Author's Note

Thanks to Mix-Up and Yosh E-0 for your reviews, alongside SuperPinkBrony12! Your reviews got me writing again! This one is for you guys!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, even if it is much longer than the others! XD

The First Change

Sky Streak arrived home long before Soarin would, and sat the package of diapers on his bed, out of plain sight for the moment. She went to the backyard and got the sheets off of the back line, since they were now dry from the heat of the afternoon sun. She folded them up, and brought them inside to put in his closet, and glanced at the diapers on the bed. It was surreal, honestly, for her to think he would need them again in any capacity. She loved the memories it brought her, but she did feel bad that it had gotten to the point where he felt the need to actually ask for it. She worried, fretted, about what this could do to his self-esteem. Her son was a Wonderbolt, certainly, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sensitive to certain topics. The idea of wetting the bed or needing to wear diapers again could certainly undercut the confidence she had worked so hard to help him build. And throughout all of these thoughts, she felt guilty because the image of him wearing them filled her with joy, and she knew she shouldn’t feel that way if he was struggling. As the battle for emotional domination raged within her, she moved to her own room to lay down for a while and try to get her head on straight again before her son got home.

Soarin somehow made it through his regular practice, and through helping out at the academy- though albeit while taking several bathroom breaks. Nonetheless, he’d made it through, and he was immensely grateful. He’d spoken to Spitfire earlier about it and mercifully she had understood. So he was granted bathroom access during practice and while helping at the academy. Unfortunately he’d had to use it quite a bit, but at least it was cleared with his Captain. That was all he cared about, really. Well, except the part about how difficult it was getting his flight suit off to use the bathroom, but in his opinion it was a small annoyance compared to everything else. Now, getting ready to leave, he used the bathroom one more time before he headed to the pharmacy to pick up his prescription. He handed the pharmacist his prescription, and she filled it in no time with macrodantin, giving him instructions on how to take it.

“Okay Soarin, you need to take this medication with food every four hours four times per day. Don’t break it up, because you need to take it whole. Make sure you don’t use any antacids with magnesium in them while you take it because then it won’t absorb as well. Don’t skip any doses, and make sure you take the entire prescription, even when it seems as though the symptoms have cleared up. If you notice any new symptoms, make sure you tell your doctor. Alright?” The mare smiled.

Soarin nodded. “Got it. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” She called, and just afterward, Soarin took off for home.

It was somewhat late by the time Soarin arrived home, about five thirty in the evening. He assumed that his mother had dinner for him in the fridge and had likely already eaten. He didn’t worry about it too much- or more precisely didn’t have time to as nature called him yet again. This time, though, he could strip himself of his flight suit completely. That, at least, was a relief. Since he was in the bathroom, he decided to take a quick shower. Then, grabbing his medication, he went down to the kitchen to find something to eat.

To his surprise, two steaming dinners of vegetable stir fry were on the counter, clearly waiting for his arrival, as his mother appeared in the kitchen. Sky Streak smiled upon seeing him.

“Hi sweetheart.” She went over to him and gave him a kiss. “How was your day?”

“It was okay.” He shrugged, grabbing his plate and taking it to the table, suddenly famished.

“How were the cadets? Did they listen to what you showed them?” She asked.

“For the most part. There were one or two bad seeds who blew off pretty much everything I tried to show them, but Spitfire straightened them out.” He smiled, grabbing a fork and immediately shoveling some food into his mouth.

Sky Streak smiled. “Glad to hear it.”

The two of them ate mostly in silence- Soarin because he was so busy eating and Sky Streak because she didn’t know how to broach the subject of her purchase earlier in the day. She hadn’t had enough time to plan this out to account for any problems, and right now, she had a small idea of what to do. She didn’t like going into a situation without careful planning, but it looked as though she had no choice.

Soarin finished up his dinner, and then took the first pill in his regimen. Sky Streak knew that now was the most opportune time to bring up the subject. After Soarin had swallowed his medicine, Sky Streak approached him to speak.

“The package is waiting on your bed, honey.” She said.

“What?” He looked at her, perplexed.

She looked at him. “What you asked me for last night.”

He blushed. “O-Oh. Right. Thanks.”

She nodded. The next statement was bound to cause some awkwardness, but it was something she intended to stand by. “I’ll be helping you get them on before bed.”

There was no trace of negotiability in her tone, but Soarin still protested.

“Mom! I can do it myself!” He replied, indignant.

Sky Streak gave him a look. “You, who has never seen a diaper changed, or changed a diaper, let alone put one on, are going to do that for yourself?”

“Y-Yes.” Her boy was still stubborn, but he sounded uncertain.

She decided to play her trump card now. “If you want to do it yourself, then fine. But if you do it incorrectly, you will leak all over your bed and completely undermine the purpose of wearing them.”

Soarin grumbled. He hated it when she was right. “Fine…”

Sky Streak smiled. “Thank you.”

Soarin likely would have spent more time being embarrassed over his circumstances if the need to go to the bathroom hadn’t overtook him again. He scrambled madly for the bathroom, leaving Sky Streak to simply smile slightly at a victory well earned, despite not planning it as well as she could have.

For Soarin, the time between dinner and before bed was spent making multiple trips to the restroom, without time for much else. Sky Streak, during that time, tried to kill time by reading, but it just wasn’t helping to distract her enough from what was to come, and the slight tingle of excitement it brought her, along with its twin sister, guilt.

But finally, the time for sleep arrived for all, and Sky felt herself exhausted, so she went to her son’s room to do what she’d been waiting to do since the moment she got the diapers. For a moment, one glorious moment, time would stand still, and the future would disappear in the brightness of the present. For just a moment, they’d be Mommy and Sky Sailor again. She wanted that more than a sugar addict wanted their next cupcake. She went to the bathroom to grab some foal powder (It was very good for chafing from Soarin’s flight suit after all), along with some foal wipes she had to remove the make up she occasionally wore, and approached his bedroom, and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Her son’s voice came through the door.

Sky Streak entered. “I’m going to bed, honey. So I need to help you before I do.”

Soarin’s face went beet red, but he nodded, remembering his mother’s earlier warnings. “Okay.”

Sky Streak nodded, careful not to show her excitement, as she took the package of diapers from the nightstand. She set down the wipes and powder, before she went to open the plastic. It came apart with an audible rip that made Soarin wince. She grabbed one, the smooth feel of the plastic bringing back memories in itself, as she set it down.

She turned to Soarin, who was sitting up, body rigid with embarrassment. “Lay down for me, honey.” She couldn’t help herself from saying what she’d said to him all those years ago when she’d done this very ritual. Soarin complied stiffly, and yet there was something very soothing about the way his mother said the words. Sky Streak nodded, and grabbed the supplies, setting them at the end of his bed now. She unfolded the diaper, and the crinkling noise made him cringe. Even though he knew it was necessary, it was still so… abnormal. Sky Streak took this as a good sign that he wasn’t wiggling, and grabbed a wipe to clean him off. Though it wasn’t necessarily a first step always taken in the process of diapering some pony, she thought this time it would be necessary considering what his body had been through. She lifted his back legs, and slid the diaper beneath him, before beginning to wipe him. He nearly kicked her in the face from the sudden cold, to which she profusely apologized. Then, when that was done, she took the foal powder and lowered his legs.

Soarin didn’t quite have words for the sensation of being lowered onto a diaper. It was cushier than he’d have thought, and yet plastic too, and it was confusing. And yet, there was some sort of odd sense of comfort with it, one he didn’t know how to explain. Sky Streak thoroughly powdered him, and then she took the front of the diaper, pulled it up, and taped it snugly in place. She looked at him, and he looked somewhat dazed. She took it as a good sign that he wasn’t completely red in the face and put the Powder and wipes along with the diapers in a small cubby for future changes. Then, she went to her son and gave him a kiss, shaking him from his daze.

“Goodnight, Soarin."

“Night, Mom.” He said.

With that, Sky Streak retired for the night, leaving her son with his thoughts.