A Rare Opportunity

Rarity was still trying to process the words that Sweetie just said. "How did she...but...but..I...how.." she said in her mind. She was staring off into space, in deep thought, with her jaw still dropped from disbelief. She went over the possibilities in her mind: "Did she see it? No. Of course not. I made sure to hide it as best as I could, and why was she so joking and not disgusted or curious in her last remark? This just doesn't make sense!" Rarity went over all the possible options and questions she could think of in her mind, until her thought process was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Um, Rarity?" Sweetie asked. "You've been standing in the same spot for like 20 minutes."

"Wai...what?" Rarity said regaining her consciousness.

"I said: You've been standing up here in the same spot staring at the wall for like 20 minutes! It's starting to freak me out!" Sweetie said louder to make sure she had her sisters attention.

"Sorry Sweetie, I'm just confused. How did you know about..." Rarity said as her cheeks turned a bright red.

"I'll tell you when we eat breakfast! Also, really you need to change it's really starting to smell. Seriously hurry up, I'm hungry!" Sweetie protested.

"Alright, fine." Rarity said with a sigh. "Go back into the kitchen and I will hopefully have...freshened up in 5 minutes."

"Fine..." replied Sweetie Belle as she slowly walked away back into the kitchen.

Rarity rushed into her bathroom. She then realized that she was wearing an expensive dress and sighed when she realized that it probably smells like her diapered rear in its current state. she carefully took the dress off and gently folded it and set it on the bathtub. She then looked down at her soiled diaper. "Now, how am I going to do this?" Rarity said to herself. She opened up a cabinet full of miscellaneous bottles and jars that have accumulated over the years. "I really need to clean this thing out more.." She told herself. What she was looking for was a bottle of perfume to cover up any odor after she had cleaned herself, but what she found was even better. She grabbed the unfamiliar bottle and examined it. "Foal powder?" She questioned. On closer examination she realized the date was marked with a date from 16 years ago. "I must have accidentally grabbed this when I was cleaning out the bathroom at mom's house when I moved here." However before she decided to put the bottle back in, she thought to herself: "Well..I don't want to get a rash, and it would probably be better than perfume to cover up the scent." She wouldn't be so lucky when looking for the next item on her mental list though. She needed something to actually clean her flank with. Toilet paper was not strong enough and she didn't have any baby wipes. With a sigh Rarity got out a clean washcloth and soaked it with water. "I'm going to have to do the laundry anyway..." she said as she thought about the mess that lies underneath that plastic shell and soft thick diaper. She then laid down a newspaper that was sitting next to the toilet (for something to read as you use it) onto the ground just in case. She then started to remove the plastic pants, feeling that she is probably going to regret this. The smell was even more pungent now. She then proceeded to lie down on the newspaper on her back, and undid the snaps to the cloth diaper. She opened it, and looked away, fearing the worst. She could definitely smell it now, however when she looked down at the diaper she was quite relieved . To her surprise she hadn't made nearly as big of a mess as she thought. However the diaper was soaking wet. "Did I wet it a second time?" She questioned. She then realized that she was so paralyzed by fear and embarrassment when her sister awoke that she had unintentionally wet herself a second time! Her cheeks changed into a now familiar bright red as she realized what she had done. After the thought had subsided she removed the diaper from underneath her flank and then proceeded to wipe down all of her privates that her "accident" had come in contact with. As she suspected the smell was still remnant. She grabbed the bottle of foal powder and shook it over her diaper-area. It smelled quite good actually! It didn't smell like a high-class perfume but more of a reassuring and relaxing smelling scent. Because of this fact she added a really good amount, most likely a lot more than what was needed. When she was finally done, she smelled of the pungent smell of foal powder. She crumpled up the newspaper and threw it in the trash-bin. She then took her diaper and plastic pants and put   them in the shower. She spread a little foal powder on them to hopefully mask the smell. She decided that she would wash her diaper and shower after breakfast.