asleep too and would’ve have forgotten all about her arrangement with Randolph.

Alas, the butler’s hopes for a quiet evening reading the local newspaper were soon dashed. Shortly after he had entered the kitchen, he was greeted by the familiar upturned snout of Spoiled Rich.

Spoiled had traded her usual blueish-green dress with gold trim for a set of expensive, hoof stitched silk pyjamas, and a pink night cap. But she didn’t appear ready for bed just yet, she still seemed wide awake and alert. “Good evening, Randolph,” She greeted in that sickeningly sweet tone of hers. “How have things been with you and my daughter?”