It was just after Hearth’s Warming Eve and the pegasi had scheduled a perfect snowfall. Twilight Sparkle and her friends had decided to have a campout in Whitetail Woods. Through the day, they had made snow ponies, had snowball fights and generally had fun.
But now, Luna had raised the moon and everypony was asleep in their tents, save for a certain orange earth pony.
***
Applejack picked up her saddlebags, being careful not to wake Rarity, who was apparently wrapped up in a set of fluffy blankets.
She headed back to her own sleeping bag and dug through it. Even though the only light source was the pale light of Luna’s moon filtering through the fabric of the tent, Applejack could still don her scarf and hat.
And of course, there was the last item– one that was utterly embarrassing and shameful. Her heart raced as she gripped it in her teeth and pulled it out into the moonlit interior.
It was soon apparent what it was – a diaper. Applejack mentally laughed; a full grown mare wearing a diaper? Ridiculous! She poked her snout into the saddlebags and pulled out some more supplies, arranging them on the sleeping bag: wipes, diaper rash ointment and foal powder.
She picked up the container of foal powder and took a deep whiff. The scent of it took her back to her foalhood. She would have loved to apply some onto her rump before she diapered herself but alas doing so would have kicked up a fragrant cloud that would have awoken Rarity. Applejack grimaced as she imagined what Rarity would say if she were caught in such a compromising position: “Darling, diapers are not an appropriate fashion item for a mare your age.”
Instead, she squeezed a dollop of the ointment onto her right front hoof and liberally smeared the ointment all over her nether regions and hindquarters. She flicked her tail in irritation as the cold, sticky substance made contact with her skin.
The ointment applied, she unfolded the diaper, threaded her tail through the hole in the back and taped it up. She blushed as she reveled in the soft, fluffy padding between her hind legs.
At the same time, a twinge of shame ran through her. Diapers were for foals, not full grown ponies!
Where the hay did I pick this up? She mentally asked herself. It was a rhetorical question; she already knew the answer. It all started when she was a filly. Potty training was something that didn’t come easy to her and even as she started school, she was still in diapers. She recalled the voices of the past calling her things like “Smelly Filly”, “Poopiejack” and other hurtful names. While the bullies had long moved on, the bladder issues that troubled her still haunted her. Even today, she occasionally still wet the bed. She hated waking up in a bed soaked with her own urine but somehow, when that same urine was contained in a diaper pressing up against her nether regions, it was a rather enjoyable sensation.
Applejack looked to make sure the diaper was on correctly. She lifted her tail and prepared to release the contents of her bladder when she realized that Rarity was still snoozing away. If the fashionista awoke suddenly – or worse, her diaper leaked – how could the orange pony explain away the awkward situation?
No, she would have to take this outside. She then trotted through the tent’s flap into the cold winter air.
***
Arranged in a circle were the tents where Applejack’s other friends were sleeping. In the center of the circle lay the burnt out remains of a campfire. The cold air nipped at her legs and face.
The clear white light of the moon revealed exactly what the farmpony was wearing: a red scarf wrapped around her neck and a red knitted cap (made by who else but Rarity?)
And of course, the white diaper printed with snowflakes wrapped around her hindquarters. Applejack blushed in embarrassment; she didn’t even know that they made adult diapers with prints like those on foal’s diapers. Nevertheless, she bought them because they were on sale.
An urgent pressure in her bladder reminded her why she was out here. She spread out her legs, lifted her tail and emptied her bladder into the diaper, groaning in relief as she did so. A rather loud hiss was heard as the pony continued wetting her diaper.
Applejack bent her hind legs into a squat as she continued emptying her bladder. She smiled as the warm, wet padding squished up against her rump as she continued wetting. She looked between hind legs; the diaper was visibly bulging and sagging. Even in the moonlight, she could see a slight yellow discoloration in the front of the diaper.
For a cheap diaper, these things sure hold a lot! She thought.
As she continued emptying her bladder, she pushed harder. Suddenly, she felt a mass of squishy warmth rush into the seat of her diaper. She blushed as she realized that she had accidentally started pooping.
What the hay. I’m gonna need a new diaper anyways! Applejack thought. She then grunted rather loudly as she pushed again. All that got her was some gas. She grunted and pushed again. This time, her efforts were rewarded with another surge of warm horse apples into her diaper. As she took a breather, she realized that hadn’t finished emptying herself. With a rather loud grunt and a push, a surge of manure shot into her diaper.
She sighed in relief as she looked between her legs. Her diaper was now sagging even more and several lumps could be seen in the bottom of the diaper. Applejack wrinkled her nose at the pungent scent of her own manure. Out of curiosity, she pressed a hoof against the back of her diaper. She gasped as the warm mess was pressed against her coat. Despite how disgusting that was, it felt good! She moved her hoof down to front of the diaper and pressed. Another gasp escaped her lips as the warm, pee-soaked padding rubbed up against her coat.
Applejack smirked as she knelt on her left foreleg. She reached between her hind legs with her right foreleg and pushed the diaper against her crotch, working the thick, warm padding back and forth. Her heart raced and her body tingled with each and every movement of her hoof.
Suddenly, in the middle of her ministrations, she was interrupted by somepony speaking.
“Applejack, thank Celestia you’re safe!”
Applejack froze, her forehoof pressed firmly against her dirty and now cooling diaper. A blush crept across her face as she realized who it was. It was Rarity, clad in her lilac fur trimmed hooded cape. Her horn was glowing with a soft blue light to serve as illumination.
Rarity looked at Applejack, caught right in the act of playing with her dirty diaper.
“Applejack, I must say, it is rather unsanitary to…pleasure yourself in a used diaper,” Rarity said with a slight wrinkle of disgust on her face.
“Uh Rarity, ah, was just…um, usin’ the diaper. Ah ain’t cloppin’,” Applejack said. Her mouth was scrunched up – a telltale sign she was lying.
“I’m sure,” Rarity said with a roll of her eyes. “Now let’s get you out of that dirty diaper and into a fresh one.”
Applejack removed her hoof from her diaper and stood in front of Rarity. She shuddered; her previously comfortable diaper had now gotten quite cold, clammy and sticky; not to mention smelly.
Rarity then trotted into the tent. As she did so, Applejack swore that there was something wrapped around her hindquarters. Was it a diaper? She’d find out later.
She then trotted into the tent after Rarity.
***
As the two ponies entered the tent, Rarity telekinetically shut the tent’s flap. Her horn lit up with a blue glow as her cape was removed and carefully folded up.
It was then that Applejack saw that, yes, Rarity was wearing a diaper. Specifically, a cloth one with a lilac cover decorated with blue diamonds – identical to the ones on her cutie mark.
The unicorn then levitated a changing mat out of her saddlebag and placed it on the tent floor. “Applejack, lay down so I can change you.”
The orange pony nodded and lay down on the mat. A blue glow undid the diaper’s tabs. Applejack shivered as the rush of cold air hit her rump. Rarity levitated over several wipes and the container of foal powder.
“Applejack, if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing out there?” Rarity asked as she telekinetically used the wipes to clean the excrement off Applejack’s rump and nether regions.
Applejack blushed as the cool cloth brushed against her most sensitive areas – or was it the fact that one of her friends was changing her diaper? “Ah wanted some privacy to use a diaper.”
“Understandable but next time, try to keep your…vocalizations a bit quieter.” Rarity winked as she dusted Applejack’s hindquarters with foal powder.
The orange pony blushed. She had to admit, she had gotten rather…enthusiastic about defecating in her diaper. She then noticed what Rarity was wearing. “Uh Rarity, why the hay are you wearing a diaper?” She immediately winced as she realized how rude and blunt that sounded.
“I have nocturnal incontinence,” the fashionista said with startling straightforwardness. “And sometimes, it is rather enjoyable and relaxing to put on a diaper and play at being a foal.”
Applejack chuckled. She had heard of “adult foals” – adult ponies who dress up in diapers, onsies and other foalish clothing and basically return to foalhood – but never would she have though her best friend was one!
“Applejack, if I may be so blunt as to ask, do you like diapers?” Rarity asked as she finished wiping down Applejack’s hindquarters. The used diaper and wipes were quickly stashed inside a plastic bag that was quickly sealed up and placed inside her saddlebags
The orange pony blushed furiously. She looked around the tent and bit her lip. She sighed; no use hiding it, Rarity had already found out her secret. “Erm, yes, ah, do kinda like wearin’ them.”
“Wonderful!” Rarity clopped her hooves together with excitement.
“Rarity, ah’m just curious, how is that ‘wonderful’?”
“Photo Finish is coming to Ponyville tomorrow for a photo shoot of my ‘Raribaby’ line of adult foal wear. I’ve got a unicorn and pegasus model and need an earth pony model.”
“Rarity, ah ain’t exactly keen about wearin’ a diaper or foal’s clothing or actin’ like a foal in front of a camera,” Applejack said.
“Please?”
Applejack looked at the wide and quivering eyes of the white unicorn. She sighed. “All right, ah’ll do it but just ‘cause yer a friend,”
Rarity squealed in delight as she levitated out a thick bundle of cloth, a smaller piece of green cloth decorated with a red apple motif and two pins shaped like green apples.
The orange pony’s eyes widened as she saw what Rarity was holding in her magical grasp. “Rarity, why do ya have another diaper?”
“Well,” Rarity said with a blush, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and, well, I can’t go back to sleep in a wet diaper.”
Applejack looked at the fluffy cloth with disgust etched on her face. “Don’t tell me that you previously wore and used that!”
Rarity nodded. “Don’t worry, I clean and disinfect them every day. And besides, this one’s new; made it yesterday. ”
Applejack nodded.
“Now, Applejack would you prefer to put it on yourself or would you like me to diaper you?”
Applejack looked at the floating items then to Rarity and then herself. She winced as she recalled her experience with cloth diapers a few days ago when she babysat Berry Punch’s newest daughter – Grape Spritzer. Who knew it was possible to drive a diaper pin so deep into your hoof? Her right forehoof twinged as she recalled the trip to Ponyville Clinic. “Could ya…” – she blushed – “Diaper me?”
“Sure!” Rarity chirped as her horn flared to life and a blast of foal powder was applied to her crotch. Almost immediately, the white cloth wrapped itself around Applejack’s abdomen. The two pins secured the diaper in place.
Applejack smiled as the soft, fluffy cloth caressed her rump. It was as if she were sitting on a cloud. Another flash of telekinetic magic placed and secured on the diaper cover.
“There, all done!” Rarity said as she patted Applejack’s bottom, causing the latter to blush.
The orange pony got to her feet and took a few experimental steps. Thanks to the diaper’s bulk, it caused her to waddle. “Uh Rarity, these diapers are makin’ it a bit hard to walk.”
“They’re extra thick for nighttime use. It’s guaranteed to keep you and your bed dry.” She then smiled. “Besides, you look kind of cute waddling like that! Can you do that at my photo shoot?”
The orange pony scowled. She then looked at the diaper. “Uh Rarity, what’s with the pattern and the pins?”
“I drew inspiration from your gala dress to make this diaper.” Rarity then yawned. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need my beauty sleep.” She slid into her sleeping bag.
Applejack shrugged and slid into her own sleeping bag with a smile. The diaper that Rarity had made for her was absolute bliss. She closed her eyes, dreaming of being a foal again.
