A New Padded Perception

The next day saw Ponyville bathed in sunlight and clear skies.

Ponies bustled around town merely between their appointments and activities.

Almost everypony that is. Thunderlane made his way through the semi crowded streets, sulking as he went.

The day had not gone well for him at all so far.

When he woke up he found that he had wet the bed in his sleep, something he hadn’t done since he was a young colt.

He washed his sheets and was going to get ready for training again, but found himself worried about if he had an accident during the day.

He could never live it down if he somehow wet himself during practice!

It was a good thing he had ended up picking up pull-ups in his size on his way home last night. He couldn’t remember at all why he got them or even where, but he was glad to have them now.

He had chosen to simply slip the pull-up on under his spare flight suit, making nopony the wiser to his absorbent padding.

If anypony asked about the faint online around his butt, he’d just say he had a date that night and that they were underwear.

Sadly practice had not gone as planned that day. He couldn’t remember any of the flight maneuvers and found them confusing when his teammates tried to explain them.

After a few failed attempts Spitfire dismissed him for the day, telling him to take the day off to get his head together.

He found himself crying and wetting his pull-up as he walked back to the dorms, further embarrassed by his foalish actions.

He had choosen to wear his gym cloths home to cover his pull-up, not wanting the reminder of practice that day on, but not wanting anypony seeing his pull-up either.

He continued walking until he made it to the park on the one edge of town, walking through it to try and pass the time and clear his head.

Soon he made his way to the back of the park where something caught his eye.

A playground sat off in the distance from the path Thunderlane was on.

It was fairly typical, with swings, riding animals, and slides, although the playground had seen better days.

Much of the paint was faded and there were some weeds poking up all around.

Thunderlane remembered playing here when he was colt, but over the years the park had gone through lots of renovations and changes and had grown in size considerably.

At one point the town council had simply decided to build a new playground closer to the entrance and leave the old one in the back. It looked like nopony had been here in quite some time.

Thunderlane smiled as he remembered how much fun he’d had here.

Back then he had no responsibilities and was free to play all day!

It was then a thought began nagging at him that he should go play on the playground.

He almost laughed at the thought, a grown pony like him playing on the playground.

But the more he looked at old thing the more the urge grew.

“Maybe just for a few minutes?” He thought as he trotted over to the swings and sat his butt down with a small crinkle, compressing his pull-up against his rear.

He began pumping his hind legs forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, and next thing he knew he was moving at a decent pace, feeling like he was soaring through the air.

“Weee!” yelled Thunderlane.

He hadn’t had so much fun in years.

For the next few hours he made his way around the playground, going down slides, riding the animals, and having lots of fun.

At one point he felt the need to pee, but he ignored it.

He was having way too much fun to stop now!

He continued to play until he went to sit down to go down the slide again and felt his bottom squish.

It was then Thunderlane noticed his crotch felt damp.

He reached his hoof down, pulling back the waist of his shorts and pull-up to find the white inside of his training pants were now a bright yellow.

He blushed, embarrassed by his accident.

He didn’t even feel himself going! Thank goodness nopony was around to see him!

He looked around and noticed a bathroom not far from the playground area.

He slide down the slide and began to trot over in the small buildings direction.

As he walked he could feel his pull-up shifting up and down with his steps, the warm insides grinding against his shaft began to make it stir.

By the time he reached the door, his pants were tented by his full erection.

Thunderlane blushed even redder then he had before.

He couldn’t believe he was turned on by his pull-up!

He quickly went inside and was happy to find the bathroom still stocked with what he would need to clean himself up.

As he took off his shorts and set them aside, his focus shifted to his pull-up.

It was white, with pink and purple stars on it that had faded to show he’d had an accident. Pink frill designs wrapped around his legs and waist.

Thunderlane hadn’t taken notice of the design of his pull-up when he put it on that morning, being too much in a rush.

He recognized the designs as being more at home for a filly, but there was something about them that he liked.

He felt they looked good on him.

They made him feel, cute, happy almost.

As Thunderlane gazed and thought about his pull-up his cock twitched inside it, tenting the wet garment and drawing his attention.

There was no way he would be able to slip on a new one with his stallionhood in the way.

He would need to take care of it.

He made his way into a stall, locking the door behind him and sitting on the toilet with a squish.

He brought his hooves to either side of his tented pull-up.

Part of him felt conflicted on what he was about to do, but another part of him was urging him to begin.

He began to rub his tented pull-up up and down with his hooves.

It felt so good! Better then the inside of any of the mares he’d been with.

As he rubbed himself, he could see images of himself in his mind wetting his pull-up in front of everypony as they watched and laughed.

He found the thought so erotic, himself looking like a little filly in front of everypony in his wet pull-up.

It wasn’t long before the thought sent him over the edge and he came, spurting ropes of cum into his pull-up.

Thunderlane laid back on the toilet as he caught his breathe, coming down from the greatest orgasm he’d ever had in his life.

He soon regained his composure, pulling off his now wetter pull-up, disposing of it in the trash can, using wet paper towels to clean himself up, pulling another pull-up on from his saddle bag, and putting his shorts back on.

He left the bathroom and began to head towards home. The sun was just starting to set which meant the park was closing anyway.

As he walked he tried not to think about what he’d just done.

He felt like a naughty little filly for doing what he’d done.

He’d never had feelings like that before. He knew it was really wrong but, boy did it feel good.

He’d be lying if he didn’t want to experience a rush like that again.

Before long he was home and found the zebra waiting there for him.

It was so nice that she offered to bring him his medicine right to his house.

He was half tempted to tell her he didn’t need it today, having missed most of his drills and skipping the gym, but his body still did ache a bit from playing.

After their typical greeting and exchange Thunderlane soon found himself under Zecora’s spell again, listening intently to her every word.

“If you’ll kindly let me in, your next lesson can begin.” Said Zecora.

Thunderlane did as she asked and walked inside, stopping when they got into the living room.

She looked at his shorts knowingly before pulling them down, revealing his pull-up to her emerald eyes.

She smiled before going back to Thunderlane and continuing her trance.

“Being three filled you with glee, but age of two is the new you. Quite fussy about simple things, for your mouth some teething rings. Waiting and choices you will struggle, plushies you will love to cuddle. Reason you’ll no longer know, your impulses will only grow. Make believe you’ll love the best, most words now hard to express. Sippy cups, binkies, wet with your drool, your pull-ups soaked like in preschool. From them your hooves must stay away, except when filly wants naughty play. You’ll stay here until I return, tomorrow you’ll have more to learn.”

As Zecora finished her commands she made preparations for tomorrow.

She had Thunderlane write a note saying he was sick and would be out from practice for a few days until he was better.

She then sent him to bed and began preparing things for tomorrow, clearing out the living room to make space so it’d be perfect for Thunderlane to play in.

She littered the floor with lots of colorful and simple toys a two year old toddler would love, along with a large sippy cup for the little pony to drink throughout the day.

Satisfied with her work, she grabbed Thunderlane’s house key and left, locking the door behind her.

Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.