A Shopkeeper's Assistant

It was probably getting light outside. At least that’s what Coco assumed to be the case, though honestly she wasn’t sure considering she was turned away from the windows, laying on her stomach, and facing the wall. Not to mention that currently the act of keeping her eyes closed was one of her main ongoing goals in life. It was warm, it was cozy, and even better she didn’t have to do anything more strenuous than occasionally shift her arms or legs for a more comfortable position. Honestly if Rarity, or really any pony at all wanted her to get work done early in the morning then beds this comfortable and pillows the soft should not be allowed.

Problem was though that if the sun was about to come up then she’d have to get up right along with it, like it or not. Under the best of circumstances, she probably could sneak in another thirty minutes of sleep or so assuming her internal clock was anything like accurate but getting back to sleep quickly enough to take advantage of that time would require her to not be horny. And there in lay the second problem of her morning. It was neither a new problem nor a particularly uncommon one and though she had grown used to it that didn't make it any less of a disruption when her body suddenly decided around dawn that it wanted more activity than her mind was willing to provide.

She sighed, she twisted around some, grumbled to herself, and refusing to open her eyes even a little bit. She did her best to concentrate on soothing things and calming things and things that did not, could not, be in any way misconstrued as sexy. She thought about the new garden her parents were building in their backyard, the book on print making techniques she had checked out from the library two days ago, and that new designer candle making shop which just opened down the road that she had not yet found the time to pay a visit to. Though for all of her mental gymnastics she was able to keep her mind on the straight and narrow for all of about a minute, maybe two.

The difficulty was with her day job. Being a customer assistant in the Canterlot division of Rarity’s Carousel Corporation meant that she was on a continual daily basis helping the hottest women, girls, and more than quite a few pretty boys try on and purchase a wide array of panties, bras, cute tops and pants, plus the occasional… additional item, on display in the upstairs back room through the nondescript door. It was the sort of job that had a way of imprinting particularly vivid images in one’s mind. The sort of images to come to the surface when one is laying cozily in bed only half awake, and that seem to have the inevitable effect of undermining any and all attempts of returning to a state of unconsciousness.

Like she always did eventually under such circumstances Coco surrendered grudgingly and reached down between her legs. Her hands slid across the smooth slick plastic surface of the pink Dotty Pony brand disposable diaper she had put on the previous evening just after having finished her shower. An hour spent reading a fairly decent novel by the fireplace, folding a basket of clean laundry, and a quick snack where all that she had had time for before crawling into bed exhausted but content from another long day. The fact that she had wet her diaper thoroughly twice between getting it on and getting into bed only helped her feel more comfortable and resulted in her falling asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillows.

But now that same thick wet diaper was making it even more difficult for her to resist the urges of her body. Her clit had grown increasingly sensitive while she had lain there so drowsily and was further aroused by the wet warmth of the squishy gel. The growing ache from her full bladder was doing nothing to help her get back to sleep and was in its own way making her all the hornier, if drowsily so, because of the large numbers of possible uses for a full bladder her mind kept presenting her with. She considered simply letting go and soaking her diaper again while lying face down as she was but even though the diaper came up past her navel by several centimeters she preferred the front and back of her diaper to be uniformly soaked.

Finally having sufficient reason to do so forced upon her Coco moved her body in a more decisive manner, rolling over onto her back with the result that she had a better sense of how wet her diaper actually was, and indeed she would have to be sitting up so that her next wetting would drain into the back of the diaper where it was still mostly dry to prevent any leaks. Now finally opening her eyes she was startled to realize that sunrise had progressed a bit further than had been anticipated. A glance over at the clock on her night stand confirmed her fears. There was not going to be enough time for a good session of diaper play if she was going to get to work on time. Nor was there going to even be enough time for her to get properly cleaned as a shower was no longer an option. There was only time for her to get dressed, snatch a bite to eat, and be out the door. Rarity was in town for the week and that meant she would be occupying her office at the Canterlot division store, and that in turn meant there was no way she was going to avoid being very close to Rarity at least a few times throughout the day. If ever there was a time to not be late this was it.

Groaning, Coco sat up part way and with a quick snatch at the thin bed cover to toss it off, exposing her wet diaper to the early morning illumination, she sat with both arms behind her pressed into the bed to support her, then used both arms and legs to lift her butt off the bed just a little bit so her weight was not pressing down into the diaper and reducing its absorbency. Only then did she relax her hold on her bladder and let the stream of warm pee spray into the waiting diaper.
It always surprised her how warm it felt doing that as she always thought that considering she was wearing the diaper and had been keeping it and all the pee it contained warm with her body heat, plus the insulation of her blanket that the difference in temperature between her diaper and the fresh urine coming out of her would be only minor, and yet the blissful spreading bloom of new heat between her legs felt as though her diaper had just turned into a miniature hot spring, the sort the idle rich visit so they can pay an exorbitant fee to spend all day soaking naked up to their necks while pretending to still be dignified. But because of her position the flood of hot pee soon discovered new less saturated places to explore mostly in the back of her diaper by way of flowing down between her butt cheeks and soaking the back strap of the G-string thong she was wearing under her diaper that she had never bothered to take off the previous day before putting on her diaper. Coco sighed as the warm pee was absorbed by the back of her diaper and made the front delightfully thick and squishy, but the full minute it took for her bladder to empty itself was all she had the time for, and despite wanting to rub herself through the warm squishy diaper in the worst way she sighed and climbed out of bed.