Iron Author
Diapers
A Bad Day
Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous
Flitter sighed, hanging her head as she trudged into her home in Ponyville, though Thunderclap had been kind enough to make it a little more like home for her with cloud furniture, the sofa soft and wide and perfect for flopping onto. In fact, she did just that, her violet coat pale and soft and flung out across the sofa face down, wings splayed as she was not an earth pony but a pegasus pony with feathered wings and a cutie mark of three dragonflies, flittering, as was her namesake, along.
“I don’t know why I do this to myself...”
She didn’t have to do so much work when she was on weather duty but, alas, Rainbow Dash did know how to work them hard and the weather conditions out over the Everfree forest were still strange and unpredictable in a way that they could not control, no matter how hard they tried. Her pale blue mane flowed down her neck, tail hanging over the edge, and she rolled her spine from one side to the other to see if that would help at all, the kinks and tight muscles groaning under her indirect touch. Working that area left her sore and she groaned as she stretched out first one wing and then the other, although it did not relieve as much soreness as she’d hoped would be possible in a short while.
“Hey, honey.”
Thunderclap, a black pegasus with a stylised mullet mane that could never quite be tamed into any other sort of style, rested a hoof on her shoulder, rubbing gently. The only response that Flitter had for him, however, was a low groan. He chuckled.
“That bad, huh?”
He sat lightly next to her, tail brushing her leg, and Flitter leaned into his touch without even thinking about it. It was easy to relax around him but it wasn’t enough, not at that time, her flanks shuddering with breath, still feeling grimy and dirty after a long, hard day of work. Maybe she needed to work out more so that her weather duties did not exhaust her quite so much but, somehow, Flitter didn’t think that was going to happen.
But her partner and special somepony, Thunderclap, would not have said the same, teasing through the soreness of her muscles gently and following the hard, tense lines of them with his fore hooves. How was she ever going to relax when she was as hard as a rock? His heart twisted with sympathy for her. A massage was not going to do the trick by any means that time, sadly enough.
“Come on, Flitter,” he said softly, the sort of special somepony that anyone would have been fortunate to have in their lives. “I know what will make you feel better. But the back rub can still come later, if you want. You must have been working really hard.”
That had her attention, even if only a little.
“I’m listening...”
Thunderclap smiled, dropping a kiss on her nose.
“I can get the special diapers out again and just hold you for a bit. We can even put your favourite show on. Would you like that?”
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and, through it all she thought still how lucky she was to be with somepony who didn’t judge her for what she liked. Whether she wanted to take that sort of thing into more adult territory or not was up to them and solely between them but there was something about being treated like she was just a little pony again, one who needed to be looked after as she couldn’t take care of herself, just felt right. It could not be done full time and she would never have wanted that but the strong protectiveness of Thunderclap holding her safe and warm could help her drift off to sleep even in the most inclement of anxiety-inducing weather.
The only answer Flitter had for her partner, however, was a nod and he scooped her up in his forelegs, even though standing like that made it more difficult for him to take her upstairs. The staircase was almost too narrow for a pegasus to fly through but an agile pegasus pony like Thunderclap could just about manage it, swooping into the bedroom and laying Flitter down gently on her back, her wings softly splayed out from the sides of her body.
There, she didn’t have to worry about anything anymore as he slipped the colourful changing mat under her, although that was not an essential part of it. It still made her shiver though, the bright, primary colours oddly soothing to her eyes, although they were half-lidded, not quite fully open as sleepy warmth wrapped itself around her. Better than even a soft blanket, her lover took care of her with a gentle kiss on her nose, easing her buttocks over a fresh, clean diaper that moulded to the shape of her hindquarters as if it was meant to be there.
“Just relax now...” Thunderclap murmured, working slowly and calmly, no rush lacing his actions. “It’s all okay...”
It didn’t really matter what he said, only that she leaned into his words, ears twitching to catch them, letting them slip into her mind and her soul. She exhaled softly, a sigh easing from her, another notch of tension teasing from her muscles, knotted and hard and yet still yearning for something that would let everything that had held her back ease all the way down.
The crinkle of the diaper caught her attention and she blushed faintly, although there was, of course, nothing in it that was at all of the sense that she needed to be shy. Yet that was a part of the play for Flitter, being somepony else, a lighter sort of soul that could allow herself to be taking care of when she was usually so very much in control of her own life.
Thunderclap knew that but he knew too that she needed to be taken care of, securing the diaper with the sticky strips around her waist, pulling it up higher than usual, for it was not quite a perfect fit. There was not much of a market for custom adult-pony sized diapers in Ponyville, although they could most likely get something better suited when they were next in Canterlot, up for making the long, quiet flight together. That would be a relaxing trip for another time, however, and the present moment was for the two of them to relax in together at home, Flitter first and foremost in his mind at all times.
She leaned back, even picking up her hind hooves for him, her mane softening around her face as if even that part of her body had held some manner of tension. Flitter squeaked and blushed as, with the light aroma of baby power in the air from the diaper itself, Thunderclap scooped her up in his hooves, settling them both back into the massive pile of pillows at the head of the bed, his tail draped gently over her thigh.
“There now...”
He cooed to her and, very lightly, bopped her nose, Flitter’s shy giggle rising in a bursting bubble from her lips.
“It’s all okay.”
And it was, as long as she was there with him. That was all that she needed to worry about and even that was not any kind of worry as she relaxed the best she could into the hold of his forelegs. More secure there than she was anywhere else, Flitter let out a little whimper but Thunderclap knew better than to say anything about that or tighten his forelegs even more, for she was already right where she needed to be. He didn’t need to do anything special, even as he put a light-hearted show on the bedroom television for her, set up on a cloud dressing table where Flitter had the best view of it. She didn’t often watch it and it was not used as much as it could be but he knew that she appreciated it when she did need a bit of quiet time, quiet play for her soul.
Better than any kind of massage, she tucked her nose into the crook of his neck, letting Thunderclap settle his forelegs around her. Her back melded seamlessly into the lines of his chest and stomach as if she had always been meant to be there, her body light and perfect in the hold of his. It was him and others too that made everything fit as it did, her breathing slowing and evening out softly as she let the stresses and troubles of the day, very slowly, drift from her soul.
No more thought. No more worrying. She parted her lips as Thunderclap stroked her mane, not needing to do anymore than what came naturally to him. It was so gentle and so light that somepony watching may have thought that they weren’t doing anything at all, although she knew it was different, different to her. That was all that mattered though as she relaxed, muscles decontracting, returning to a neutral state bit by bit.
“It’s all okay... The day’s over now.”
His words were soothing, so very soft, and she relaxed into the downy float of them, lifting rather than sinking, even the muscles around the dock of her tail teasing out, bit by bit. It didn’t have to be fast and it didn’t have to be rushed as everything came together, slowly and surely. Thunderclap’s hooves stroked her mane, laying it down against the arch of her neck and the muscle beneath, contracted so that the vertebrae of her neck didn’t want to release.
But that was okay. A tension like that did not have to be taken care of in the immediate moment and that was all there was to it, hooves running over her coat repeatedly, the slow, soothing pace of them sending tiny tingles through Flitter’s body. It was not quite a shiver but it was something else, something more, something that made her feel quietly safe and warm and protected when she was with him.
The crinkle of the diaper rustled forth as she shifted her weight, her hip resting a little more heavily against his body, though that was quite alright. They were only there to get comfortable, after all, the show distracting her attention even as the lure of sleep pulled more and more insistently on her.
No...
No, she didn’t want to close her eyes just yet, to forget all that Thunderclap was doing for her. Her back ached as another notch of tension was released, muscles sore after being so contracted for so long, and Thunderclap twisted enough so that he could run his hoof over her wings too, letting the sensitive feathers and nerve-endings at the base of her wings pick up on his touch.
“It won’t be so bad tomorrow.”
Yes... Yes, he was right. He was definitely right. Flitter wanted Thunderclap to be right. It was the way things were between them and she swallowed, making a small sound that rose up from her throat, perhaps a gurgle or a moan but most certainly a sound of contentment.
She was right where she needed to be and she didn’t want to be anywhere else either. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, eyelashes fluttering, but she could only hold off on the pull of sleep for so long. With the diaper crinkling, the soft scent of it tickling her nostrils, it only felt natural to sleep in his forelegs, the warmth of her lover caressing her, closing in around her, his wings folding over. There, with the happy voices of her favourite show babbling in the background, Flitter knew well and truly that everything was alright. How could it not be when he held her so gently, so little tension in Thunderclap’s body that she could not help but try to match her own to the rhythm of his.
Dozing off, she smiled in the lightness of her sleep. And, all through it, Thunderclap held her close.
He always would help her through however was needed.
Author's Note
After a hard day, a mare just wants to be diapered and cared for by her special somepony...
As always, I am open for commissions starting at 30 GBP per 1,000 words - please e-mail arianmabe[at]gmail.com for more information or see my profile!
Story © Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe
Characters © respective owners
