Aura was nervous. That is to say, more nervous than usual. Of course she was always even a little bit nervous most times. She probably had the resting heart beat of a jackrabbit. If she wasn’t feeling nervous, she reasoned, she wasn’t doing her job right or paying attention to the task at hand. And there were a lot of things to get wrong when being a Royal Caretaker.
First of all, she could mix up the toys. Part of her training as Royal Caretaker involved memorizing a list of toys and plushies that Princess Luna and Princess Celestia preferred. And despite being sisters, the two alicorn princesses’ tastes varied GREATLY. And their preferences even fluctuated throughout the day as well. Depending on their mood, how long it had been since naptime, and the season, it was up to the Royal Caretakers to figure out which toy to have at hand to give to either princess when they were feeling fussy or playful. Being able to pick the right stuffed animal or plastic rattle or train set was a skill all its own.
Then there were the feeding and napping schedules. Sure, The Princesses were fully capable of feeding themselves, but much preferred a helping hoof more often than not. The same went for sleeping, which The Princesses always enjoyed more when they were freshly diapered and had their favorite plushie within arms reach. So many important details. Schedules and routines and itineraries that were half written down and half...just universally known by everyone in the castle. Everyone except for Aura it seemed.
But no, she was more nervous than usual today because she actually had nothing to do. The Royal Sisters, her primary source of things to do, were on vacation and wouldn’t be back for a few days. This usually meant a little vacation for the Canterlot Castle staff. As the old saying goes ‘when the cat’s away, the mice will play.’ But this little mouse was restless and just wished she had someone to tell her what to do.
Right now she was passing the time pacing out the outer halls of Canterlot Castle. The Royal Sisters weren’t normally out this way and therefore nor was Aura. However she reasoned that it was a good idea, in such a big castle, to know where everything was. She felt it was important to know what rooms were where and how long it might take her to run down any hall in case of a milk emergency (it happened more often then one might think). She noted the quickest ways to the stairs and which hallway tended to have rugs and which ones were left bare (there was less of a mess to clean up when the halls didn’t have anything in them that could stain easily). By late afternoon she’d be confident - at least mostly confident which was confident in Aura’s case - that she could navigate these halls blindfolded (with maybe one or two hints).
"Hey Caretaker!” a voice called out, stopping Aura in her tracks, ”come over here for a sec!"
Down the hall to her left stood a royal guard who was beckoning her over. He was an earth pony with bronze fur and a rusty red tail dressed in the usual armor of the Royal Guard consisting of the gold helmet, chestplate, and shoes. A silver spear stood beside him, steadied by a hoof. Every bit of metal on him was kept polished and well maintained as all guards were expected to do.
Almost automatically, Aura scurried along and approached the guard without so much as her brain ordering her legs to move. "Y-yes?" she asked when she was an appropriate distance away from him for conversation (roughly six hoofsteps away).
She had seen him before. The same way one might see a stranger more than once during one's routine jog through a public park. Perhaps in passing when she was part of one large crowd going one way and he was part of another crowd going another. Maybe they shared a friendly smile or head nod in passing some time or another. The only thing she knew for sure was that they both worked in the castle.
She tried to rack her brain for a name. Weapon shaped cutie mark. Rusty red mane. Mace something, she ventured. That name sounded about right. Mace or Quill. She couldn’t quite remember.
"You're new right?" Mace or Quill said.
‘New’ was a good word to describe Aura. Although ‘timid’ and ‘inexperienced’ might have been better fits. Fresh out of training, she still had a long way to go before she could be considered prime Royal Caretaker material. It would be many years before she was even close to the level of competence of a veteran like her mentor.
"Y-yes I'm...still learning," Aura simply said.
A big smile grew across the stallion's face, "well now. Then do -I- have a job for YOU! That saddle bag of yours, it's filled with caretaker junk, right?"
“Yes?” Aura nodded.
"And uh,” Mace continued to say, ”d-diapers too?" Aura could have sworn she saw the stallion’s red cheeks blush when he asked this.
"Y-yes?"
"Super," the grin returned, "do me a favor and put one of those on me, will ya?"
"B-but these diapers are meant for the Roy-!"
"I know they're meant for the Royal Sisters," Quill or Mace dismissed with an inpatient wave of his hoof, "come on, do me a solid," he went on, "I've been achin' for the bathroom and the guy's'll rat on me if they catch me away from my post again!"
Now the stallion's back legs were starting to squirm. His grip around his spear started to tighten. Like it or not, the promise of a bathroom break had entered his subconscious and now that was all he could think about. He had spent the last couple hours painstakingly avoiding any tiny reminder of the growing urge, but now the pressure was coming back with a vengeance. He REALLY needed to pee and his thigh’s vice like squeeze against his bladder was all too telling.
"Th-think of it as practice!" he went on, punctuating the sentence with an squeak, "you Caretakers are always practicing so you don't get rusty, right?" now he almost looked like he was pleading with the shorter unicorn, "come ooon."
“Alright,” Aura conceded with a sigh, “just uhm...l-lay on your back...please.”
“You’re a LIFESAVER!” the guard exhaled before leaning his spear against the wall and lowering to the ground.
Now on his back, Aura was exposed to the full brunt of the stallion’s vulnerable underside and was quickly reminded of the distinct differences between girl ponies and guy ponies. Truth be told, she hadn’t seen many...stallion bodies in her mature lifetime. Suffice to say, she didn’t get out much and any diaper changing practice up until now was done between fellow Caretakers who were primarily mares. This would be the first time Aura diaper changed a stallion and came so close to their...male equipment.
That isn’t to say she wasn’t interested in stallions. Because she certainly was. But while other mares actively pursued the topic, Aura much preferred observing things from a distance. She was sure she could figure everything she needed to figure out from a distance. Safely away from other ponies who might laugh at or scold the meek unicorn for her...lack of experience.
Now that she was face to face with the stallion’s...body, she realized that there were some things she couldn’t learn from distant observation or glancing at some natural science textbooks she found in the library one day. Face to face with the stallion’s...body made her realize none of that really prepared her for it.
Most obvious thing about it was the...organ that laid flaccid between the stallion’s legs. She obviously didn’t have much of a benchmark to compare it to, but Quill certainly seemed...well enough endowed. It was an extra leg dangling between the stallion’s legs. A veiny, girthy leg that was less made for walking and more standing. A subtle heat could be felt radiating off of it as she sat this close to it. If she approached the task with laser focus like every Caretaker was supposed to, she might have also noticed a subtle musty, masculine scent in the air as well.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off of the thing as she unpacked her saddle bag. Wipes, baby powder, lotion, and most importantly a neatly folded, star printed diaper were pulled out and methodically arranged around her for optimal efficiency. It was an arrangement that was drilled into her head during training so well that she didn’t even have to look at the items as she pulled them all out. And good thing too. For the life of her she couldn’t quite look away from the stallion’s...thing.
“F-forget the powder and junk,” Mace winced with a squirm, “just...make it a quick one, alright?”
“A-alright,” Aura stammered out, shaking herself out of her one sided staring contest.
‘A quick one’. Yeah, she could be quick. Skip the baby powder and the wipes and the whole thing would be over before she knew it. It didn’t quite sit right, having to skip a step that she had been taught was vitally necessary in a ‘proper’ diaper change, but in this special case she had to agree with Mace. He practically looked like he was going to explode!
And so, shortly after catching herself staring at the stallion’s...nether regions, Royal Caretaker Aura unfurled the rectangular diaper and slipped it under the stallion’s rump. She just hoped Princess Luna wouldn’t be mad at her.
The diaper change felt odd to Aura. Not because she was diapering an adult and mature stallion in the middle of a castle hallway, although that did kind of make her blush. No, it was more because these were The Royal Sisters’ diapers. Padded underwear that was for the princesses, not some random guard she just met. It didn’t seem right to her that someone could just...ASK to put one on. Although there really wasn’t any rule against it. She just assumed it was universally understood that these diapers were for royal bottoms only. But, again, no rule she could recall barred such a thing.
But...these were The Royal Sisters’ diapers! Could just ANYONE wear them? It seemed so out of place to the meek unicorn. This was made even more apparent as she wrapped the soft blue, star speckled diaper around the stallion’s waist. It was one of Princess Luna’s favorite prints and now some guard was wearing it.
“Thank Celestia,” the stallion muttered once Aura was finished. The moment she pulled away from the secured tapes, he was already rolling back onto his feet.
Quill waddled only a few feet away towards the wall where he leaned against it with a hoof propping him up. His blue hued, pillowy behind pointed back at Aura.
The meek little unicorn could only stare at the sight. Her training said that she should pack things up and move along, but her training also never mentioned a situation like this. The Royal Caretakers’ code was to be there when needed and then disappear when not. The diaper change was over so she should have packed up and continued mapping out the castle’s layout. She instead opted to just sit there, her hoof hovering over the bottle of lotion she was meaning to put away. From her spot on the cold marble floor, she watched - with blush in her cheeks of course - as Quill got into position.
Getting into position, as it turned out, was incredibly quick and incredibly easy when you have a bladder that was near bursting. Quill only needed a few seconds to fidget and lean against the wall like he was standing in front of a urinal before he was ready. And then after a long, drawn out heavy sigh, the show began.
In most cases, peeing often started with a dribble, followed shortly by a spray that would only get louder and louder as it gained strength. This was not like most cases. Mace instead started strong as a torrent of urine loudly splashed against the inside of the diaper the moment he let go. He didn’t just wet the diaper, he absolutely soaked it. What started as a wet spot quickly spread out to encompass the full absorbent front of the diaper. What couldn’t be soaked into the material instead pooled closer to the middle where the excess urine tugged the diaper downwards in a very obvious sag. He could only moan in aching relief as the diaper warmed around him.
The Royal Sisters only wore the finest and most absorbent diapers. It was one of the perks of being a diaper wearing princess. Aura never really gave it much thought, but to watch one of them swell up before her eyes was quite the learning experience. At least now she knew first hand just how much the diapers could actually absorb in such a short time. It turned out that watching someone wet themselves only a few feet away from you had some educational value to it.
After several long, drawn out minutes of steady peeing, the stream was starting to subside. Mace stood frozen for several more long, drawn out minutes as he stared up at the ceiling and sighed. Eventually, his muscles relaxed and his posture loosened up.
Once he recovered, he slowly turned back around with his legs bowed out behind him. His mouth hung open just a tiny bit as his body recovered from the aching relief of an empty bladder. "Alright, I'm ready,"
"R-ready?" Aura replied.
"For you to change me," Mace answered bluntly, "can't expect your charge to just stand around in a wet diaper, ey Caretaker?"
“Fine!” Aura winced, squeezing her eyes shut, “fine fine fine!” With a fidgety wave of her hoof she directed the guard back down to the ground. A simple, frantic flail that clearly conveyed ‘please assume the position to get your diaper changed while I try to figure out why I didn’t just leave once you were diapered’.
The guard returned to the ground, this time with a very bulbous diaper inflated around his waist. The swollen garment sloshed loudly under his weight, echoing off the tall walls of the hallway. Pools of urine inside rushed backwards towards the dryer rear of the diaper where they soaked in and swelled the garment even further.
Aura didn’t have any pre-diaper change prep to do because she failed to clean up any of it from earlier. Everything was already in place when Mace laid back on the ground. She didn’t even close the tub of wipes yet. So...blushing all the way, she proceeded with the diaper change as usual.
A loud rip echoed down the empty hall as she opened the diaper. The muggy stench of urine clung to the stallion’s fur when she moved the diaper away. That called for some wipes, no two ways about it. Quill would just have to deal with having his junk smell like cucumbers and melons for a little while. He didn’t seem to mind the extra attention anyway.
Taking in a reluctant breath of air, Aura went to work. With a glow of her horn, a number of scented wipes floated out of their plastic tub. Like listless birds they floated downwards and began mopping up the urine smell.
"Y-you're so gentle with those wipes," Quill muttered, his back legs subtly splaying out further.
Aura could only blush, but tried to remain focused on her work. She just wanted the diaper change over with as soon as possible. As soon as the diaper was off and the area was cleaned up she’d be able to scurry away and never think of it ever again. She maintained only the barest amount of eye contact throughout and only peeked out from behind a shielding hoof when she needed to guide the wipes around the stallion’s body. She tried her hardest not to stare as if doing so would make the situation even more awkward.
She tried to think of it like any other diaper change. It was something she had done a dozen times before and they were all mostly the same! Old diaper off, wipes, lotion, powder, new diaper on. It shouldn’t have mattered if her charge was male or female or somewhere in between, her training would guide her through.
Mace, unfortunately, had other plans. While the wipes, cloaked in ghostly blue light, floated around his lower half, his body started to react to the intimate treatment. Every passing wipe caused his stallionhood to twitch and stir. Wipe after wipe and the organ seemed to react more, slowly growing harder between his legs. By the time Aura had finished wiping the stallion’s front, his member had already grown to its full length.
“I-I think you’re clean enough!” Aura stammered out, closing the tub of wipes with shaky hooves.
“W-wait, hold on!” Mace hastily called out, “c-can’t you...ya know...before you go?”
“I-it’s not a Royal Caretaker’s duty to-”
"J-just a quick one, come on!" the stallion pleaded, "I've been so tense lately! Standing around here is murder on the joints."
Aura sighed as she stared at the ceiling with closed eyes. She was going to do it, she already knew that. The moment he started getting hard she already knew she was going to help. Call it personal creed where she was incapable of abandoning a pony in need. Or maybe she just had a tough time saying no. Or maybe there was some romance in there. Aura couldn’t say for sure because she wasn’t exactly sure what ‘romance’ felt like.
Whatever it might have been, Aura’s horn began to glow a ghostly blue. And then a few nervous seconds later Quill’s member started to glow as well.
“This isn’t something I normally do,” Aura said mostly to herself, “just...so you know.”
Only Quill didn’t answer. He was much too busy laying back and reveling in the tingly pleasure of the unicorn’s gentle touch. His eyes closed as his jaw hung open slightly in blissful abandon. With its ethereal yet firm grip around his member, being pleasured by a unicorn’s magic must have felt heavenly.
It went without saying that Aura had, in fact, never done something like this before. But she knew how to magically keep a gentle grip on things so that’s what she did. She handled the stallion’s throbbing member like it was a fragile egg, putting only the tiniest bit of thaumic pressure on the veiny rod. She had to concentrate on this and unfortunately that meant making direct eye contact with the organ.
Once she felt she had a firm grip on things, she started to move her magic up and down the stallion’s length. Slowly up the throbbing girth and then slowly back down until her magic tingled the very base of his shaft. Gradually her magical grip became stronger and more confident as the speed of her pumps became faster and faster.
Meanwhile the pleasure Quill was feeling mounted with each stroke of Aura’s magical grip. He squirmed subtly under her grip, letting out long, squeaky moans as his member throbbed. His back legs weakly kicked as he used his forehooves to stabilize his writhing body.
Now the pumping became even faster. Beads of precum started to dribble from the stallion’s throbbing cock as his moans became louder and more frequent. His whole body started to tense up as Aura leaned backwards in an attempt to brace herself for what was to come.
Finally the pulsing organ throbbed one last time before strings of sticky cum came shooting out of its aching head. Mace’s body shuddered violently as his hips shook in delight. Amidst the throes of pleasure, the only sound he could manage was a weak, shaky moan that rumbled past his muzzle well beyond the length of his powerful orgasm. He could only squirm and twitch as his member continued shooting its load over itself until he was left empty and exhausted.
Aura winced as the strings of cum shot upwards and then oozed down the stallion’s twitching member. The cucumber and melon scent left behind by the wipes were now splattered with a dirty, salty scent, undoing Aura’s hard work she finished just minutes ago. With another sigh, she once again popped open the tub of wipes.
For the numerinth time, the wipes were magically pulled out of their tub and then fluttered to various locations around the stallion’s body to mop up the mess. When all that was finished, Aura was finally able to wrap up the diaper change and pulled the old diaper out and rolled it up with the pile of used wipes.
Mace was virtually useless for the moment. His body laid there lazily as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He was stunned with pleasure and wore the goofiest grin as a wonderful afterglow rushed over him like a warm flood. He almost didn’t care that he was now laying on the floor with his lower belly splattered with sticky cum.
Once all that was over, Aura let out a sigh of relief and packed up her bags. It was only when she slipped her saddle bags back on her back and stood up did the stallion finally stir.
"Th-that was great!” Mace huffed as he climbed off the floor, ”I owe ya big time!"
“You’re welcome,” Aura replied, “j-just doing my job.” Only she didn’t know for sure if magicjobs were even mentioned in the job description. She was pretty sure it didn’t and immediately regretted saying such a thing.
With the business finished, the two ponies stood staring at each other. Between them laid Quill’s old diaper, rolled up tightly and quickly cooling in the open air. There was a momentary pause as the two looked at each other. Their eyes then looked down at the diaper and then back at each other.
"Well you can't exactly expect ME to throw it away," Quill said, "I have a hallway to guard."
“Right, of course,” Aura sighed, picking up the warm and heavy diaper, “It was uhm...nice meeting you.”
“Yeah,” the stallion grinned, floating in the satisfied afterglow, “nice meeting you too.”
“Right,” Aura said, clearing her throat and then shuffling down the hall with an embarrassed blush burning the tips of her ears..
“And hey, Caretaker!” the guard called out, forcing Aura to take one last glance back at him, “hope to see ya around.”
“Right,” Aura said weakly before quickening her pace down the hall.
She quickly shuffled along until there was a bend in the hall where she ducked against a corner and slumped against the wall. She breathed deeply and tried to calm herself down. Her blush had faded somewhat, but she still felt the stinging pain of embarrassment tickling the back of her neck.
With the heat of the moment gone, she looked down at the diaper that weighed heavily in her hooves. She needed to throw that away as soon as possible. That was the only thing she was sure about. Other than that, she was still unsure why she did all that. Why she let Quill or Mace boss her around like that and then put a diaper on him and then...the other things.
And then a new dread started to dawn on her.
She didn’t have anything to do again.
Author's Note
The adventures of Royal Caretaker Aura continue! While I have SO many stories piling up on my writing desk that need much more work, this story just seemed to materialize out of nowhere.
I guess it's because Aura is a fun and freeing character to explore. She represents the first day jitters everyone experiences when starting a new job, but also the reluctant duties that one has to fulfill in their job regardless of how they feel about it, which I've always found to be a fun angle. Plus, there's less pressure to write her a specific way because of canon. She's her own pony and I think it's that amount of freedom that allows these stories to be written so easily.
