Author's Note
(WARNING!: Make no mistake this IS a padded pony fic! And as such as it will contain content that some readers will find disturbing! If you are uncomfortable with the idea of ponies in diapers, please click elsewhere and DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT READ!
For those who choose to stay, expect to see the following:
Diapers - Heavy
Ageplay - Heavy
AB/DL Themes - Medium to Heavy
Diaper Usage (Wetting) - Medium
Implied Diaper Usage (Wetting and Messing) - Light)
Given how the unofficial sequel ended, I just had to write an unofficial sequel involving Octavia going with Vinyl to the club. I'd strongly recommend you read the unofficial prequels first to at least get a better idea of everything, including how the club operates.
House Rules
"You really sure you wanna do this?" Vinyl asked Octavia while somewhat hesitantly adjusting her shades and packing her records. She still wasn't entirely sure she should be doing this. Yes, her two nights at The Fountain of Youth had seen her taking home a lot more pay than the dj normally got for her other gigs. And the second night had been nowhere near as bad as the first. But both nights had still seen her diapered up, even if everypony in the club also wore diapers. And now she was going to be bringing along a guest? Not just any guest but her own roommate and one of the few ponies who knew her outside her djing career?
Octavia put a hoof on Vinyl's shoulders. She could tell just from looking how anxious her friend and fellow musician was. And it took a lot to get Vinyl unnerved. "If I wasn't, don't you think I would've said something about now?" She replied with a light scold. "I can tell this is obviously still uncomfortable for you. But everypony at the club loves you. And you can't forget that unicorn you saved. After hearing about all of that, how could I not feel curious enough to check it out for myself? It's not like I don't already know what it involves."
Vinyl's face began to turn red from embarrassment. "Y-yeah. But still..." Her lips started to quiver. "You... in a diaper..."
Octavia seemed to adopt a rather cheeky grin as she responded. "What's the big deal? It's just a diaper. Obviously, everypony who goes to that club wears them. It's not like I haven't stepped out of my comfort zone before for your sake," And then she teased. "Or are you afraid of something else? Are you afraid that I might actually like it and start swinging by to visit you. What was that nickname they gave you? 'DJ Pamps' was it?"
The unicorn all but jumped! Her face turned even redder as the blush deepened. "Octy, don't you start calling me that too! It's embarrassing enough all those club goers do. Nopony will ever take me seriously if I start going by 'DJ Pamps'."
"I think it's a rather adorable nickname," Octavia cooed. "You really should lighten up, Vinyl. You're always the one telling me I need to stop being so tight. Isn't it time you heeded your own advice?"
"Well... yeah... but..." Vinyl tried to think of a good counter argument, but she couldn't.
The cello player sincerely smiled as she stood next to her friend. "Then stop worrying. I'm doing this as a friend. I want you to stop being so self conscious about this. I don't think any less of you for any of what your new gig involves, and I'm quite sure nopony at that club does either."
After sighing and taking a deep breath, Vinyl reluctantly realized that Octavia was right. Besides, she'd already gone ahead and told Pacific she was not only coming but was bringing a guest. It'd be rude to back out now. "A-alright," She finished packing her records and zipped the bag shut. "Let's get going, don't wanna be late. I mean, it's not far from where we are or anything. But since it's your first time... nothing wrong with being a little early just in case."
Octavia nodded, taking her hoof into Vinyl's. "Please lead the way. The night is young."
So the two musicians stepped out into the Manehattan night. The Fountain of Youth was but a short walk away. And Vinyl was quite certain that her third gig at the club was going to be just as unforgettable as her first two.
At least this time Vinyl wasn't gonna be the only musician wearing diapers. And she hadn't told Octavia about the club's lack of bathrooms. Octavia was going to be in for a big surprise!
Soon, the dj was using her magic to push open the door that led to the underground club. "Not too late to change your mind you know." She suggested to Octavia.
Octavia would hear nothing of it. "My mind was made up a long time ago, Vinyl. I know what I'm getting into. I'm quite curious to see what this club looks like."
"Thinking of scheduling a performance here?" Vinyl teased.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Octavia firmly replied as she shut down the taunt with the greatest of ease. It was like nothing could phase her.
But Vinyl had a plan to change all of that. "You're definitely not going to forget tonight, Octavia." She thought with a sly grin.
Pacific was on the other side of the door, her pacifier dangling freely from the string around her neck. "Ah, Vinyl," She greeted with a smile, pulling the unicorn into a hug. "Seriously, I can't thank you enough for what you've done for this club! Ever since you saved that unicorn, word of mouth has been spreading. Now everypony who's anypony who likes to feel young and free knows that The Fountain of Youth is the place to be. Business has booming, and all the club patrons can't stop raving about you."
"Sounds like DJ Pamps is even more popular around here than I thought." Octavia said with a giggle.
Pacific then turned her attention to Octavia. "I take it you're the VIP Vinyl wrote to me about?"
Octavia nodded without hesitation. She didn't seem bothered in the least by the pacifier Pacific was wearing, almost as if she'd seen it before. "Indeed I am, and I happen to be her roommate as well:" She extended a hoof. "Octavia Melody, pleased to meet you, Miss..."
"Pacific Glow," Pacific introduced herself as she readily shook Octavia's hoof. "Can't believe Vinyl hasn't told me about you yet."
"There's a good reason for that!" The soon to be padded DJ thought to herself.
"Well, after hearing about what Vinyl did last night and seeing as you're paying her quite well, I simply had to come and see your club for myself," Octavia insisted. "It is your club, is it not?"
Pacific nodded her head. "You bet it is! It was my dream, a chance for other ponies to indulge and be free. To get in touch with their inner little selves," She then blushed a bit. "Gosh, having a famous cello player like yourself for a VIP? I can't help but feel unprepared. The club hasn't been open for very long, Vinyl's only the second pony I've met who hasn't quit on me after just one night. We've never had a VIP before."
"I suppose I'll have to be the first, then." Octavia declared without hesitation as she trotted into the back room. Her eyes quickly observed and took in all the details of her surroundings. There was a well worn couch that had to be at least second-hoof (if not third-hoof) if the marks on the red covering were any indication. And near it, in the center of the room was a mini-fridge (no doubt containing baby bottles, Octavia assumed). An unlit closet wasn't too far away, no doubt filled with all kinds of foalish outfits.
There was also a door next to some vinyl records and a spare amp. But what really commanded attention was the bright blue, massive plastic changing table. And beneath it were several large drawers, the bottom one overflowing with tightly packed packages of diapers like the one Pacific was currently wearing.
It was fair to assume the actual club was probably just as foalish in design as this back room. It definitely was the strangest club Octavia had ever been to, and she'd been to her fair share of them with Vinyl when the unicorn was "between jobs" (looking for employment was more like it).
Pacific twirled her pacifier on its string, taking notice of the absent minded glances Octavia was giving and the rather smug grin forming on Vinyl's face. That told her more than words about how little her first VIP knew about the club. She'd obviously pieced together some information from Vinyl, but Vinyl hadn't told her everything. "We're honored to have you. We've got a fully stocked bar, a comfortable lounge back here if you need to rest, and of course a most excellent dj in Vinyl here." She said to Octavia.
Octavia smiled, though it looked like she was trying hard not to giggle. "Well, there's no sense in beating around the bush. Obviously there's a bit of a 'dress code' as it were for this club."
"Indeed there is," Pacific commented as she could see Vinyl already making her way over to the changing table to get "dressed up" before her gig. "Give me a moment to get Vinyl all set, and then we can discuss your new wardrobe."
Vinyl grumbled even though she knew what was coming. She lay down on the changing table as best she could, soon watching as Pacific trotted over to her with the thickest diaper anypony had ever seen. "Come on, Pacific! You don't need to give me something so... so..." The dj struggled to think of what word to best use before finally settling on "Poofy."
The mare only shook a hoof like she was scolding a child. Heck, the tone of voice she used sounded almost like a parent lecturing their foal for doing something wrong. "This is the most absorbent brand we've got, Vinyl. You've really soaked your pampers the two times you've been here. You haven't leaked yet, but you've certainly come close. I'm just taking precautions, that's all. Maybe if you can control yourself, I won't have to use these extra absorbent diapers. Now hold still."
The unicorn just gazed up at the ceiling. She knew Octavia was getting a kick out of this. She could soon feel her tail being threaded through a hole as the thick padding was pulled into place. Then she was helped up, allowed to inspect the damage. Just as she feared, her legs were pushed apart even more than they were normally. Just walking around was going to be a chore. Still, Vinyl took some solace in the fact that Octavia was probably going to wear something just as thick.
"Now for your onesie," Pacific cooed as she turned toward the closet. "What should we get you this time, Vinyl?"
But Vinyl blushed and bit her cheek. "A-actually, that won't be necessary. I'm..." She swallowed hard. "Okay with just the diaper." "At least Octy has to wear one too." She thought, taking some solace in that fact.
"Well, if you're sure," The pacifier wearing earth pony insisted as she helped her temporary charge to stand. "But if you ever change your mind, just give a holler."
As Vinyl clumsily waddled her way towards the only other door in the room, she turned back to look at Octavia as Pacific eyed the VIP.
"Is there something wrong?" Octavia inquired as she noticed the unusual expression on Pacific's face.
"Oh no," Pacific quickly replied. "It's just... well..."
"Well what?" Octavia innocently asked. "Don't tell me you don't have any diapers in my size. I would think a club like this has diapers to fit anypony, even an alicorn princess."
Pacific began to "glow" as she sheepishly confessed. "It's funny you should mention that, Octavia. As a matter of fact, we do have diapers that big. My bartender suggested we try out this 'Super Royal Deluxe Padding' that the store we get all our supplies from makes. We weren't sure who Vinyl was bringing, so I went ahead and ordered the special and... well, why don't you see for yourself?" She reached into the bottom most drawer of the changing table and pulled out a package so massive it was a miracle it had fit into the drawer at all.
Vinyl's jaw dropped wide open in shock! And her eyes grew wide as she lifted her shades just to make sure she wasn't seeing things! A jumbo sized lime green package was placed upon the floor! It had already been ripped open a little, as a few equally huge diapers poked out from it. But these weren't a plain white in color like the ones Vinyl was used to seeing. They had hues of yellow, blue and pink that looked like they'd been splashed and painted on with no thought to any kind of pattern. Little suns, moons, crystal hearts and six pointed stars were printed all over them, even on the tabs.
Octavia gulped a bit. "That's padding fit for a princess."
"I know, that's what it said on the box," Pacific replied as she managed to somehow grasp the edge of one of the massive diapers and pull it out, clumsily unfolding it. "But it also says they can fit anypony. It's a one size fits all," She then apologized. "I'm terribly sorry. Had I known it was you that was coming, I would've gotten something a bit more suitable. But I already paid for them."
"I see, quite the dilemma," Octavia noted. "Still, they were intended for a VIP, and I am a VIP."
"You sure? I could get you some of Vinyl's diapers, we've got tons of those." Pacific suggested.
"The VIP deserves only the best, doesn't she?" Octavia suggested. "As big as those pampers are, I'm sure I could fit into them with a little bit of adjusting." And she proceeded to lay down on the changing table, spreading her legs outward as she tried to mimic the position and posture she'd seen Vinyl take on just minutes earlier.
The pacifier wearing pony simply took a deep breath. This was the first time Vinyl had ever seen her unsure of something. "Well, alright then. Try to hold still. The first time's always the hardest."
Octavia playfully teased. "So I've heard." Then she lay as still as a statue, taking in the slow and subtle movements as what had to be the biggest diaper in all of Equestria was slipped under her rump. After a fair bit of fumbling, she felt it be secured to her rear almost like she had a massive pillow tied to her butt. Just standing up was quite a challenge, but somehow she managed.
Suddenly, there was a faint glow of magic that emanated from the diaper! When it had faded, the diaper had shrunk in size considerably, now hugging Octavia's rear tightly (and looking only slightly bigger than Vinyl's). The box hadn't been lying, one size really did fit all. It must've been designed and enchanted to automatically adjust itself to the size of its wearer, so it could be as small or as big as it needed to be.
"All set?" Pacific asked as her confidence returned.
"I think so," Octavia nodded as she looked to Vinyl. "What about you, Vinyl?"
It took a moment for Vinyl to come back to reality after having her gaze transfixed on those magical alicorn sized diapers. There was no way a plain old foal store could carry something like that, that seemed like something had to be specifically made. But who could've possibly wanted magical, size changing diapers?
Well, those were thoughts for another time and place as the soon to be DJing unicorn lowered her shades back onto her face. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm totally fine. Just, you know, make sure you don't get those mixed in with the other diapers."
"Or maybe you could start offering up the experience to those willing to pay a little extra," Octavia suggested. "Just a thought. I imagine quite a few of this club's attendees might become curious about my attire."
"I'll keep that in mind," Pacific confirmed with a nod. "Now you two go on ahead and have a good time," And to Vinyl she added. "Let me know if anything comes up. I doubt we'll see a repeat of that incident, but you just never know." Then she waddled away as the two musicians went through the door that led into the club proper.
Within seconds of walking through the door (with a little bit of difficulty due to her diaper), Octavia's eyes beheld a sight that surpassed even her wild assumptions about what The Fountain of Youth was like!
There was a pale, pink carpet that covered the entire floor. It was so soft it seemed like it was a struggle to just keep one's hooves from sinking into it. Off to the left wall was a pile of stuffed animals in all sorts of sizes, though some lay clumsily scattered about the floor with little thought or concern. The walls themselves were covered with pink and white striped wallpaper, with red hearts that really gave the whole place the feel of a giant nursery.
And that feel was only further complimented by what lay at the back corner, tucked away out of sight of the main dance floor (but still visible from almost anywhere else in the club): There lay some brightly colored mats that rested next to a wooden supply chest and two trash cans. That left little doubt as to what that small space was for, especially given the lack of signs indicating a bathroom.
At the other end of the club from that changing area (but still on the same side) was a bar. A bar that at first glance looked like any other bar, complete with a polished wooden table, shelves of alcoholic (and some non-alcoholic) beverages and even taps. But if one were to look closer, they would see that the bar was walled off on either side by what seemed like mesh netting, which served to make the bar look more like a giant playpen. And there were five high chairs instead of the usual bar stools.
The show-stopper though (at least in Octavia's mind) was the back center of the club. That was where the club's DJ was obviously supposed to stand while on duty, and the equipment there left no doubts that indeed they were meant to be used by a DJ. It all looked surprisingly hi-tech too, even if it was surrounded by large pink bars that served to turn the stand into a make-shift crib. That even played to how everything was set up. As a musician, Octavia knew a thing or two about soundwaves and feedback. And although she wasn't a DJ, she could tell just by looking at the subwoofers that they'd been positioned in a way to provide as little feedback as possible to the one operating the turntable.
"So, this totally blow your mind or what, Octy?" Vinyl asked her fellow padded mare as the two made their way in silence towards the back, Vinyl still lugging her records behind her with her magic.
"I was expecting the club to look 'foalish'," Octavia commented in almost disbelief. "But I never imagined it was this immersive. The attention to detail is astonishing! It really is a baby club."
Vinyl groaned and growled. "I thought I told you to stop calling it that!"
Octavia immediately insisted. "I mean that in a good way, Vinyl. It's like the kind of a club an actual foal would design. A big foal at that. It's a very unusual kind of design choice, but it seems to work wonders for the intended clientele."
"Whatever," Vinyl retorted as she made her way over to the turntable. "Just don't get any ideas about telling anypony about any of this."
The earth pony mare winked. "Vinyl, how long have we been living together?"
"Don't know," The dj shrugged her shoulders. "Reckon it's been a few years now."
Octavia was quick with the retort. "And in that time, have I ever once blabbed about any of your embarrassing secrets to anypony?"
Vinyl let out a sigh, she already knew the answer. "No."
"Exactly!" Octavia firmly declared. "Why would this be any different? This will just be our little secret," She then looked at the bars. "Do you need help climbing over those, Vinyl?"
The unicorn mare immediately insisted. "No. I can manage just fine on my own, thank you!" She proceeded to rather clumsily lift herself over the bars, only managing to get into the center and reach the turntable by falling over the other side. Fortunately, she landed butt first and her thick padding cushioned the blow.
Octavia couldn't help but let out a laugh at her friend's small burst of misfortune. "Whoopsie-daisy!" She giggled almost like a little school filly. "Did Vinyl go boom boom?"
"Octy, shut up!" Vinyl tried to respond in a serious tone of voice, but it sounded more like a whine as she slowly stumbled to her hooves and hoisted herself upright.
Another laugh soon drew the attention of both mares. "It's your third night here and you still haven't figured out how to get over the bars without making a fool of yourself? Really, Vinyl, at this point why not just swallow your pride and accept help?"
The owner of said voice soon revealed itself as it waddled over in a thick diaper of its very own (though nowhere near as thick as Octavia's or Vinyl's). Standing before the two padded musicians was an earth pony mare of medium build. She had a light grayish mulberry purple coat, a raspberry colored shaggy mane and tail, eyes an only slightly darker shade of that same raspberry color, and a cutie mark that managed to poke through her diaper. The mark displayed grapes and a strawberry.
Octavia eyed the newcomer, unsure of what to say. "Who might you be?"
The raspberry colored earth pony replied and identified herself. "Berry Punch. I'm the bartender here, the first one to boot. Pacific hired me the night she opened The Fountain of Youth."
"And you're okay with all of this?" Octavia questioned as she gestured a hoof.
Berry nodded. "Yeah. I mean, it was a lot to take in first. But the pay was really good so I figured it was worth sticking around. Even the diapers weren't bad," She added. "Beats having to go toilet hunting when there's at least half a dozen or so other ponies all battling it out for the same thing at other clubs," Then she took a minute and composed herself. "So, can I get anything for you? Either of you?"
"You know me, Berry," Vinyl insisted as she set up her first record on the turntable. "A beer as soon as you can brew one."
"Already?" Berry half questioned/half teased. "You know you're only allowed one at most. Don't want anymore accidents like the one you had on your first night. I was surprised you didn't let Pacific change you before you went home."
The DJ's face flushed completely red! "Berry, I told you not to tell anypony about that! It was just the one time!"
Octavia only grinned. "I already figured as much when you stumbled home that night, Vinyl. Never did I imagine you would do something like that. But I guess that is what a foal would do."
Vinyl Scratch just groaned. "I'm not talking about it anymore," And to Berry she insisted. "Just get me that beer, okay? Oh, and fyi, Octy here's the VIP. Might wanna get her a few drinks on the house, or at least half priced." And she turned to her music, all set and ready for another night at the club.
Octavia, however, insisted to Berry Punch. "I'm quite fine for now, thank you. But I might waddle up to the bar later on for some refreshment."
"Very well then," Berry replied as she waddled to the bar. "Hope you'll enjoy seeing DJ Pamps in her element. Now that ponies know she's sticking around for the long term, I think we're gonna have a full house tonight."
Author's Note
The "Sinking Celestia" idea comes from the other unofficial sequel to the original, in this case Nights to Rave About by bright foal. I also tossed in a nod to Photo Shoot by Nido_King.
And I couldn't resist throwing in a sequel hook. After all, the first two fics had open endings. If anyone wants to run with that hook, you're more than welcome to do so.
Dubstep and Diapers
While Vinyl waited impatiently for Berry Punch to bring her her beer, the padded dj quickly opened her saddlebag containing all her records. Quick as a flash, she found the one she wanted to open up her gig with and floated it over to the turntable. Pretty soon, loud music was blaring through the club and Vinyl Scratch appeared to be more or less in her element.
Octavia smiled at seeing her friend take so well to all of this. She knew it couldn't have been easy. It was certainly hard for the cello player not to give thought to the extremely thick padding beneath her. And it reminded her of its presence with every step she took, the loud music doing nothing to drown out the subtle sounds of crinkles.
But Octavia had to admit that her friend and fellow musician looked awfully cute in diapers. "It's too bad there's no way I'd ever be able to convince her to wear one around the house," She thought to herself. "Vinyl is such a cute baby," Then she blushed. "Although, she's not the only one who can rock the pampers look."
Then the earth pony's thoughts were interrupted as the sound of hoofsteps rapidly filled the club. Almost as if by magic, ponies from all trots of life came strolling into the club. Every single one of them wore diapers, and Octavia was quite surprised at the variety she saw. Hers was not the only diaper to have a custom design. In fact, the club goers wearing just plain white diapers seemed to be in the minority. Most were wearing colorful prints with all kinds of foalish designs, and in many hues of pink, blue, yellow and even sometimes green or purple. Did they all get them from Pacific, or was there an entire underground market for big foals that manufactured them?
Well, those were thoughts for another time and place. Octavia didn't really care who saw her like this, chances were that the ponies coming here were not the kind to disclose their personal lives so easily. Down here though, they could be themselves with no fear of judgment. Most likely they would assume she was just like them.
Realizing that she must look quite silly standing around in the middle of the club with nothing to do, Octavia steadied herself, took a deep breath and waddled her way onto the dance floor. She'd never done any sort of dancing before, she was always a performer by nature and trade. She was content to watch others dance to her music, or to any kind of music in general.
But that was then and this was now. The cello player kept her trained eyes on the other stallions and mares that surrounded her. There seemed to be no rhythm or reason behind their movements. They swayed, shook about and even bounced without bothering to time their actions to the beat. Even the change of music brought about by the second song did nothing to change the dance movements that could best be described as freestyle. If they didn't care about how they danced then neither would she.
Octavia slowly moved her body, one way and then another without much thought put into it. As she did it she could feel herself letting go, her mind telling her that this was acceptable and nopony was going to bat an eye. Still, she found it difficult to maintain her balance, and more than once she felt her legs betray her and send her tumbling to the floor. Thank goodness it was so soft.
"Honestly, they make it look so easy," Octavia thought with a pang of jealousy. "And some of them have to be wearing diapers as thick as mine, if not thicker! Heck, even Vinyl could stumble home in them no problem even after she'd used them." However, it seemed the only way she was going to learn was through lots of practice, lots of trial and error.
The mare was snapped out of her ponderings as she saw Berry Punch waddling up to the bars that surrounded Vinyl's turntable, carrying what was obviously a beer in a baby bottle. An interesting choice, but it definitely fit the club's theme.
"About time!" Vinyl exclaimed above the music and the chorus of crinkles on the dance floor. She readily accepted the drink with her magic, not even seeming to care about what it was being served in.
Berry just winked. "Remember, Vinyl, it's your only beer of the night. Try not to chug it down."
Vinyl simply replied. "No promises." But Octavia did notice that her friend didn't immediately move to place the baby bottle's rubber nipple against her lips.
Hopefully, a drunken Vinyl would not need escorting home by Octavia when the night was over and the gig ended.
Just after Berry Punch returned to the bar, and just as Vinyl's second song was about to end, Octavia happened to notice a cream colored unicorn mare nervously entering the club at the other end of the room. Come to think of it, that unicorn looked oddly familiar, especially with that black sweater she wore that didn't even cover up the thick diaper she was wearing (a plain white one at that).
As Octavia stood there in silent pondering, wondering where she had seen this unicorn before, the music unexpectedly stopped. Was something wrong?
"Hey, everypony," Vinyl's voice reverberated throughout the entirety of the club. "DJ..." She seemed to pause and stutter a bit. "P-Pamps here. Just wanted to, you know, give a little shout out to a very special guest. She's coming back despite what happened last time she was here. So let's all give a big Fountain of Youth welcome to Moondancer! Gotta hoof it to ya, girl! You certainly know how to party!"
The unicorn now identified as Moondancer let out an eep! Before she could even think of making a run for the exit though, she was practically swarmed over by the other club patrons and they all ushered her towards the dance floor in front of Vinyl's crib like turntable.
"Come on, Moondancer," Vinyl continued to speak. "There's no need to be shy. Everypony's just here to have a good time. Don't be ashamed, we're all wearing diapers. It's in the dress code and everything. So forget about your troubles and just let yourself go, get into the experience. DJ Pamps wants to see all her guests enjoy themselves after all." Then, doing her best to hide a raging blush, the unicorn switched on a new record and then went straight for her baby bottle full of beer.
If Octavia hadn't heard it herself she would never have believed it. Vinyl rarely spoke when she was djing. In fact, she rarely spoke at all to anypony besides Octavia. For her to not only do so but to take up her new stage name within the club for the sake of Moondancer, it was surprising to say the least. But surprising in a good way. "This club is working wonders for Vinyl," She thought to herself as she went back to dancing for a little bit. "I can't think of any other club that's been this welcoming to her."
Yet as the dancing continued and the music continued to play almost non-stop, Octavia found herself beginning to grow thirsty. That bar was beginning to look quite appealing right about now, and it seemed a few other padded ponies were already there given how three of the five highchairs were currently occupied.
So the padded cello player waddled towards the bar as best she could. She was slowly but surely beginning to learn how to walk about and dance in diapers, it required a good deal of concentration and thought out actions but it was doable. Hopefully she could eventually learn how to do it subconsciously, without needing to think about where her hooves should go or how much weight to balance where.
It took a great deal of effort for the mare to climb into one of the unoccupied highchairs. Somehow, though, she managed. Once satisfied that she was in a suitable seating position, she re-latched her highchair bar and sat down. As she did so her diaper compressed and gave off a chorus of crinkles, to the point where her rear almost sank right into the seat of the padding.
Berry Punch was at Octavia's side in a heartbeat. "Finally ready to order some drinks, are we?" She asked her newest customer.
"I... guess so," Octavia replied in uncertainty. As she was unfamiliar with the bar she wasn't sure what they offered. And she also realized she hadn't brought a purse or saddlebag of any kind, she had no bits on hoof for payment. "I'm terribly sorry, though. I'm afraid you'll have to 'put it on my tab' as it were, I haven't any money."
Berry just giggled. "Hey, it's okay. First timers get drinks on the house. Besides, you're a VIP. And with how many other paying customers I've got tonight, I'm sure Pacific won't mind me serving you for free. DJ Pamps has done wonders for this place, every night now we're up to our necks in customers. Ponies come from far and wide now. Heck, we've even had some non-ponies curious enough to give this place a shot. And every single one of 'em's left one hundred percent satisfied."
Octavia had to resist the urge to gasp as her eyes widened ever so slightly! "My goodness! I never knew Vinyl was this popular with the crowd. No wonder you're paying her so well."
Berry nodded to her fellow earth pony. "Indeed. But just like it is with me, I hope Vinyl eventually starts coming back just for the sake of pleasing the customers. The paycheck's just a nice bonus," She then cleared her throat. "So, what can I get you?"
"Well, what do you have?" The padded cello player inquired. "You serve beer, obviously. But are there any specialty drinks offered at this bar?"
"Not at the moment," Berry Punch readily admitted. "I'm still working on that. There's one drink concoction I've been particularly fond of working on in my spare time: The Sinking Celestia."
Octavia gulped. "That sounds rather potent. Better make sure Vinyl doesn't get into it. Don't need her stumbling home in a mess every night. Once was more than enough."
The bartender giggled. "It's not even finished yet. And don't worry, Vinyl's never getting into it on my watch. Plain beer is almost more than she can handle."
"At least she's got a portable toilet in case of leaks," Octavia teased before seeing fit to say. "I suppose I'll just have a beer too. I assume you don't put anything special into it?"
"Nope, not even formula," Berry replied. "Tried it once and it turned out pretty bad. It takes a lot to make me hate a beer, but that mix did the trick," She made a gag face and wrote down the order on a small notepad. "One beer coming right up. Hope you don't mind baby bottles, it's either that or sippy cups." Then she trotted away to tend to the taps.
As Octavia sat there and waited for her drink, she was surprised to see the highchair off to her left (and the only one not yet occupied) become filled. And it wasn't just any pony who was sitting down in it. It was that sweater wearing unicorn, Moondancer. She still seemed a bit uneasy and unsure of herself if the troubled expression upon her face was any indication.
Despite not really knowing the unicorn that well, something inside of Octavia stirred and she leaned over in her own highchair to talk to Moondancer. "Well hello there. Moondancer, was it? I remember now, you're that unicorn Vinyl saved on her second night here."
Moondancer looked down at the floor, not seeming particularly interested in a conversation as she sighed. "Yeah. It was really stupid of me. I don't even know why I came back here. It's like something in me keeps luring me back."
Octavia wasn't satisfied with this non-committal small talk. Even though she didn't work at this club she still didn't want to see anypony who came here having a bad time. She tried to prod a little deeper. "It doesn't seem like there's anypony here who's judging you for it. Vinyl certainly seems to think you should enjoy yourself, and I have to agree with her."
Moondancer looked up ever so slightly and very slowly. "It's nice that she cares. I'm grateful to her for what she did. But it was still pretty stupid of me to try something so advanced," Still, she sighed. "I think it was even dumber of me to come here in the first place. When it was just inside the comfort of my own home it was one thing, but now..."
The padded cello player simply commented. "Oh I know, it's always a risk to commit to things like this. To show off another side of yourself. Vinyl felt much the same way after her first night. She didn't want anything to do with this place, let alone the diapers. But she decided to come back, and I can tell that she's slowly but surely getting used to it."
The unicorn lifted her head all the way, taking notice of what her eyes were observing: Octavia Melody of all ponies was sitting in the highchair next to her, decked out in nothing but an extraordinarily thick and lavishly decorated diaper (which put Moondancer's plain white one to shame). Octavia seemed like the last pony you would ever expect to find in a place like The Fountain of Youth. She'd always been seen at fancy gatherings and lavish balls, not clubs and certainly not a club such as this meant for a very specific clientele. And yet here the famed cello player was in all her glory, seemingly without a care in the world as to who might see her.
Octavia took notice of the curious expression on Moondancer's face and grinned. "I know what you're thinking: What would a pony like me ever be caught doing in a baby club like this? Well, for one thing, the DJ here is my best friend and my roommate. Even I wouldn't have known about this place had Vinyl not signed up to perform here. And despite all she's done in the two times previous she's been here, I can tell she's still far from certain. Oh sure, she can put on an act with the best of them. Just by looking at her at the turntable you'd never guess she was having the same insecurities you're probably having right now."
"Definitely could've fooled me. She sounded so confident and sure of herself back there," Moondancer commented with a sigh of longing. "I wish I could be like her when she's up there, playing the music and watching the dancers do their thing. I wish I had that kind of confidence. I've been trying to work on my self-esteem ever since I patched things up with an old friend, but it hasn't been easy."
The earth pony nodded in reassurance. "It never is. But it obviously took a lot of courage to come here and show off this side of you, even just to the club. So why do you worry so much? At least while you're here you should leave all those big ponies worries behind, let them just float away. You're here to have a good time and that should be all that matters."
Moondancer was silent for a moment, taking in not just what Octavia had said to her, but also Vinyl's words of encouragement from earlier and from that thank you visit a few days back. She gazed out at the dance floor, watching as other ponies danced about without a care in the world, and stopping only to come up to the bar for a drink or waddle over to the changing stations for obvious reasons.
The silence was interrupted only briefly as Berry Punch showed up, balancing a drink tray on her snout. Upon the tray was a single baby bottle filled to the brim with beer.
Not a word was spoken as Octavia readily accepted the bottle and placed it on the tray of her high chair. Then she took it into her hooves and carefully pressed the bottle's rubber nipple to her lips the same way she'd seen Vinyl do it. She was rewarded for her efforts as the taste of cool liquid reached her parched throat, and she happily suckled down several drops before setting the still half full bottle back down.
Moondancer was surprised at how easy Octavia had made the whole thing seem. It was as if she'd done it all before.
"May I ask what it was that drew you to this... interest?" The cello player questioned.
The unicorn put a hoof to her chin, deep in thought. "I don't really know. It just nagged at the back of my mind and refused to go away. Eventually, I got curious and had to try it. I was so sure I'd hate it, I thought I was too old to have an interest in foalish things: Especially diapers. But after trying it out for the first time something just clicked, it was like a part of me was missing all along and I never knew what it was until then. After that, I started indulging more often, always in the privacy of my own home. I even found out about these adult foal magazines and started subscribing to them," She then recalled a moment that had stuck with her. "Imagine my surprise when I found one of my friends on the cover."
"And did you tell them about it?" The earth pony pressed for more details.
Moondancer nervously answered. "No. I thought about it but I couldn't bring myself to do so, not even when we were alone and could've discussed anything without being overheard," She kicked about, not really caring that she had nothing to kick and all she was really doing was making her padding crinkle all the louder. "A part of me wishes that I had though, just so I had somepony else I could share it all with. I don't even really know how it was I learned about this club, I think I just stumbled across it by accident and one thing led to another."
Octavia took it all in without saying a word.
Moondancer leaned back in her own highchair. "Well, I guess that's about as good an answer I can give as any. I just wish I could be more sure of myself, the way everypony else seems to be."
"I'd say you're already quite sure of yourself if you're coming back after everything that happened," Octavia commented at last. "Just let the night be your guide and go wherever it takes you. Nopony here's judging you, certainly not me and certainly not Vinyl," Then she got an idea. "In fact, why don't we forget about drinks and have a dance or two to really work up a thirst?"
"But I'm not much of a dancer!" Moondancer protested.
Octavia giggled. "Neither am I, certainly not in such thick undergarments as these," She gestured briefly to her padding. "But as they say: It takes two to tango. I'm sure we can both learn as we go."
The two padded mares made quite the sight on the dance floor. Their awkward movements stood out even amongst the lack of direction or rhythm from the other club patrons that currently danced about.
Vinyl Scratch couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she watched Octavia clearly stumble and trip while dancing with Moondancer. It helped take her mind off her own troubles, especially since she was trying oh so hard not to drink down her only beer of the night so quickly. And she'd already half depleted the bottle in only six songs, nowhere close to being done for the night.
And to think, Octavia wasn't even drunk like Vinyl usually was by this time of night. Yet she was dancing in so clumsy a fashion that you'd think she was.
Vinyl laughed to herself so much that she hardly even noticed the faint hissing sound coming from beneath her. Without even a second of hesitation her floodgates had opened, her padding readily absorbing the small stream as if it were nothing.
Oh well, at least the DJ could take some solace in the fact that she wasn't going to be the only one in need of a change by the time this was night over. She had left a particularly important fact about the club, though she was sure Octavia had probably already figured it out just by looking around the place. And if not... well, she'd figure it out soon enough.
"Goodness, Vinyl," A familiar teasing voice interrupted. "You peed yourself already? That beer goes right through you, doesn't it?"
Vinyl spun around to see Berry Punch approaching her with a goofy grin on her face. "Aw come on, I'm not that wet and you know it. I haven't even finished my bottle yet, still got about half way to go."
Berry just made a tsking motion with her hooves. "Well, just be sure to put on a long song before you slip away to get changed." And she departed as quickly as she had arrived.
Vinyl Scratch let out a humph. "That Berry. Who does she think she is lecturing me about drinks and wetting? So I like beer, so what? It's not my fault there are no toilets in this place." Oh well, it hardly mattered. A quick inspection of her diaper told the DJing unicorn that she could most definitely finish the bottle without worry. Her diaper wasn't even close to leaking yet, and neither would she have to worry about getting a rash. So she just continued to put on record after record to keep the crowd going.
As for Octavia, she danced until she was quite certain Moondancer had loosened up and let her worries fade away. Then, satisfied with the results, she waddled back to the bar to finish her drink. In fact, she was so thirsty she accepted a refill without hesitation, and chugged that down in the blink of an eye! Usually, she cared not for the taste of beer, especially the cheap brands. She was more of a fine wine pony herself. But perhaps because she was so thirsty, or perhaps because of the way the beer was brewed here, it tasted so sweet on her lips and tongue.
"Wow! That was fast!" Berry Punch exclaimed when she came by Octavia's highchair again. "Never expected you to finish two beers before Vinyl's finished her first. At this rate, I think she might have to escort you home tonight."
The cello mare giggled. "Oh, shove off!"
Berry then inquired of the VIP. "Either way, I suppose you're on tap for a third?"
But Octavia shook her head. "Oh no, two is more than enough for me for now. Now it's back to the dance floor to shake my padded plot," She unlatched her highchair bar and got down, hardly showing the signs of a pony who'd just drunk almost two whole beers in one sitting. But the mare had hardly taken a step forward when a familiar sensation started to make itself known. It took the form of a subtle twinge in her bladder, so subtle it was almost unnoticed. Almost. With a somewhat troubled expression she turned back to the bar and to Berry. "I assume there are no toilets around here?"
The bartender nodded in firm confirmation. "Afraid not, aside from the one you're wearing of course. That's why we have the changing stations, they aren't just for show you know."
Unknown to Octavia, her dilemma was being observed by Vinyl, who was rather curious to see what her friend's reaction would be. "Come on, Octy!" She silently encouraged. "Let's see how much of a foal you really are!"
If the padded cello pony was at all troubled by her confirmation of the obvious, she didn't show it outwardly. Instead, she just sighed and swished her tail as she relaxed. If one listened closely they probably would've heard a hissing sound as Octavia's padding began to swell up while her bladder emptied itself, until slowly but surely it stopped. Imagine her surprise when the padding underneath her absorbed every last drop of her "accident" as if it had never happened in the first place.
Octavia let out a blissful sigh, as though she'd just come out of the bathroom. "Ah, much better." She declared and waddled away again with no change in her stance.
Vinyl Scratch frowned. Octavia had treated the whole thing with dignity and grace, like she did just about everything else. Just for once, Vinyl had hoped to see that prim and proper facade of hers be cracked even just a little. Besides, it would've meant Octavia could stop ragging on Vinyl for her much bigger accident on the first night.
Oh well.
The night went on as Vinyl and Octavia occupied themselves with their designated roles. The hours passed, but no sense of time seemed to be noticed by either pony.
At last, however, the last song of the night ended and the club closed. It was time for everypony to go home, though not without one final round of applause for "DJ Pamps" for another amazing night of fantastic music.
Moondancer was one of the last ponies to leave. In contrast to the hesitancy with which she had entered the club, she was departing it much more confidently. She'd even had her plain white diaper swapped out for one of the club's custom ones, though she was not yet at the level where she felt comfortable walking home in a diaper of any sort. She still saw fit to express her enjoyment of the night, however. "As long as DJ Pamps is going to be playing here, you can count on me to be a repeat customer time and time again." She'd informed Pacific.
With Moondancer's departure, Vinyl and Octavia were the only other ponies left in the club besides Pacific herself and Berry. And that meant it was time to tend to matters that had been long put off. In Octavia's case, that meant finally getting a diaper change. Or at least the first part of it.
"How is it possible that you are more soaked than Vinyl is?" Pacific half asked/half teased as she tended to Octavia while the cello player lay down upon the changing table in the staff only part of the club.
"At least I didn't make a mess of myself like Vinyl did the first night." Octavia playfully retorted as the diaper was pulled out from her. Before her eyes she saw it revert back to its original alicorn size, just as it was balled up and tossed into a wastebasket for disposal later.
Vinyl blushed and whined. "Octy, how many times do I have to repeat myself?! That only happened once! I was drunk and not paying attention! I haven't done it since."
"Which is why diaper inspections are now mandatory at the end of every shift," Pacific insisted while retrieving some wet wipes to clean Octavia's flanks. "And I think the only reason Octavia wet more than you did, Vinyl, is because of the one beer limit. Yet even with just one beer you gave your padding a good soak too. Small wonder I insist on you wearing the extra absorbent brands with every shift."
Octavia giggled, both from Pacific's statement and from the wet wipes making contact with her bare bottom. "I hope I was a good VIP for you, Pacific. I'd never done this sort of thing before, obviously."
Pacific smiled while twirling her pacifier as it dangled from its string around her neck. "And indeed, you were splendid. I think that super deluxe royal padding is just what we need for a VIP experience, or for anypony willing to pay a little extra for the upgrading," She then helped Octavia up from the changing table. "Feel free to come back any time you'd like, Octavia," And then she turned to Vinyl. "Alright, Vinyl. Now it's your turn to get cleaned up. Don't worry about the paycheck, it's already in the mail."
"Oh, thank Celestia!" Vinyl exclaimed with relief. "Now that's one less thing I have to worry about every time I come here." She was soon wiped clean as well, and after being helped up from the changing table she was free to gather up her records and depart.
The two friends made the short journey back to their home in relative silence. It wasn't until their house came into view that Vinyl saw fit to ask something that had been nagging at her since before the night had begun. "Why'd you go through with it all, Octy? You didn't have to get dressed up in super thick diapers or, y'know, use them."
"Why not? It was all part of the club experience," Octavia insisted. "What harm is there in trying something new? It helped you to feel more confident about it all, did it not?"
"W-well, yeah, of course it did," Vinyl Scratch insisted right back. "But..."
The earth pony shook her head from side to side. "-Is that not what friends do for each other?" She then added. "I really do think you're lucky to have that club, Vinyl. The pay is top notch and everypony there adores you. But that obviously means nothing to you if you're still hung up on the diapers. I can understand why that's such an issue, even if I don't think it should be."
The DJing unicorn reluctantly replied. "Well, I kind of have to commit to that place now. For Moondancer's sake. You know me, I'd hate to disappoint a fan no matter who they might be. Like it or not, DJ Pamps isn't going anywhere any time soon."
Octavia smiled. "Glad to hear that, Vinyl. Glad to hear that."
Moondancer could hardly wait when she got home! Immediately, she rushed upstairs after locking the door to her house. It wasn't long before her horn was lighting up, pulling out a thick Silly Filly brand adult foal diaper and unfolding it. Pretty soon, she was slipping it under her rump and strapping it up nice and tight.
Her most recent trip to The Fountain of Youth had done wonders for her self-esteem. The unicorn mare felt much more confident in herself, and much less hung up and conflicted about her relatively newfound interest. The diapers were definitely the best part of it. It was just like sitting on a big, comfy, poofy pillow that was stuck to your butt.
Moondancer giggled at the foalish thought before turning her attention to her small desk calendar. She flipped through its pages until she found a date that had been marked as being of significant importance: Her birthday. It was coming up in a matter of days, but there was still time to make some last minute adjustments.
The big foal already knew one friend for sure would be onboard with her new idea for how to celebrate the big day. It took an adult foal to understand a fellow adult foal. At least, she was pretty sure Minuette was an adult foal. Why else would she pose for all those adult foal magazines and put her padded plot on display for them?
But that still left at least three other friends (and possibly a fourth if Lyra was able to meet up with the others) who were far less certain. Would they be onboard with such an idea?
Well, there was only one way to find out. Normally, it was the birthday girl who got surprised, but in Moondancer's case she would be the one doing the surprising. She began to compose a letter to send to Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Twilight Sparkle (and Minuette too just to be safe):
Hey girls,
I know you probably already have plans in mind for my birthday, but I was thinking we should try something else. It is my birthday after all.
There's this club in Manehattan that I've been frequenting, though I doubt any of you have heard of it as it's pretty underground. It's called The Fountain of Youth, and they got a new dj not too long ago.
I was thinking we could have my birthday party there instead. I'll even pay for the drinks and the VIP experience.
Interested?
Moondancer
And once the letter was sent out, Moondancer made a mental note to stop by The Fountain of Youth tomorrow night to see about booking the VIP experience in advance.
