The streets of Ponyville were empty with the only movement being a chill wind. Stars twinkled overhead in Luna’s sky. Everypony was asleep and waiting for Celestia to raise the sun.
Everypony except for a group inside a small house. Beams of multicolored light lanced out from the windows as the eerie, warbling synthesizers of goa trance emanated from the house.
***
Spike shuffled on the dance floor as the multicolored lights flashed over him. A white fedora with a red glowstick in place of its usual red feather adorned his head – a rather unfitting accessory considering the amount of ponies with glowsticks threaded into their manes or tails.
“Hey Spike!” somepony called out to him. He turned his head and saw Berry Punch with a glass of wine in her mouth. “Care for a drink?”
Spike shook his head. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself!” The mare then downed the whole glass in one gulp.
***
Vinyl Scratch – better known by her stage name DJ P0N3 – bobbed her head to the goa trance track that had everypony grooving. Her horn flared blue as she finished off her last can of Red Pony energy drink.
“Hey everypony! I’m taking requests!” she called out as she stopped the music.
Almost immediately, she was bombarded by ponies asking for their favorite song.
“Elements of Rave!”
“Magimancer!”
“Chrysalis Queen!”
“Celestia!”
“Crystal Empire!”
Vinyl levitated out a record from the bookcase behind her. The old record was replaced in its sleeve and a new one placed on the turntable. With a short scratch, the track began playing.
The music opened with a brisk military march-esque snare drum overlaid with some electronic sounding beeps. About ten seconds later, an electric guitar chord joined the march along with a drawn out squeal from a synthesizer. Immediately afterwards, the snare drum is joined by additional drums and least two additional electric guitars. Vinyl smiled as a different bottle of energy drink – this one in a flame shaped glass bottle that bore a label reading “Fire Ruby Energy Drink – for maximum energy!” – flew from a cooler next to her. “This is Crystal Empire. Spike, I hope you enjoy this!” The unicorn DJ popped the lid and took a long swig of the spicy-sweet liquid. She failed to notice that the ice had caused the rest of the label to slough off.
Spike took off his fedora and waved it at Vinyl as several appreciative stomps added to the brisk drums of Crystal Empire.
***
Vinyl bobbed her head in time to the music as everypony danced to the sizzling industrial rock. Spike in particular seemed to be especially enjoying it as he furiously headbanged to the music.
One hour and three more bottles of Fire Ruby later, she felt a familiar pressure building up in her bladder. Knowing what was about to come next, she ducked behind the turntables and slightly spread her hind legs.
Her tail shifted to the side ever so slightly as she bent her hind legs into a squat and relaxed her aching bladder, causing urine to gush into her diaper. Luckily, the pounding industrial rock was more than capable of hiding rather loud hissing of Vinyl flooding her diaper. She gave a naughty smirk as she felt her diaper puff up, swaddling her rear in warm wetness. Thankfully, the strobing lights distracted the partygoers from the expression on Vinyl’s face.
Suddenly, she felt something warm and wet running down her left hind leg. Oh buck, my diaper’s full – and I still have to pee! She thought. Not wanting to leave a mess on the dance floor, she remained behind the turntable until she was finished using her diaper. Trying her hardest to ignore the fact that she was now standing in a small puddle of her own pee, she telekinetically grabbed the microphone.
“Hey everypony, it’s time for a break! Courtesy of DJ BLU FR05T!” She then walked out from behind the turntables as an electric blue pegasus stallion – Electric Noise, better known as DJ BLU FR05T – traded places with her. Luckily for her, everypony was too busy dancing to Crystal Empire to notice their DJ was walking around in a thoroughly soaked diaper.
Electric took his place at the turntables. He grimaced as he set his forelegs in a puddle of warm liquid. The sharp odor of the liquid immediately confirmed its identity. Vinyl, stop being so bucking lazy and use a toilet for once! He thought as he grabbed a large rag with his mouth and tossed it atop Vinyl’s mess. He tapped one of the buttons on the lighting set, setting off one of the strobe cannons, temporarily illuminating the entire dance floor in a harsh white light.
***
Vinyl Scratch’s horn flared with a blue light as the bathroom door closed behind her. She looked behind her, noticing the small puddles of pee on the floor. A glance at the full length mirror mounted on the door reminded her why she was here. Swaddling her rump was a plain white adult diaper. The diaper’s elastic waistband strained to keep the sodden garment fastened onto her rear. The dark staining that covered almost the entirety of the diaper – along with its considerable heft – was a testament to how full her bladder was when she let loose.
“Well, that’s what I get for drinking so much energy drinks!” she said with a giggle as she playfully poked the front of her diaper, squishing the soggy padding against her belly. Her smile turned into a grimace as a cramp wracked her body and her stomach rumbled. Knowing what was going to come next, she telekinetically ripped the sodden diaper off her rear, tossing it on the floor with a loud plop as she sprinted over to the toilet. More cramps racked her body as she squatted over the toilet and emptied her bowels.
Several minutes later, she had finished emptying herself. She sighed in relief as a jet of warm water cleaned her nethers. She scowled as she cleaned her urine soaked legs with a damp rag.
Her horn flared blue as a tube of diaper rash ointment flew out from a cabinet under the sink. A quick flash of magic and the white unguent was liberally smeared over her nether regions. She sighed in relief as the soothing ointment was applied, instantly quelling the burning itch on her rear – humidity, urine and diapers were a recipe for serious diaper rash.
She frowned as she looked at the puddles of urine on the white tiled floor. “That does it! No more cheap store brand diapers!” she exclaimed. Her mouth opened in shock as she realized what she had said aloud. She looked around as if expecting somepony to walk into the bathroom and laugh. Several awkward seconds ticked by. The DJ then sighed in relief before she dug through the cabinet for another diaper. Much to her displeasure, all she got was an empty box of “Mare Wear Protective Undergarments”.
Great, this is like my third diaper of the evening! Oh well, it’s not like I actually need them. She mused as she tossed the box and her used diaper into the garbage can.
After a quick glance in the mirror to see that her sunglasses and electric blue mane were presentable, she opened the door and trotted back to the turntables.
***
Spike went up to a table bearing refreshments and a punch bowl. He sighed as he ladled himself a glass of apple cider. He tossed the cool liquid down his throat as he munched on some cupcakes. The industrial rock piece he had requested was now finished and replaced by the slow, hypnotic drums and ethereal chimes of a chillout trance piece. He then sat on a nearby chair and fanned himself with his fedora. He watched as everypony else came down from the pounding drums of Crystal Empire and started helping themselves to refreshments.
He sat down on a chair and munched on a cupcake. Suddenly, as a he took one bite of his snack, he got a face full of poofy hot pink mane with highlights of eye popping orange, chartreuse and pink. It was only until he got a closer look that he realized that the highlights were actually glowsticks threaded into the mane. “P…P…Pinkie Pie! What are you doing here?” His eyes then darted from side to side. “Please don’t tell Twilight! She’s already mad at me for sneaking copies of Ironhooves magazine. She’ll catch on fire if she finds out I snuck out to go to a rave!”
“It’s a party! I’m always up for a party!” The party pony then wrapped a foreleg around Spike and pulled him in close. “Nopony has to know,” she added in a whisper.
“Pinkie Pie Promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye.” Pinkie Pie recited the verse as she went through the attendant motions.
Spike smiled as he took another bite out of the cupcake. Soon, he heard Vinyl Scratch speaking again as the music faded out. “This piece is for Pinkie Pie! Cadence’s Spell!”
“Oooh! Oooh! That’s my song!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed as she bounded onto the dance floor and began gyrating to the music.
Spike bobbed his head to the rhythmic drums. When he had finished his cupcake, an airy piano joined in the drums. He got out of his chair and adjusted his fedora as he got ready to rejoin the festivities. No sooner had he stepped onto the dance floor, a high female voice began singing some of the most saccharine lyrics he had ever heard. The dragonet sighed and sat back in his chair and ladled himself another glass of apple cider. He’d wait until something less tooth-rotting came on.
“So Sss-shpike, what’ssss up?” a dark pink mare slurred as she sidled up to him and wrapped a foreleg around him.
Spike wrinkled his nose as the mare breathed an alcoholic miasma into his face. “A little personal space!” he said, gently pushing the drunken mare away from him.
“Nons-shense! Dish is a party! Let’sh get all close and schnuggly!” The mare got even closer to Spike.
Spike sighed. “Berry Punch, you’re drunk.” He then pushed the drunken mare away more forcefully than he had before. All while trying not to gag from Berry Punch’s foul breath.
Eventually Berry Punch got the hint and walked away to get another glass of punch. Spike breathed a sigh of relief as he headed for the bathroom.
***
Vinyl took a deep draw of her water bottle. For some reason, her jaw had started to clench up after her fourth bottle of Fire Ruby. She smiled as she adjusted the lights to better illuminate the dance floor. For Ponyville’s first rave, the turnout was quite good. Granted, this party was miniscule compared to the massive multinight affairs she threw in Manehattan but Ponyville was a small town.
Her elation was cut short when she felt something warm and wet running down her hind legs and soaking into the pile of rags that she was standing atop of. A horrified expression appeared on her face as she realized that she had wet herself in front of the partygoers. It was then that she got a good look at the label on the Fire Ruby bottle:
Warning! Fire Ruby is a potent high energy drink intended only for adult ponies. Excessive use may cause incontinence, hyperactivity, cramps or bruxism.
Oh buck! And I drank like four bottles! Vinyl thought. “Electric Noise! Can you fill in for me? I have to go get something!” She then tossed her saddlebags on and headed for the side door.
Electric Noise put down his cupcake and took his place behind the turntables. He chuckled as he read the label on the empty bottle of Fire Ruby.
***
Vinyl trotted through the cool streets of Ponyville. Luna’s moon bathed the hardpacked dirt roads in watery light. The unicorn DJ shivered as the cool wind nipped at her urine soaked legs and hindquarters.
After several minutes of walking, she found what she was looking for – a twenty-four hour pharmacy. As she entered the store, she found herself looking at a unicorn clad in a white lab coat.
“Hello, welcome to Ponyville Pharmacy. How may I help you?” the unicorn said.
Vinyl blushed. Both from what she needed to buy and from fear that she would have another accident right here. “I’m fine, thank you!” She then immediately headed for the incontinence supplies.
And all she saw were two brands of adult diapers. She scowled. Both of them were plain white pull-on – and leaky – affairs that that she had previously sworn off. She trotted over to the next aisle.
The unicorn DJ looked over the vast assortment of bottles, toys, pacifiers and diapers for all ages, from newborns to colts and fillies. She grimaced as she involuntarily ground her teeth together. Her horn flared to life as she grabbed the largest pacifier from the rack and floated it in midair. She had learned about this easy remedy for teeth-grinding from one of the Manehattan raves she attended where drugs of all sorts were freely available. Another remedy was to wear a bridle with a thin rubber bit but she personally preferred something that didn’t scream “BDSM”. She levitated over a pack of Filly Dry diapers and read the label.
With a disappointed sigh, she put package back. The diapers were thick and absorbent enough for her taste but they were for colts and fillies; she was a full grown – if somewhat petite – mare. She’d never be able to fit them. Vinyl trudged back to the incontinence supplies with a sigh.
Oh well. She thought as she looked at the adult diapers available. Cheap diapers are better than no diapers. Her horn flared to life as she levitated a box of Mare Wear Protective Undergarments from the shelf. Box floating in front of her, she trotted over to the front register.
“Still having bedwetting issues, Vinyl?” the pharmacist asked kindly as he rang up the purchase.
Vinyl blushed as she looked around. “Um, Therapeutic Dose, can you keep a secret?”
Therapeutic Dose smiled. “By Equestrian law, I have to.”
The unicorn DJ averted her eyes as she spoke. “Well, I… I really don’t wet the bed.” She shuffled about under Dose’s gaze. “I… I wear diapers so I don’t have to take a break to go to the bathroom when I’m DJ’ing!” she rapidly blurted out. Not a second after her outburst, she nervously glanced around, as if expecting everypony in town to magically appear in the pharmacy.
“What you do with your purchase isn’t my business. But let’s get straight to the point, do you need any advice?”
Vinyl felt warm liquid flowing out of her hindquarters. She quickly squeezed her hind legs together in an attempt to stem the flow of urine – to no avail. She tried very hard not to blush, lest Therapeutic Dose know that she had just peed on the floor. “Yeah, the adult diapers you have in the incontinence supplies aren’t absorbent enough. Do you have anything better?”
With a flare of white magic, Therapeutic Dose levitated the box of diapers onto a small shelf for items to be restocked. “Well, we have diapers made by Filly Dry and Silly Filly, but…”
“I know they won’t fit me!” she snapped.
Therapeutic Dose was unfazed by the DJ’s outburst. “No, I meant to say that they do manufacture adult diapers. It’s just that they’re for adult foals; hence they’re scaled up versions of their foal diapers. And I’m not sure if you want to wear anything so foalish.”
Vinyl sighed. “Look, I’m buying a pacifier for my teeth grinding and I peed myself while DJing. I kinda don’t give a buck about looking foalish at this point. Just fetch me a pack of Filly Dry diapers!”
Therapeutic Dose’s horn flared to life as he levitated a white cardboard box of diapers from a storeroom behind him. He quickly rang up the purchase and placed both the pacifier and diapers into a bag for Vinyl’s privacy. “Too many Fire Ruby drinks?” Therapeutic Dose asked.
Vinyl shamefully nodded as she paid for her purchase and levitated the bag over.
Therapeutic Dose sighed as the unicorn DJ exited the pharmacy. A flare of his white magic dragged over a mop and bucket he had sitting in the corner. He frowned; this was the worst part of being a pharmacist, cleaning up after incontinent ponies. Why didn’t Vinyl tell me she had an accident? He fumed as he mopped up Vinyl’s mess. I’d let her have a diaper for free!
***
Vinyl sprinted through the moonlit streets as she headed back to her house with her supplies in tow. Taking care to enter through the back door, she headed to the bathroom.
Quickly locking the door, she grabbed the box of diapers in her magical grasp.
The box itself was unremarkable. Just a plain white cardboard box with no markings. No surprise. Thought Vinyl, as she telekinetically peeled the tape off of the box and levitated another box out of the mass of excelsior inside.
The words “Filly Dry” along with a picture depicting a diapered mare playing with some wood blocks were visible on the baby blue package. A small light green box in the lower right hand corner read “Guaranteed to keep your big foal dry!”
Vinyl mentally chuckled. She quickly stuck the pacifier in her mouth and started suckling and chewing on the rubber bulb. She smiled behind the pacifier’s butterfly shaped plastic shield. Her rigid jaw muscles gradually loosened as she enjoyed her paci.
Mindful that her bladder or bowels could give way any second, the unicorn DJ liberally smeared diaper rash ointment all over her hindquarters, paying special need to the area under her tail. Another flash of magic and the diaper was unfolded and placed around her rump. A final flash of telekinetic magic and the diaper’s tapes were securely fastened. After a quick check to make sure the tapes were tight and the leg, waist and tail gathers had a secure seal, she put the diapers aside.
And not a moment too soon. She sighed as warm pee flowed out of her and into the soft padding swaddling her rump. Thankfully, the diaper did its job, keeping her dry.
“Hey, hurry up in there!” a voice shouted through the locked door.
Vinyl’s horn flared to life as she unlocked the bathroom door. There, standing in the threshold was a grey pegasus. A lit cigarette dangled out of the corner of his mouth. The burning tobacco and the smell of his sweaty body did little to cover up the odor of the loaded diaper that the pegasus was wearing.
“Thank Celestia,” he muttered. “I’m starting to get a rash.” The pegasus bolted into the bathroom and locked the door.
No sooner had Vinyl taken a step away from the bathroom, the door opened. “Um, Vinyl,” the pegasus said, averting his gaze. “Could you…um, change my diaper, please?”
The unicorn DJ furiously blushed. “Uh, can’t you do it yourself?”
“I don’t know where the supplies are. And…” He blushed as he looked away.
Vinyl shrugged. It didn’t seem like that big a deal. After all, they rarely wore clothes. Not to mention, Vinyl wasn’t above asking a fellow DJ for fresh diaper or some help. “Sure.”
The two ponies trotted into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.
***
“So, what’s your name?” Vinyl asked as she got out a changing mat, foal powder, diaper rash ointment, wipes and a fresh diaper from her supplies.
“Stargrazer,” the pegasus replied as he lay down on the mat, trying hard not to squish the mess against his coat.
“Nice name. Mine’s Vinyl Scratch. Or DJ P-0n3.” Her horn flared as she undid the tapes of the diaper. She wrinkled her nose as she telekinetically snatched several wipes from the box and proceeded to wipe Stargrazer’s bottom. She tossed the wipes and the mess from the diaper into the toilet, wadded up the soiled diaper and tossed it into the trashcan. Several additional wipes left the pegasus’s coat clean, if slightly damp.
“So Vinyl,” he said as he watched the unicorn DJ levitate a diaper from the box and slide it under his rump. “Forgive me for asking, but why are you padded?”
“Too much Fire Ruby energy drink,” she said, dusting his rump and nethers with foal powder. As if on cue, a gentle hissing was heard as Vinyl wet her diaper – again – with a sigh. She then levitated over the tube of diaper rash ointment, squeezed a glob all over the pegasus’s private parts and spread it around.
The grey pegasus blushed furiously as the magical grasp spread the unguent on his genitals. “Uh Vinyl. I-”
“It’s okay. It’s not the first time I’ve changed a grown pony’s diapers.”
Stargrazer could only nod as the front of the diaper was pulled up between his hind legs and taped up. He then got back to his feet. A flash of blue magic secured the third tape for his tail. He wiggled his tail and hind legs. Satisfied that the diaper was fastened properly, he turned to a blushing Vinyl. “Thanks.”
Vinyl nodded. “Um, Stargrazer. Why are you wearing a diaper?”
“It’s so I don’t have to take breaks when I’m partying,” he replied. “By the way, good taste in diapers.”
Vinyl looked at the wall mounted mirror and then at Stargrazer. She cracked a smile. Both she and the pegasus were wearing identical white diapers. The tapes and gathers on them were a subdued light blue color and they were emblazoned all over with bright green squiggles reminiscent of an oscilloscope display. Of course, the major difference was that Vinyl’s diaper hung a bit lower – thanks to her having used it.
She then put the pacifier back in her mouth and continued suckling as she followed Stargrazer out of the bathroom.
***
The dance floor was alive with beams of multicolored lights slashing through the air. The tiles that made up the dance floor flashed in time to the pounding bass line of Galloping Pony (Rework mix) – DJ P-0n3’s remix of the classic electronic dance track. The unicorn DJ confidently strode past the crowd of dancing ponies, heedless of the pacifier in her mouth or the wet diaper on her rear.
She then relieved BLU FR05T, who had a rather obvious look of distress on his face. Vinyl chuckled as she watched him gallop to the bathroom. A smiled formed behind her paci as the mass of ponies ground and rubbed against each other; the crowd shifting and morphing like some giant amoeba. A hot blush rose on her face as a beam of green light caught four diapered ponies rubbing their padded flanks against each other.
Vinyl’s gaze lingered on the four ponies grinding on each other. A shudder ran down her spine as she drank in the erotic sight. A forehoof found itself between her hind legs as she began to press the wet padding against her body. She blushed as she felt a spreading warmth beneath her hoof as her bladder involuntarily released its contents. Nevertheless, she continued kneading the thick, warm padding against her body as she continued watching the four padded ponies grinding on each other. Her body shivered and pounded with the music’s bass line as she continued. The naughtiness of clopping in public along with the voyeurism heightened the tension that had built up inside her. The music began to fade out as her hoof moved faster and harder; all she could think about was how her privates begged for release and how-
“Yo Vinyl!” a voice shouted from the crowd.
Vinyl immediately returned to reality; her near-orgasm completely destroyed. Her face was practically ablaze as she turned towards the shouter – Spike. “Um, hi, Spike… What’s up?”
“Just wanted to ask if you’re taking requests,” the dragonet said, taking a gulp of apple cider. He then approached the turntables and leaned in closer to the DJ. “And what’s with the pacifier?”
Thank Celestia! I thought he had seen me clopping! Vinyl thought. “Well, they help with teeth grinding and jaw tightness that you get from taking certain drugs like Hydraoke. They’re common at raves,” she said. She then noticed the smile on Spike’s face and quickly added. “And no, they’re not legal!”
Spike shrugged. “Like anyone actually gives a buck?” He then headed back to the dance floor. “Oh, Vinyl,” he said, turning around and looking the DJ straight in the eye. “Nice diaper. Goes well with the music.”
Vinyl’s red face grew even redder, her horn flaring to life as the microphone floated in front of her. The intense drums gradually slowed down and faded out as the DJ spoke. “Hey, everypony! Our party’s wrapping up, so last requests of the evening!”
“Oooh! Oooh! How about Rainbow Hydra!” Pinkie Pie shouted as she bounced up and down.
Spike stopped his dance to facepalm at Pinkie’s choice of music. Please, no more bubblegum pop! He thought. “How about Sonic Rainboom!” he shouted.
“Chrysalis Queen!”
“Cadenza!”
Vinyl listened to the requests and nodded as she browsed through her collection of records. “And now for a piece inspired by Ponyville’s very own Rainbow Dash, Sonic Rainboom!”
Spike took off his fedora and waved it about enthusiastically. A scratch of record needle on vinyl disc was soon followed by buzzing synths and electronic drums.
The young dragon quickly found himself in the middle of an impromptu mosh pit. Blue and purple lights strobed over the dance floor as he tried to hold his own in the crush of sweaty pony bodies.
Pinkie Pie, on the other hand, was wildly gyrating her hips. Her glowstick laced tail smacked another pony in the face as she went through the frantic motions.
The dragonet inhaled the intoxicating scent of sweaty pony as he gyrated to the music. A particularly crunchy electric guitar solo caused him to thrust his hips forward. He smiled widely as he became lost in the driving industrial rock track.
Vinyl Scratch smiled as she watched everypony grind and bump against each other as they gyrated to the tunes she spun. As she bobbed and weaved to the industrial rock, she noticed that her diaper sagged lower than usual along with a growing sense of warmth in the back. Her eyes – thankfully hidden behind her signature sunglasses – widened in horror. No! It can’t be! She thought.
But it was. Over the scent of sweat and alcohol, the smell of her own shame reached her nostrils. As if guided by an outside force, she placed a hoof under her tail and gave the diaper a gentle press. The following warm, sticky sensation on her rump confirmed what she had feared.
She had messed her diaper. Blushing furiously, she turned to Electric Noise. “Could you cover for me? I have to use the bathroom.”
The stallion wrinkled his nose as the DJ passed by. “I think it’s a bit late for that,” he muttered. He then took his place behind the turntables.
***
“Oh for the love of Celestia!” Vinyl exclaimed as she stood in line for the bathroom. It was at this point she regretted holding the rave in her house. Several ponies were in front of her and at least two of them were in diapers. Nevertheless, she closed her eyes as she continued sucking on her pacifier in time to the music’s beat.
Several minutes later, as the opening bars of Rainbow Hydra began to play, the bathroom door opened and out stepped Spike. The DJ breathed a sigh of relief as Spike ignored her and headed back to the refreshment table. She then entered and slammed the door shut. In her haste to get into a fresh diaper, she forgot to lock the door.
***
Vinyl placed her pacifier by her toothbrush, lay down on the changing mat and undid the diaper’s tabs, being careful not to get the mess on her tail or on the mat. A flash of blue magic emptied the diaper’s contents into the toilet and tossed the soiled diaper into the trash can. Her nose wrinkled at the pungent scent of manure; she made a note to herself to get an actual diaper pail sometime.
She then wiped herself down as best she could and then climbed into the shower. The DJ sighed as the warm water washed away the grime that covered her body. A warm, spicy aroma filled the misty bathroom as she liberally rubbed shower gel all over her coat.
She stepped out of the shower and telekinetically dried herself off. She unfolded a new diaper and laid down on it when she heard the door open. “Somepony’s in here!” she shouted. But it was too late; Stargrazer had already walked in.
“Uh sorry, didn’t realize you were in here,” the pegasus said as he began turning around.
“It’s okay,” Vinyl replied as she started powdering herself.
“Want some help?”
Vinyl nodded. She squeaked in surprise as a blob of cold ointment was applied to her dock and the area under her tail. The DJ blushed as she felt Stargrazer’s hoof spreading the unguent all over her groin. In mere minutes, she had on a fresh diaper snuggly wrapped around her bottom. She then turned to the pegasus. “Thanks.”
Stargrazer was busy washing his mouth and front hooves in the sink. “You’re welcome.” He then trotted out of the bathroom, his wet diaper swaying as he did so.
“Stargrazer!” Vinyl shouted. “You forgot to change your diaper!”
The pegasus loped back into the bathroom as he grabbed a diaper from the opened pack underneath the bathroom counter. “Care to do the honors?”
Vinyl smiled. “I have to get back to my station.” She grabbed her pacifier and headed out of the bathroom.
***
An hour (and a diaper change) later, Vinyl had finished playing the last request. Through the windows, she could begin to see the first rays of sun. Everypony was spent – and quite a few were somewhat intoxicated as they filed out of the unicorn DJ’s house and stumbled back to their own dwellings.
Vinyl looked around the dance floor. Streamers, spent glowsticks, food and other detritus littered the area. The refreshments table was completely empty save for crumbs and a few uneaten snacks. The funk of sweat, alcohol and food hung thick in the air.
The DJ shrugged as she levitated over a leftover apple turnover to her mouth and ate it. She then heard some moaning behind her. She turned around and spotted Berry Punch passed out on her couch. An array of empty liquor bottles surrounded her.
Knowing what was going to come next, she galloped to the bathroom and grabbed a spare diaper. Without bothering to apply powder or ointment, she taped the diaper onto the drunken mare.
And not a moment too soon, as soon as the last tape as secured, a loud hissing became audible as the mare’s bladder gave way, causing her the rear and bottom of her diaper to swell up.
Vinyl bit her lip as she watched Berry Punch wetting her diaper. She prayed that the diaper held. After what seemed like an eternity, the hissing slowed and eventually died away. The DJ breathed a sigh of relief; now she wouldn’t have to clean up the enormous puddles of urine that Berry Punch tended to leave behind at parties.
The DJ ran to the bathroom and returned with two spare diapers, diaper rash ointment and some wipes. Vinyl quickly untaped the drunken mare’s sodden garment, tossed it in the trash, wiped her down, applied ointment and rediapered her. She then tucked the additional diaper under Berry’s forelegs, hoping that she’d get the message.
Vinyl was soon aware of a warm dampness between her hind legs. She sighed and trudged towards the bathroom. Right now, all the DJ wanted to do was get into a fresh, dry diaper and go to sleep. She’d clean up the mess once she got some sleep.
***
Spike carefully climbed up to the second floor balcony and opened the window. Luckily, it was still relatively dark and Twilight wasn’t up yet so the chance of him getting caught was very low.
The dragonet wriggled through the gap and closed the window as he made his way to his basket. He heard several crinkles and rustles as Twilight rolled over in her bed. That sound reminded him that he needed to fetch her incontinence supplies tomorrow.
Spike then hung his fedora on a clothes tree that he had acquired specifically for that purpose and crawled underneath the blankets of his basket. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A single image occupied his dreams: his love Rarity, clad in a thick, fluffy diaper and sucking on a pacifier.
Vinyl Scratch aka DJ P-0n3 is known throughout Equestria for her high energy raves. But those who have been to those raves have found a more...interesting side to the DJ. Can she keep up her cool reputation after an embarrassing incident at Ponyville's first rave?
