The Wonderbolt Conspiracy

“At last!”

Dash grinned, trying to resist the urge to put her hooves to her cheeks and go squeee~

“Hey, rainbow-mane, calm down,” Gilda called over. “It's not some kind of super-mega-awesome thing, is it?”

“Gilda!” Dash gasped, scandalized. “It's the Wonderbolts! We're actually going to join the Wonderbolts!”

“You mean you got in?” Gilda asked, coming over to look. “Just my luck to be visiting when – huh.”

She read the paper again. “It actually mentions me as well.”

“Yeah, which is kind of odd,” Dash said. “I guess maybe someone got annoyed at them for not having any griffins on the team?”

“I'm more surprised they knew I was visiting you,” Gilda noted. “What does the rest of the letter say?”

“There's an orientation package,” Dash replied, picking up a package from the floor and putting it on the table. “Can you open this? Your claws make things like that easier.”

“Yeah, sure, use the griffin as a letter opener,” Gilda grumbled, slitting the top of the package open easily. “Let's see what's in here...”

Rainbow grinned, pulling out the thin brochure lying on top of everything else. "Congratulations for being accepted into the Wonderbolts Academy, the first step on your way to joining the most prestigious flight squad in Equestria. This package contains a few pieces of complimentary merchandise to get new recruits into the right spirit, as well as an orientation video. We ask you to please watch the video as soon as you have the free time and privacy. Please don't show it to any non-Wonderbolts, as it might contain confidential information."

Gilda rolled her eyes, clicking her beak. "Yeesh, we haven't even started at their precious school and they're already laying rules on us."

"Oh come on, they just don't want ponies to get distracted with all the awesome... Huh." Rainbow tilted the letter a bit. "Here's a disclaimer that the merchandise is packed randomly for each box... Well, I'm sure it'll still be a lot of awesome stuff in there."

"Whatever, let's just get that video over with." Gilda turned away from where she'd been poking at some kind of soft Wonderbolts themed fabric covering most of the box, picking up the DVD case on it instead and heading for the couch.

Dash joined her, scooting into the best seat as Gilda fiddled with the DVD player.

“Okay… right… there,” Gilda muttered to herself, pressing the controls, then stepped back and watched as the screen booted up.

“There we go,” she said, then checked where Dash was sitting and plumped for the other end of the couch.

After a few seconds of silence, the Wonderbolts logo came up, followed by some standard stuff – the same warning that had been on the note, along with a copyright notice.

Then the film proper started, and despite her comments Gilda was paying just as much attention as Dash was. If for no other reason than to see if it mentioned why they were trying to recruit her.

“Hello, New Wonderbolts!” the video began, in a cheerful voice. “You have been accepted into the world-famous Wonderbolt Academy! Please pay attention, as the orientation video will tell you things it is very important to know.”

Dash nodded absently, feeling very sure that it was important to pay attention.

“Our first topic will be the Wonderbolts uniform, which is a major part of our image...”

The video went on for a bit about the uniforms they knew from shows, about public image and their responsibility to the rest of the team and their reputation. As it went on, however, the screen began to flicker occasionally, a little bit of a buzz seeping into the sound of the video. The voice got a bit smoother as well, starting to repeat several choice words. All of it served to lull them into a doze, Rainbow and Gilda both slumping down onto the couch and simply letting the video wash over them.

The video went on with standard stuff for a few more minutes just in case there were some resistant recruits, then turned to the last topic.

"Now, all of this has been regarding our public image. Keep in mind, however, that the Wonderbolts Academy is not open to the public and as such most of the previous rules don't apply in quite the same way. The training, shows and outfits at the Academy, especially for the recruits, may differ from what you'd expect. To prepare you for some of the more unusual differences, ~~you will~~ we suggest to pick up the mp3-player in the box before you head to bed and listen to the file on loop while you sleep. As thanks for your assistance we have included some Wonderbolts merchandise. Each item in the box has been tested and proven to be 'cool, awesome and radical' and you will without doubt and question be happy to try each of them out."

With that, the video file ended, and both fliers spent several more seconds just watching the screen before shaking themselves and blinking.

“Huh, wow...” Dash said, yawning slightly. “That was… actually pretty interesting.”

“Yeah, it was...” Gilda agreed. “I never really knew there was that much intri… intra… complicated stuff about how the Wonderbolts worked.”

She shook her wings out, getting the cramps out of them, and went over to the box to inspect what was in there.

“Okay, that's as Wonderbolts suit,” she said, checking the size tag. “Looks like it's my size… and that one's yours…”

Moving both of them onto the floor, forming one pile for each of them, Gilda barely noticed that the suit was a bit thicker than she might have expected.

Shrugging, she put the pair of music players with the piles, before lifting something out and turning it this way and that.

“What's that?” Dash asked, coming up to have a look. “Which pile's mine?”

“The one nearer the door,” Gilda replied. “I don't know. It feels kind of soft and padded...”

Dash had a look as well, making it flop open to reveal the shape.

“It looks kind of like a diaper,” the pegasus said, confused.

"A diaper? Seriously?" Gilda stared at the padded garment for a moment, then frowned. "I... well... I guess it's still Wonderbolts stuff..."

"Yeah, I guess these boxes really are randomized." Rainbow chuckled awkwardly, blushing lightly. "I mean, it's still kind of cool, awesome and radical... For a diaper, I mean..."

"So, uhm..." Gilda blushed, still holding up the diaper and pointedly looking away.

Rainbow nodded. "Uh, yeah. I guess we just... Split them up? Just so we can move on to the rest of this stuff."

Gilda nodded quickly, pulling a whole set of diapers from the box and dividing them up on the piles. "Y-yeah. Just what I was thinking."

Once the diapers were out of the way, a lot of what was left was much more like Dash and Gilda had expected. There were posters, flags, a few large soft toy versions of famous Wonderbolts, and then at the bottom of the pack a pair of large Wonderbolts brand sports bags.

“I guess this is to take our stuff to the Academy,” Gilda said, checking how large it was, then zipped it up again.

She took the second one and put it on Dash's pile. “Okay, I think that's everything, uh...”

“Yeah...” Dash agreed. “I'm… going to have a look at these.”

“Right,” Gilda nodded, not wanting to look her in the eye, and carted her pile over to the spare room.

Now alone in her room, Dash had another look at the diaper.

It seemed so strange… but it was officially certified awesome, so it was probably fine. And it was likely really comfy…

She yawned, and decided she had to put it and the Wonderbolts suit on. Just to see how they felt.

Maybe she'd even wear them to bed, while she was listening to that instruction MP3…

Gilda was going through a similar thought process, already wearing her diaper and shaking her padded butt at a mirror. It looked a bit like she was still halfway in the egg she hatched from, which served to make her feel both more embarrassed and more cozy. After a few minutes of that she decided to simply wear the Wonderbolt suit over it and pretend it wasn't there, despite the large bulge it made in her rump... Which for some reason fit perfectly into the suit.

She looked some more through the merchandise, stopping at one point to set up a little toy Dizzitron that played music when you turned it on. She stared at that for ~~several minutes~~ only a short moment before she started feeling a bit dizzy and tired. She let out a muffled yawn and suckled on her new certified Wonderbolt a pacifier a few times, waddling over to the guest bed and putting in the earphones of the player before curling up around a stuffed Spitfire toy.

As the two slept, both padded-up and snug under the covers, their music players began to whisper to them.

There were instructions, helpful suggestions, and soothing music, all of them combined so as to educate new recruits by telling them just what they needed to know and to do.

It was very informative, and also very soproific. Neither Dash nor Gilda got up during the night, not even once, and they were only woken the next morning by the light of day.

“Nng...” Gilda muttered, blinking, and shifted a little.

She felt very comfortable, snug and warm, and still pleasantly fuzzy from the night's sleep.

There was a faint buzzing in her ears, which a moment later was interrupted by a pleasant voice.

“The Wonderbolts Academy dress code is sensible. You will find it perfectly reasonable once you are there, because it is designed for the unique circumstances of the academy. Since it is private and confidential, you will not mention it to ponies or other creatures who do not know-”

Hitting pause, Gilda rolled over – which brought her attention to the thick, crinkly diaper around her waist.

Gilda reached down to feel the padding around her waist through the suit, blushing as she heard the faint squish coming from under her ~~suit~~ sleeper. She remembered having had a rather embarrassing bedwetting problem for a while now, but she'd hoped that at least tonight that she was staying at Rainbow's place she would manage to stay dry.

She carefully opened the door, finding the hallway empty and sneaking past Rainbow's bedroom door, heading for the bathroom. She kept a lookout for her friend even as she backed into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it before she finally started to pull off her sleeper with a relieved sigh, turning around from the door...

...and coming face to face with a beet red Rainbow Dash in a similar state of undress, their swollen diapers squishing in unison as they were hastily and insufficiently covered by hooves and claws respectively.

“I, uh...” Dash began, blushing heavily. “Um...”

She began to cross her legs, only to stop as the motion produced a loud squish sound. “This isn't...”

“Yeah,” Gilda nodded. “It's, uh...”

The griffin cast around for an explanation. “It… must have been something in that pasta we had?”

“Yeah!” Dash agreed hastily. “That must be it! I knew there was something dodgy about that pasta!”

“Good!” Gilda said, relieved. “That's the only explanation we need!”

They exchanged nods, thankful for a less embarrassing explanation – no matter how threadbare it was.

Then they both realized they were still wearing soaked padding, and turned away from each other to sort out their compromised states – each one hoping the other wouldn't ask any more questions.

“Okay, so, we've got an appointment later today,” Gilda said loudly, acting as much as possible as though the events in the bathroom hadn't happened. “When do you want to set off?”

“I… guess it'd be bad to be there late,” Dash replied. “How soon can we leave?”

"As soon as I'm done with breakfast." Gilda ripped off another bite of her pancake, then finished off the large glass of chocolate milk Rainbow had poured each of them, which was a lot tastier than she remembered... Which was probably just a Ponyville thing. She paused to wipe up some syrup with the last of her pancake, smirking. "Seriously, if a griffon tells you that you're eating too fast you should probably consider chewing your food."

"Hey, I still didn't make as much as a mess as you did." Rainbow stuck out her tongue, looking at the syrup stains all over Gilda's side of the table. Which was not to say she was a completely clean eater herself; while it had seemed like another weird thing to put at the bottom of the merchandise box at first, she had to admit that those certified awesome 'Wonderbibs' had certainly saved her and Gilda's Wonderbolts suits from an early laundry day.

“Yeah, well...” Gilda began, then petered out as she realized she didn't actually have a comeback ready. “Anyway, you got your stuff packed?”

“Of course!” Dash answered. “I'm way eager for this!”

“Yeah, I know,” Gilda nodded. “This is going to be awesome!”

She got up from the table, leaving the plate where it was, then frowned as she remembered something. Taking the Wonderbib off, she held it up uncertainly. “Hey, uh, where do these go?”

“Just put it in the washing basket,” Dash told her. “I'll put it out under a monsoon some time, that should get the worst off.”

“I hope you put more effort into preening,” Gilda winced, getting a tongue-stuck-out in return. “Okay, I'll just grab my bags and we'll go.”

She went into her room, picking up the panniers – Wonderbolt branded, just like the rest of what they were taking – and inspected herself in the mirror.

The result was pretty cool. The bulge was still there, but a bit less obvious ~~with just one layer of~~ without any padding, and it was cool how the suit gave her full freedom of movement with her wings.

Pausing a moment to put her Wonderbolts pacifier and soft toy into one of the panniers, she headed out towards the door to wait for Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow was already standing at the door, bouncing ~~and crinkling~~ in place with excitement, her own pannier strapped to her back without hindering her wings. "Come on, let's gooooo..."

Gilda chuckled at how Rainbow was excited enough to actually whine at her, though it was kind of ~~adorable~~ ~~awesome~~ adorable to watch. She made sure that her own luggage was secure, then stepped out and jumped off the cloud porch with a flap of her wings. "You'll have to fly ahead. I haven't been to Cloudsdale in years... I could barely tell you where the city is at the moment, much less that Academy."

Rainbow grinned and snapped a sharp salute that totally didn't almost end with her sucking her hoof and took to the air. "No problem. Just follow my trail and try not to fall too far behind."

For all Rainbow's posturing – and her undeniable talent as a fast flier – she kept her speed down to a level where Gilda could follow, and the two of them flew almost side-by-side through the towering clouds.

“So, who's handling the weather around Ponyville these days?” Gilda called, watching Dash's butt for a moment before turning back to the cloudscape.

“Still me, of course!” Dash replied smugly. “Who else did you think?”

“Not what I asked,” Gilda chuckled. “Who's actually running the weather, when you're off being awesome and an Element of Harmony and stuff?”

“Oh, uh… I think Thunderlane?” Dash said, distracted. “It might be him… I've not really been paying attention all that much.”

Gilda chuckled.

As they flew on, they developed a rhythm – wings going up and down not quite in unison, with fourteen beats of Gilda's wings to every fifteen of Dash's wings, and a subtle beat frequency developed without either of them being aware of doing it.

The slow beat let them both just concentrate on flying, on hearing the thrumming of their own wings, and the two Wonderbolt-dressed fliers began to zone out a bit.

Rainbow blinked slowly as the sky seemed to blur together, her talent for navigation and muscle memory letting her practically turn off her mind completely as she just let herself float through the air. At one point she thought she had seen two shapes flying next to them but then she remembered that she didn't have to focus on those right now. She could just focus on flying. She didn't need to think about flying, it just came to her, and since she didn't need to think about flying she didn't need to think about anything right now. Her ears twitched and she thought she could hear a faint crinkling over the sound of the air and their ~~four~~ two pairs of wings beating, but where would it come from? It sounded a bit like a diaper, and her wearing a diaper was just silly. Wearing a diaper was silly, so anypony who was wearing one was obviously a very silly filly, and that meant that if she was wearing a diaper she was…

Rainbow blinked, having zoned out again at some point during that line of thought. She realized she wasn't even flying anymore, but instead standing in front of what looked like a rather irritated Spitfire. "I, uh... What?"

"I asked you why you were standing around like a pair of drooling idiots! Are you foals ~~and~~ or are you Wonderbolts?!" Spitfire leaned in to yell at them in her infamous instructor voice, just barely quieter than the Royal Canterlot Voice. She stepped back and pointed towards one of the buildings. "Now get to the instruction room before I have to buck you there myself!"

Rainbow squeaked and shrunk down until she was sitting down, pressing her legs together to keep from wetting herself under the glare of a disappointed ~~Mommy~~ Captain Spitfire. Glancing to her side and seeing that Gilda was barely doing any better at least helped her feel a little better. Still, as soon as Spitfire backed off they scrambled to their hooves and claws respectively to ~~waddle~~ run over to the building she had pointed out.

Both pony and griffin were flustered enough by their dressing-down that they didn't notice one of the oddities of the academy. The main entrance was simple enough, but the receptionist had barely glanced over their Wonderbolt suits before directing them through one of the doors – and once through the door the décor was a bit more… foalish… than either Gilda or Dash would have normally expected. There was nothing overt, but the walls were painted bright pastel colours and the room signs were in nice, big, blocky letters.

“I… think it's this one?” Dash said, after a few minutes, and pointed at a door which had a sign reading 'instruction room'.

“Guess so,” Gilda agreed, reaching out and turning the handle.

The door swung open, revealing a room with five circles of concentric seats facing a lecture area and a screen. They could see that the screen itself was roll-up, and that the room continued a long way past it, but still-

“Oh, great...” Dash muttered quietly. “We're going to get lectures.”

Almost as soon as she said it, though, she began to reconsider. Learning about what Wonderbolts did was good, and she wouldn't mind watching another movie either.

"Yeah, I hate lectures... Though I suppose learning about the Wonderbolts could be pretty awesome. Still, whenever I try to listen to one I just end up zoning out or falling asleep." Rainbow rubbed her neck sheepishly, then looked over the other ponies already sitting in the seats and talking to each other. Some of them she even recognized.

She blushed at the thought that apparently they were the last to arrive after all and quickly followed Gilda to a pair of free seats, sitting down between her and an aquamarine tomcolt mare with an off-golden mane, while Gilda had Raindrops sitting on her other side.

Gilda seemed content to just lean back and cross her forelegs, waiting for the lectures to start, while Rainbow leaned over to the other pegasus next to her. "Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Rainbow Dash."

“Dust,” the mare replied. “Lightning Dust.”

She tossed her mane, shifting a little on her seat ~~and producing a loud crinkle~~. “So, what makes you think you've got what it takes to be a Wonderbolt?”

“They invited me!” Dash replied proudly. “What about you?”

“Huh, they invited you too?” Dust asked. “Maybe they'll let anypony in these days.”

Dash scowled. “I-”

What she was about to say was interrupted by a sound of hooves from the front of the room.

“Welcome to the ~~Wonderbutts~~ Wonderbolts Academy,” Soarin' began. “Now, have you all been good cadets and watched your introduction movie?”

“I've been a good cadet!” Dash answered quickly, raising her hoof, and realized only after she'd spoken that everyone else had answered exactly the same way as she had – and at the same time.

“That's good,” Soarin' praised. “It's important for your training to be structured.”

Gilda blushed a bit at the praise as she lowered her talons again, sitting notably straighter than before. She had no idea what it was, but something about the ~~Wonderbutt~~ Wonderbolt made her want to pay attention to anything he said.

"Now, to make sure we are all on the same page, we will review a few of the things each of you should have learned if you're taking this training seriously." He ~~waddled~~ walked up to the lecture area, pressing a few buttons that made the screen roll out with a faint buzzing of machinery and the projector start up. However the buzzing didn't seem to stop once the screen did, sounding vaguely familiar and making Rainbow and Gilda blink as they felt a little sleepy.

Soarin didn't pay any attention to Rainbow's badly concealed yawn, pulling up the first slide which showed various suits, sleepers, diapers, pacifiers, bibs, bonnets, booties and other foalish things, all of them in Wonderbutt design. "Now, these are all parts of different Wonderbolt Academy outfits. What do they all have in common?"

"The Wonderbolt Academy dress code is sensible, perfectly reasonable and designed for the unique circumstances of the Academy. There is nothing odd about it and we follow it happily. It is private and confidential, so we will not tell anypony or other creature about it who doesn't know."

Rainbow blinked as the echo of a whole classroom chanting the correct answer faded, finding herself sitting straight again. The drowsiness from before was just a faint buzz at the back of her head, much like the actual buzz she could still hear and ignore. Paying attention to the lecture and being a good cadet was more important.

Satisfied with their reaction, Soarin moved on a little. “Remember, the academy is for Wonderbolts, but it is also for Wonderbutts. Wonderbutts is what you really are, but for those outside the academy we say Wonderbolts.”

Gilda nodded absently, the whole thing making perfect sense to her. Of course they would have their own name for themselves, and they'd treat those who hadn't been told differently – that was just showing how exclusive the club was!

“Of course,” Soarin went on, “you're trainees, so that means you must be baby Wonderbutts, or cadet Wonderbolts. So, what are you?”

“Baby Wonderbutts,” Rainbow answered correctly, hearing the whole rest of the class say it as well and reinforcing her sense that she was getting it right.

She squirmed a little in her seat, feeling her comfortable diaper under her, and sank back into the soft comfort of the buzz.

She was a good cadet, and a good Wonderbutt.

“That's right,” Soarin agreed. “You're doing so well!”

He clicked on to the next slide, which was mostly dark – showing just some pictures of the new inductees, in their padded uniforms, in a row at the bottom of the slide. The photos looked like they'd been taken out on the arrival field. “Let's move on to the chain of command. You're at the bottom, because you're the newest and so you're the youngest.”

Soarin clicked and a second row was added to the slide, of various ponies in slightly more mature, but still visibly padded uniforms, some of them holding plushies or dolls. "These are the toddlers, or rookies for anyone outside the Academy. They're the ones who completed basic training so they're a bit older than you. Most of them are in the reserves or just not on active Wonderbutts duty, and you might see some of them when they come here for further training or remedial playtime. They don't get to give you orders unless specified, but they are older than you so you will respect them. You will also have a general urge to trust what they say and try to be like them whenever you meet one, since they're older and thus obviously smarter and cooler like you."

Gilda nodded along, smiling with her beak hanging open slightly. Of course she wasn't going to take orders from a toddler, but they did seem pretty cool... Maybe if she could get to hang out with some of them, it would prove that she was way cooler and bigger than the other babies around her.

Soarin clicked another row over the two already on the screen, showing less but seemingly bigger ponies, dressed in official-looking Wonderbutts outfits and with such big rumps that they must've been wearing two diapers, or maybe an extra thick one. "These are your big brothers and sisters, or just Wonderbolts when outside. They're the ones who are active Wonderbutts, even if not all of them are on the main roster. They're really cool and awesome and grown-up and you absolutely idolize them. You're always excited when they talk to you or show you cool tricks, and accordingly you are also absolutely embarrassed whenever you find yourself acting like little foals in front of them... Which will happen, often, since you are only baby Wonderbutts after all."

Rainbow stared at the big brothers and sisters with wide eyes, smiling widely. She wanted to meet all of them and talk to them and show them how cool she could already be. But... what if she did something embarrassing or foalish in front of them? She knew she would be absolutely mortified. Rainbow blushed just from the thought, especially if she did something foalish without even realizing it. Sucking her hoof like she was doing right now helped calm her down, though, just in time for the next slide.

This one almost completed the sequence, with just one missing area at the top. “Above them are the uncles and aunts. To those outside, they're senior Wonderbolts or instructors – like me – but you'll think of them among us as aunts and uncles.”

Soarin's voice became slightly more stern. “Aunts and Uncles know best. You know it's right to do what we say, and when you act out you'll know you're being naughty.”

Rainbow frowned for a moment, despite the soothing buzzing – wondering why she'd act out against such awesome ponies – but then the soothing tones drew her back down into a happy lassitude, and she realized that sometimes foal-trainees like her did get things wrong or get angry.

The same realization had come to Gilda, even a little quicker than Rainbow had realized it, and she nodded along as Soarin elaborated on what Aunts and Uncles would do. Things like ~~changing~~ training them, and teaching them how to be good ~~foals~~ flyers.

She felt a slight pang, and crossed her legs a little – making her diaper rustle loudly.

“And then there's the one who's in charge,” Soarin told them all, and the next slide clicked into place. “Outside she's known as the Academy Super, but you all know her as?”

“Mommy!” Dash announced proudly, then blushed – having no idea why she'd said that – before the compliant buzz regained its hold on her as she realized everyone else had said the right answer as well.

It was good for good foals to know who mommy was.

Gilda couldn't help but smile a little, knowing that Mommy was watching over them. The thought was quickly pushed back, though, as Uncle Soarin moved on to the next slide, this one surprisingly blank.

"Now, of course baby Wonderbutts like you must be easily recognizable, especially here at the Wonderbutt ~~Academy~~ Daycare. So next I am going to help you make sure that you always act like the little foals you are here at the Daycare."

Rainbow Dash blinked with a bit of confusion as the word "toilet" appeared on the screen in big letters, wondering what that was about. Before she could think too much of it, however, there was a flash from the screen and the "potty" was suddenly a "potty".

Rainbow blinked again, confused why she thought that potty had been potty before. They were the same word, weren't they? Just like [flash] ~~diaper~~ diapee and diapee were the same words or [flash] ~~accident~~ oopsie and oopsie.

She didn't manage to follow the thought any further than that as more and more words appeared on the screen, each one flashing to change into the same word, leaving spots in Rainbow's eyes through which she could somehow still perfectly see the screen.

It didn't take long before the flashes were blurring together, assaulting her eyes and mind and leaving her slumped in her chair and drooling for several more moments even after they stopped. Rainbow Splash slowly sat up again, glancing to her sides to see Frillda and Lightning Mess do the same.

Frillda tilted her head a little, wondering why they'd been shown the same word twice so many times. She yawned slightly, making her diapee crinkle, and kept staring – absorbing everything she was being told, glad to be a good Wonderbutt.

She felt an uncomfortable pang again, crossing her legs and making her diapee crinkle louder, until Uncle Soarin spoke up again.

“Of course, baby Wonderbutts know that they don't need to worry about the potty. Their diapee will handle it, so they can just relax. Good foals relax.”

Frillda's beak went slightly slack as she nodded, and nearly wet herself before crossing her legs tighter and trying not to have an oopsie.

“Any of you who need the potty, you don't need to go,” Uncle Soarin told them firmly. “You don't know if you need to go, so you don't need to go. Don't worry about it.”

Frillda nodded again, the humming, buzzing music making her agree, and she felt the need to have an oopsie drain away.

“That's right,” Uncle Soarin agreed. “That's much better. Now, let's talk about how you know what you need to do and when you need to do it.”

Rainbow Splash nodded, her ear twitching a bit at the faint hissing sound coming from Frillda, but deciding it was probably nothing to worry about. Instead she focused on the next slide, which showed a timetable.

"Each of you will get one of these at the end of the lecture. They may be updated per enchantment at times, so make sure to carry them with you at all times so you always know what's next on the schedule. For now, however, we will talk about the things you may need to do without preparation and how you know to do them."

The timetable on the screen turned into a spiral, along with a deep buzzing sound that made Splashie's head feel all fuzzy. She blinked and flicked her ear, trying to understand Uncle Soarin as his words turned into an intelligible drone.

She thought she saw some words on the screen like "Dress-up" something or "Foal" something else, but they were quickly swallowed up by the spiral. In fact, everything seemed to be swallowed up by it, including herself, falling into those swirling colors and drowning in them, going limp in her seat and drooling mindlessly.

She didn't know how long it had been or what had happened in the first place... All she knew is sitting up and looking around in confusion. Uncle Soarin was standing in front of the blank screen and saying something about tired foals and that they still had to pay attention for now, and Rainbow blushed at the thought that she had fallen asleep during the lecture after all.

As Rainbow Splash shook herself out of her doze, Uncle Soarin cleared his throat. “Is every-foal paying attention?”

There was a general nodding of heads, though one or two of the ~~trainees~~ foals looked a little unsure of themselves.

“Are you sure?” Soarin asked. “You didn't sound very sure. Were you paying attention?”

This time, the reply was more coherent – a general “yes!” from all the diapered new Wonderbutts.

“Well, you all seem like good Wonderbutts to me,” Soarin said kindly. “Are you good soggybutts?”

Splash nodded, frowned for a moment as she noticed he hadn't said Wonderbutt, then gasped as she suddenly felt her diapee grow soggy.

She hadn't even realized she needed it!

Blushing, Rainbow Splash hunched down a little – pressing one hoof into the front of her padding to try to stem the tide – and spoke up. “I'm a good Soggybutt!” she announced, feeling proud and embarrassed at the same time – and hearing the rest of the class say much the same thing as well.

“That's right,” Uncle Soarin' told them. “Very good.”

He rolled up the screen, though the music kept playing – by now almost subconscious, something they'd been hearing for so long they no longer noticed it. “Now, it's time for you all to pick up your official uniforms.”

Splash stood up from her seat, feeling the wet diapee against her as she moved, and made for the aisle – though Lightning Mess was in her way, the other foal's diapee just as wet as hers was.

There was a rustle of wings as Frillda took off, ready to fly over the traffic jam, but Uncle Soarin' said something to her.

“Frillda! ~~Foals don't fly without permission!~~”

Splash didn't quite catch what he'd said, but she did see Frillda almost trip over her own wings and tumble to a halt one row down. There was a loud squish as she landed, and she blushed deeply.

Frillda glared back at Lightning Mess as the pegasus snickered, then quickly turned back to the front to hide her blush. The line moved forward fairly quickly, everypony getting a bag with their outfit before being pointed to wait behind the screen. Rainbow was the last to get hers and moved on behind the screen, finding herself in front of several changing mats laid out on the floor. Soarin ~~walked~~ waddled past them and turned to face them again.

"Now, before you continue I'm going to partner you all up in pairs. The pony you're partnered up with is your ~~trainee wingpony~~ Baby Buddy and they're the one who will change your diapee if need a change. You can also ask Uncles, Aunts or of course Mommy, but your Baby Buddy usually has priority. Now..." He started to pair them up, Rainbow's ears folding back as she was paired up with Lightning Mess while Frillda was paired with Raindroops. She didn't want to be a fussy foal, though, so she went over to the changing mat Lightning Mess was headed for.

Soarin spoke up again. "And remember. You always have to ask your Baby Buddy before they will change you, like a good cadet."

Rainbow nodded absentmindedly and laid down on the mat, looking up at her Baby Buddy.. "Uhm, Lightning Mess? I did an oopsie an' now I need changies." She blushed as she realized she had asked much louder than she'd intended, almost yelling it, though the foals around her seemed to have similar experiences.

Lightning Mess snickered, undoing the zipper on Splash's Wonderbutt suit and taking her diaper off. The tomcoltish ~~pony~~ filly seemed to know exactly what to do to change a diapee, and Splash accepted that as normal – after all, she knew what to do as well, though she couldn't tell you quite where she'd learned it.

As Mess was about to start putting the new – and thicker – diaper on, though, Uncle Soarin' spoke up. “Don't forget, Baby Buddies, you need to change your Buddy into their new uniform as well!”

“Hey, that's right!” Mess agreed. “Forgot about that! Roll over, Rainbow Splash!”

Rainbow blushed, though she wasn't sure why her own name made her feel embarrassed, and let Mess get at the zipper on the back of her Wonderbutts suit.

A quick zrrrrp, and Rainbow was ~~naked~~ nakie – at least, for the few seconds until Mess padded her up with her new very thick diaper.

Frillda was being diapered up as well at that point, and blushed as Raindroops added something extra that none of the pegasi foals were having to wear – a pair of frilly pink plastic panties, just to hold in any possible leaks as well as making Frillda fit her frilly name.

Whenever Frillda tried to feel offended or upset, however, the gentle buzzing sound of the music reminded her that she shouldn't feel upset at all – she should feel happy to be nicely diapered up, like a good baby Wonderbutt.

Rainbow was blushing as much as she was giggling, feeling both embarrassed and happy to have her Baby Buddy changing not just her diaper but her whole outfit. Lightning Mess helped her into her new outfit, a Wonderbutt suit with a padded rump to make her diaper look even bigger and catch any possible ~~leaks~~ oopsies. The sleeves ended in four thick booties that made it a bit hard to get a grip on anything with her hooves and would make her waddling even clumsier, but just looked so adorable on her. The upper body part was mostly the same as the other suits she'd seen... A bit softer than the "official" Wonderbolts suits she vaguely remembered that were just for show, and she noticed two clip buttons on the back indicating a flap for quick diapee changes. Even ~~more~~ ~~surprising~~ better was that the suit had her cutie mark stitched in on each flank, a fluffy cloud dumping a big splash of red, yellow and blue water into an open diapee, making it visibly sag even on such a simple picture.

Rainbow sat up, but held still as her Baby Buddy pulled a rather big blue and yellow ~~pacifier~~ paci from the bag and clipped the string around her neck to let it dangle down. Then Lightning patted her crinkly front to signal for her to stand up so the other pegasus could take her position.

As she helped Lightning out of the suit and began the familiar procedure of changing diapers, Rainbow allowed herself to glance around. While her cutie mark had been the only personalized part of her outfit as far as she could tell, other trainees foals had their own customizations.

A few of them were wearing a colorful cotton or plastic bib under the ~~pacifiers~~ pacies hanging from their neck. Frillda and two other foals also had a big bonnet strapped to their heads, Gilda's being white with pink frills around the edge. Taking a moment to look over, Rainbow could even make out Frillda's cutie mark, two pink booties and two pink mittens over a white diapee with rainbow frills. For a moment she wondered how a griffon could have a cutie mark before the music reminded her how silly she was. All baby Wonderbutts were cuties, so of course all baby Wonderbutts had cutie marks~

Done with diapering Lightning Mess, Splash got to work fitting her into her new uniform. It was quite a lot like Splash's own uniform, and for a moment she wondered how she was managing to fit Mess into it at all with the clumsy booties she was wearing – but that concern went away just like the rest of them, as she realized that foals didn't think too hard.

The padding seemed to be thicker for Lightning's outfit, nice and dense enough to contain even the most spectacular of oopsies, and Rainbow wiggled her own diapeed butt in sympathy – loving the comforting, cushy feeling of snugness it produced – and there also seemed to be more of a focus on foreleg booties over hind leg ones.

Just after noticing the cutie mark on the sleeper, a lightning bolt striking a large diapee which looked pristine and white, she heard a noise from nearby and looked up to see what it was.

There were two Wonderbutt Baby Buddies who looked quite ~~unusual~~ cute, both of them dragons much bigger than Spike, and they were having trouble getting the blue one into her costume. The red one – who looked like he was having ~~a lot of trouble focusing~~ fun, was fumbling with the tapes on the diaper of his Baby Buddy.

Splash frowned, vaguely recognizing the red one, and spotted the cutie mark on the blue one's sleeper – a huge pile of diapers and other foalish things with a dragon snoozing on top of it.

“Come on,” she heard the blue one whine. “We'll never learn how ponies do… do… that thing? Flying fast, that's it!”

The red dragon tried again, and this time did manage to actually do up the tapes – though he seemed at a loss where to go after that.

Noticing this, Uncle Soarin' trotted over to help out – just as Splash finally finished taping Lightning into her new outfit.

It didn't take long for Uncle Soarin to waddle back to the front, stomping his booties on the floor to get their attention. "Alright, Wonderbutts, line up so I can check your outfits."

Splashie and Frillda hurried to waddle in front of the changing mats, lining up with the rest of the foals, including the two dragons. Soarin nodded at them and started to go down the line first in front of them and then behind them, occasionally batting at a pacifier or giving their padded butts a squeeze. Eventually he ended up where he started, standing up tall and trying to look authoritative.

"Not bad for your first diaper change here at the Academy, but next time I expect you to work faster. Now, we'll be going to your first assembly where you will meet Mommy Spitfire so she can get a good look at you little foals. It's completely normal to be a bit surprised when she starts yelling, and there's no need to be ashamed if you make an oopsie while she looks at you. Just remember that no matter how much she yells at you, Mommy does love you... It's just more of a tough love at times."

Splashie nodded, feeling excited about getting to meet Mommy Spitfire, and shifted back and forth a little on her padded-up hooves. She suckled her paci, and followed along as Uncle Soarin opened the doors – waddling along as part of a long line, following Frillda's padded up butt as it wobbled back and forth in front of her.

The trip through the corridors took a few minutes for each individual Wonderbutt, but with how long the line was it was more like five or six before they all filed into the assembly room and took their seats – sitting down on their cushy rumps in the assembly room, all facing a dais with the Wonderbutts banner hung above it.

Lightning Mess sat down right next to Splash, bumping into her, and Splash pouted. “Hey!”

“Hey what?” Lightning Mess replied, mumbling around her pacifier.

“Hey… don't shove!” Splash countered. “That's not nice!”

Mess stuck her tongue out, her pacifier falling down to dangle on a cord, and she stuffed it back into her mouth. “I didn't shove, I was sittin' down!”

Splash scrunched and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off from the sound of boots hitting the floor as Mommy Spitfire stepped up to the dais. She was wearing her regular captain's outfit, complete with jacket and aviators, and only a single thick diaper around her rump giving her any foalish look at all.

She looked them over, pausing a second at each foal and Splash found herself suddenly feeling like the center of attention as the gaze moved over her. She felt loved and felt ~~conditioned~~ unconditional love towards Mommy in return, but at the same time she felt so nervous she only barely managed not to wet her diapee. Instead she found herself sucking faster on her pacifier just to calm down, and could hear the same fast rhythm of suckles coming from Mess next to her.

Spitfire took a moment after looking at each foal, nodding to herself before suddenly leaning forward and yelling. "Alright you little stinkbutts, so you all think you got what it takes to become a fully grown-up Wonderbutt?!"

She paused again after that, smirking, watching and listening to the cacophony of hisses as almost every foal wet their diapers in startled surprise, and more than one even made a big oopsie.

“That's what I thought!” she resumed. “Well, it's time for you to learn something! You're all going to start off right at the bottom, but by the time I'm done with you we'll all know if you're a Wonderbutt or a none-derbutt!”

The pun was awful, but none of the audience was in any position to notice.

“You're going to be flight trained, you're going to be baby trained, and you might even be potty trained!” Spitfire told them. “But the most important thing you're going to learn is how to be a good Wonderbutt – listen to your aunts and uncles and do as you're told!”

She waited a long moment, letting them absorb that, then cleared her throat. “Now, everyone here needs to take the Wonderbutt oath. Ready?”

The slightly squishy foals in the assembly nodded, though nothing like in unison, and then began to speak.

“I swear to be a good Wonderbutt, to listen to my aunts and uncles. To love my diapers...”

"...and show them off whenever I can. I will protect the ponies of Equestria with the most poofy and crinkly of protection and vow to help anypony in need of aid or changes. I wet and mess my diapers happily and wear my full diapers proudly, as sign that no potty breaks keep me from my duty. My weapon is my rattle, my shield is my padding and my pacifier my badge. This I swear, for Equestria, the Princesses and Mommy Spitfire." Rainbow repeated proudly along with everyone else, standing tall and bouncing her diapers up and down.