Author's Note

Another chapter, wooooo!

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Accidents Happened

Soarin slept deeply that night. His dreams were vivid and in the brightest colors. It was utterly beautiful and almost mesmerizing to see. Lush forests, blue lakes, and meadows dotted with vibrant flowers. It was incredible to see. Soarin flew through the air, spiraling along and doing maneuvers the likes of which no one had ever seen. In this place, so beautiful and serene, a pony could forget any cares they had. He could smell the scent of petrichor in those meadows, with their grasses dewy from the rain of the night before. The sounds of birds chirping, and nature humming were soothing and calming. Tired eventually from all of the stunts, he landed in a meadow, spotted with pink, yellow, and white flowers, near a brook. The sound of rushing water grew closer and closer and suddenly, he was awake.

Soarin woke up in the middle of the night. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was three in the morning. He didn’t need to be up for another four hours. Then, he couldn’t figure out why he had awoken. It took him a moment, maybe two to realize what was the issue.

There was a wet patch in his bed.

Perhaps in a moment of naivety, he thought it could be sweat. The mountain of blankets over him combined with the temperature outside could do that. But the scent of urine certainly disproved this in one swift motion. He had wet the bed. He, a grown stallion, who hadn’t had an accident since the age of four, hadn’t woken up to use the bathroom.

Most ponies would have been alarmed, and embarrassed. He was embarrassed, that was for certain, but not alarmed, because he could pinpoint what had caused it.

He remembered every bit of warnings he’d been given, both medically and professionally, for being a Wonderbolt. One of them, made by his doctor maybe a year or two ago when he’d come straight from practice, sweating profusely, that wearing his flight suit for too long while sweaty could cause a Urinary Tract Infection. Normally that did not manifest in bedwetting in adults, but considering he was sleeping so deeply it was somewhat explainable. His body hadn’t registered the need to go to the bathroom. Simple. All of that, mercifully, could be remedied with a trip to the doctor and some antibiotics. But what to do in the meantime, aside from do some laundry, remained questionable. He could say that tonight was a one time fluke, but honestly it wasn’t likely. He still had a few days left of helping at the academy, and sleeping deeply always happened when he was exhausted. That wouldn’t be right. He could sleep under towels to try and fix it, but then the question of laundry would come up again, and with the week he still had to finish, he didn’t need anything more on his plate. That left one option.

Protection.

He did not like this idea in any way, but if Celestia forbid this continued, it would be the best way to keep his bed dry, and when the antibiotics ran their course, he could just get rid of them. The only question left was if he should talk to his mother about it. He was eighteen after all, so doctor’s appointments and things he bought weren’t her business. However, this was likely a problem she’d encountered in his foalhood, and could likely give some solid advice on. Though he was loathed to admit it, the second option could very well save him some trips to the laundry room.

So, Soarin gathered his bedding and threw it in the hamper, and took it to the laundry room where he began to clean it. He hung it on the back line of the yard, unfortunate enough to have to wait until the sun came out to have it dry, and then went back in to remake his bed with new sheets. He cleaned himself off with a wet washcloth and some soap, not wanting to run the shower at this point, and dried himself off, before he made his way to his Mother’s room.

The master bedroom of the house was quite impressive. By far the biggest bedroom, it sported a mattress big enough to be considered an ocean, a bathroom with double sinks, and a spacious walk in closet. Sky Streak had no use for that much room now, but when her husband had been alive, it had been a necessity. Breeze Chaser had died when Soarin had been five. A worker in the weather factory, death claimed him unexpectedly when several jars of lightning had crashed at once. He was unfortunate enough to have been the innocent bystander in that. The lightning had gotten his heart out of rhythym, and the severe burns alongside that made it easy for death to take him. Sky had been devastated, but she’d kept going for the sake of her son. She’d raised him the best she could, and could only hope that she’d done her husband proud. By all accounts, he should have been incredibly pleased.

As Soarin entered the room, he felt so… small. It wasn’t because of the circumstances upon which he entered it either. This room had felt so big after his father had died. There was too much space in here. And he could remember being a little boy and climbing up onto that ocean of a bed, and feeling as though it were swallowing him whole. He’d come in here as a child when he’d had nightmares or accidents. The memories were faded, worn like on old photograph, but they were there. It felt depressingly ironic that it was the same reason that he came in now.

On the left side of the bed, Sky Streak slept, unaware yet of the presence of her child in the room. It wasn’t until Soarin went to her that awareness began to slowly seep in.

Soarin gently shook her shoulder. “Mom? Mom, wake up.”

Sky Streak’s eyes snapped open at once and she took in a deep breath through her nose as though having been shaken from a nightmare. When she realized who was there with her, she stroked his cheek.

“What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?” She asked, voice slurred with sleep. His nightmares were few, and very infrequent, but on a few occasions he had come to her with them, especially during the very seldom recurring nightmare in which she wasn’t alive.

“Mom, I had an accident.”

Sky Streak blinked as the words took a moment to sink in. Then, when they did, she sat up. “Do you need me to wash your sheets?” She mumbled.

“No, mom. I need to know what to do. I think I might have an infection, so I’m going to go to the doctor’s tomorrow and try and get some medicine, but what do I do until then to help keep this from happening? I’ve considered getting… You know. And I might have to, but for tonight, what do I do?”

Sky Streak slowly nodded. “First of all, you did all the right things. You washed your sheets, you cleaned yourself up, your replaced your bedding, and you came and told me. You’re on a roll so far. For tonight, I’d just sleep on some towels. There’s not much we can do when the stores are closed. Afterward to keep this from happening, limit your fluid intake a few hours before bed, use the bathroom as often as you need to- especially before bed, and I’ll go out while your at practice to get you some protection so you won’t have to do it. Okay?”

Soarin nodded, and felt a lot of relief from her words. “Thanks, Mom.”

Sky Streak smiled, and gave him a kiss. “That’s why I’m here, sweetie. Now go back to bed and get some sleep. You still have practice in the morning.”

Soarin nodded and smiled at her before heading to the bathroom. Grabbing a couple of towels, he laid them underneath him, not enjoying the peculiar sensation, but eventually settled down and got some sleep.