“No way! That is beyond uncool!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. Her statement was punctuated with a stomp of her hoof.
Twilight sighed. “Dash, the bathrooms at the gala will be extremely crowded. Besides, your, um” — she coughed — “issues.”
Dash sighed. “For the last time! I. Am. Not. Wearing. A. Bucking. Diaper!” She looked around Carousel Boutique. All around her were her friends, outfitted in their finest gowns in preparation for the Grand Galloping Gala. The pegasus herself, however, was nude as was her custom. Her elegant polychromatic gown and golden laurel leaf headband still lay on one of Rarity’s dressforms — like it had been for the past year.
“Dash, please. You’re making this far harder than it should be. Just put on a diaper and we can get going.”
“Um, Rainbow,” Fluttershy said softly. “We’re…um… wearing…” She blushed furiously. “Diapers,” she said last part in a barely audible whisper as she hid her burning face behind her pink mane.
Rainbow Dash cracked a smile and then fell back laughing, flailing her legs in the air as she convulsed with laughter. She then wiped some tears out of her eyes with a foreleg as she took a deep breath and got to her feet. “That’s rich!” She held out her left foreleg to Fluttershy. “Pull the other one too!”
Twilight sighed. Her horn flared lavender as her magical grasp lifted back the blue star adorned hem of her dress. Dash’s eyes widened in shock as she saw what was under the dress: a plain white double taped (and slightly damp) adult diaper.
The cyan Pegasus blinked her eyes rapidly as she stared at the garment wrapped around her friend’s rump. She looked at the others and then back to Twilight. She shook her head. It had to be trick of the light. There was no possible way that Twilight would be wearing a diaper. Let alone a wet one. “What?” she said, tilting her head in reply.
“I’m incontinent,” Twilight replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Inconti—what?”
The glow around Twilight’s horn died away as the hem of her dress fell back into position. She sighed as she felt her bladder involuntarily release a few spurts of urine, further dampening her diaper. “That simply means I can’t ‘hold it in’.” As if anticipating the pegasus’s next question she said, “Magic doesn’t help. In fact, incontinence tends to be a side effect of high powered magic.”
Dash tried to keep her face neutral even though inwardly she was laughing at the fact that Celestia’s personal student wore and used diapers like a foal. “Uh yeah, that doesn’t count because I am perfectly capable of holding it in.”
“I’m wearing them too!” Pinkie exclaimed. She reached a hoof back and flicked the rear of her dress over her back. Much to nopony’s surprise, a thick, pink diaper was wrapped around her hindquarters. Two blue and yellow diaper pins shaped like balloons secured the bulky cloth diaper in place.
Dash merely rolled her eyes. Pinkie’s diaper fetish was an open secret that nopony dared discuss. She coughed into her hoof. “Look, I appreciate the—”
“Aww. Are you sure you don’t wanna try it?” Pinkie cut in as she bounced in place, the rear of her dress falling back into place. She saw the unamused expression on Dash’s face and decided to try a different tact. “But diapers are soooo comfy! It’s like a big, warm fluffy pillow around your tush!”
Dash facehoofed. “Really?”
Rarity had finished doing a slight alteration on Twilight’s dress. “Pinkie!” she exclaimed as soon as she caught sight of the party pony bouncing in place. “You are going to ruin the dress!”
Pinkie immediately stopped bouncing in place. But the grin that split her face remained.
“Dash,” Rarity said. “These dresses require specialized care. Besides, the bathrooms at the gala will be crowded. With your ‘issues’, you may want to consider protection to avoid a committing a serious faux pas.”
“Ah.” The pegasus dismissively waved a hoof. “I can hold it.”
“For the whole night?” Twilight asked. “That’s not very healthy. And besides, few ponies can hold their—”
“Yes, we get the point,” Rarity said with a blush.
“No problem. I’ll just go in the bushes,” Dash said with a nonchalant wave of her hoof.
This elicited a gasp from Rarity. She knew Dash to be somewhat crude but to the extent of relieving herself in the bushes at the Grand Galloping Gala!?
Applejack trotted up to Dash and wrapped a foreleg around her neck. The pegasus’s ears pricked up at the sound of crinkling coming from underneath the farmpony’s dress. “Look, Ah ain’t exactly fond of wearin’ something that’s fer foals. But ya gotta understand that sometimes practicality overrides such concerns.”
“And this is coming from somepony who takes a leak behind the nearest tree whenever she feels the need,” Dash muttered.
“Tha’s somethin’ different. Nopony’s gonna care if I just ‘go’ behind some trees in Sweet Apple Acres. But at a fancy get-together, ya jes’ can’t do yer business behind some bushes. It’s indecent.”
Dash sighed. Applejack was right. Relieving oneself in public was grounds for an indecent exposure ticket. Doing so in Canterlot Castle was a guaranteed permanent ban from the grounds. And the Grand Galloping Gala was the best place to hobnob with the Wonderbolts. “All right,” she said. “Prove to me that Twilight and Pinkie aren’t bucking with my head and I’ll wear a diaper.”
The remaining five mares lined up in front of Dash. One by one they lifted up the hem of their dresses, revealing the diapers they wore underneath. Dash’s eyes widened as she saw the line up of diapered mares.
Rarity had on a rather thick cloth diaper. The diaper cover was lilac decorated with blue diamonds akin to the ones on her flank.
Applejack’s diaper was a plain white double-taped adult diaper like the one that Twilight wore (though of course, it was dry).
Pinkie had on her hot pink cloth diaper. And she seemed to be all too happy to flaunt it.
Fluttershy was blushing furiously as she tried to hide behind her mane. A forest green diaper with butterfly prints was wrapped around her rear.
Twilight curled her tail under her body to try and conceal her sagging diaper.
When Dash had absorbed all the sight before her eyes, the remaining five put their dresses back in position. “Okay,” she sighed. “I’ll do it.”
“Welcome to the club, Dashie!” Pinkie said.
Dash facehoofed. “Okay, let’s get this over with.” She stood in place and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see who powdered and diapered her. She opened her eyes in response to Rarity’s words.
“Now Dash,” she said, “what style of diaper would you prefer? We have cloth or disposable.”
Dash sighed. Never in her life had she thought one of her friends would ask her what diaper she wanted to wear. “Disposable.”
She levitated up a plain white two tape diaper like the one that Twilight wore. “Would you prefer a minimalistic design or” — she levitated up what appeared to be an oversized foal’s diaper (with only one tape), decorated with prints of stuffed animals and wooden ABC blocks — “something that brings out the inner foal?”
The pegasus groaned. Even if the diaper was covered by the dress she still didn’t want to wear one. But she made her promise and as the bearer of the Element of Loyalty, she couldn’t renege on it. But she never said that she would make it easy for Rarity nor did she say that she would enjoy being diapered. “The first one’s too boring. And the second one, really? You expect the coolest Pegasus in Equestria to wear something so foalish?”
Rarity’s horn flared blue as she put the two diapers away. The first one went into a plain cardboard box that read “Orion Incontinence Supplies: Protective Undergarments for Mares”. The second went into a box that was decorated in an eyecatching green and blue motif with yellow stars. The top flap had bubbly letters that proudly proclaimed “Soft Cloud”. She then dragged out a smaller baby blue box. This one had the brand name “Filly Dry” prominently printed on its sides and top. A picture of a diapered earth pony mare playing with a toy carriage was printed on the front. The box’s flap was wrapped in an azure glow as Rarity opened the box and levitated out a diaper.
“Okay, so maybe minimalism or foalishness does not fit you,” Rarity said as she unfolded the diaper with her magical grasp. “How about mature yet playful design?”
Dash snickered at the juxtaposition of “mature” with “diaper”. She then saw what Rarity was levitating; the diaper in question was plain white and decorated with green squiggles that looked like an oscilloscope display. “Ehh, I’ll take that but let’s try the cloth,” the pegasus said with a wave of her hoof.
The fashionista nodded and placed the diaper on a desk while she opened another dresser and pulled out five diaper covers which floated in midair, supported by the invisible grasp of Rarity’s telekinesis.
The pegasus put a hoof on her chin as she examined the diaper covers. One was an obnoxiously feminine design with pink and frills galore. Another was dark grey and emblazoned with golden thunderbolts. The third was a dark green piece of cloth with red apple designs. The fourth was dark magenta with pink and pale blue starburst designs. The final one was sky-blue with stylized cloud designs embroidered on it.
Dash scrunched up her face as she mulled over the choices. Disposable and go for thinness at the cost of crinkling? Or cloth and go for increased bulk and silence? In the end she made her choice.
“That one,” she said, pointing her hoof at the thunderbolt patterned diaper cover.
“Excellent choice!” Rarity exclaimed as she put the other diaper covers away. Her horn flared blue as she levitated out a bundle of thick cloth from a drawer right below the one where she kept the various diaper covers. “Now how thick would you like it?”
“Thin enough that I can hide it under my dress and walk normally but thick enough that it’ll keep me dry even if I have an accident.” Dash saw a smile from Pinkie Pie. “Don’t get any ideas!”
Rarity said nothing as she stuffed additional cloth squares into pockets in the rear and middle of the diaper. The front of the diaper already had some padding in it but not as much as the rear and middle. She then levitated it in the air. “Now Dash, would you prefer to put this on yourself or have somepony do it for you?”
Dash visibly blushed at this part. Ever since diapers had become a “suggested” (read: mandatory) item for long shifts on the weather team, she had been hopelessly incompetent at diapering and changing herself. Much to her chagrin, she always had to ask somepony else to do it. On the weather team, Cloud Chaser was happy — a little too happy, now that she thought about it — to help diaper and change her.
Down here, Fluttershy was the only pony willing to change a grown mare’s diapers. Dash’s face blazed like Celestia’s sun as she recalled her hospitalization several months ago.
“What’da mean I have to wear diapers 24/7!?” Dash screamed. Her blanket was thrown at the foot of her bed, exposing the hospital issue blue diaper wrapped around her rear along with bandages swaddling her legs.
The doctor seemed completely unfazed by her outburst as he placed her medical records on Dash’s tray table. “Rainbow Dash, our tests show that this crash has significantly affected your bladder and bowel control. However—”
“I know that! I’m wearing a bucking diaper!”
“Let me finish.”
Dash sighed and scowled; it was bad enough to be receiving this kind of news. Receiving it while she was in a wet diaper — an embarrassing reminder of her condition — was even worse. “Fine.”
“As I was saying,” the doctor continued, “your condition is curable with the proper exercises and spells.”
“Do I have to wear these things for the rest of my life?”
“It depends on how well the treatment goes. At best, you’ll never need them again. At worst, you’ll only need them at night.”
Dash sighed. “Well, it’s better than nothing.”
She spent the next few months living with Fluttershy — nopony else had space nor did they want to change and clean a grown mare. It also marked one of the few times she had worn a dress for everyday wear; this was something that, uncharacteristically, she had insisted on. At first, she refused to allow Fluttershy to deal with her personal needs but she relented after she suffered leaks and wet dresses thanks to improperly applied diapers. Of course, this did nothing to alleviate the burning shame she felt.
At the end of the regimen — only a week before the Grand Galloping Gala — she revisited Ponyville Medical Center for a follow-up visit. After hours of tests, Dash received the best news she had in months.
“Well, Ms. Dash,” the doctor said as he examined the medical records. “Your bowel function has returned to normal. Your bladder function is mostly normal except for—”
“Except for what!” Dash demanded as she slammed her hooves on the desk, causing the papers and pens jump with the impact.
The doctor adjusted his spectacles with a hoof as he spoke. “The muscle tone of your pelvic floor muscles is lower than average.”
“Which means?”
“It means that you may lose bladder control during intense exercise, laughing, sneezing or coughing.”
Dash’s face fell. The Wonderbolts would never accept her now! Who wants to go to an airshow and see a Wonderbolt wetting themselves? “How do I avoid this?”
“Well, you can wear ‘protection’.” Seeing the pegasus’s expression, the doctor changed tact. “Or you can empty your bladder before engaging in any strenuous activity.”
“Yeah, I’m staying away from diapers.”
Dash groaned as she recalled the whole episode. She had only minor leaks since then but she adamantly refused to wear diapers.
The pegasus sighed. “Can somepony do this for me?” she said, her face practically ablaze with shame.
“Um, Dashie, I’ll do it. That is, if you don’t mind,” Fluttershy said.
“Okay, ‘Shy,” Dash said. She then turned to the four other mares. “Some privacy please.”
The four other mares shuffled out the front door into the waiting carriage where Spike, dressed in a miniaturized tuxedo and top hat, held open the door for them. He then climbed into the driver’s seat and waited for Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash.
***
As soon as the boutique’s door closed, Fluttershy took the prepared cloth diaper and laid it on the tiled floor. Diaper rash ointment and foal powder had already been gathered and readied.
“Now Dashie, can you lay down on the diaper, please?” Fluttershy said.
Dash lay on her side and rolled onto the diaper. She lifted her legs into the air much like a foal would. She blanched as she saw Fluttershy approaching with a dollop of white unguent on her hoof. “Hey! I’m not a foal!” she exclaimed. Even though the athlete was willing to let somepony else change her diapers, she had her limits.
“But I already put this on my hoof and—”
Dash sighed and held out a foreleg. “Transfer it to my hoof!”
Fluttershy scraped the tacky substance onto the other pony’s hoof. Dash then liberally spread the ointment all over her groin, dock and rump. Unfortunately for Fluttershy, Dash’s method of spreading the substance looked extremely suggestive, causing the gentle pegasus to turn away, her face bright red.
“Okay, I’m done!” Rainbow Dash called.
Fluttershy, her face still ablaze, pulled the front of the diaper over Dash’s lower belly and waist and secured it using diaper’s handy snaps. Dash then stood up and allowed Fluttershy to secure the third snap for the tailhole. She flicked her tail and moved her hind legs to ensure that the gathers were all snug.
Dash looked at the garment adorning her rear. She scowled as she felt the garment hugging her rump and lower belly. Why the hay did I agree to wear a diaper? Of all the stupid things I did; this is probably the stupidest! The pegasus thought.
She was snapped out of her reverie by Fluttershy’s soft voice. “Um, Dashie, ready for the next part?” She nudged the garment to Dash who nodded.
In mere seconds, the diaper cover was snuggly wrapped around Dash’s rump. She looked at the thunderbolt adorned garment on her rear and sighed. “Well, I hope I don’t have to use this thing,” she muttered. Granted, she did wear (and use) diapers for flying long shifts on the weather team but it was something that she loathed.
Another few minutes and Dash was garbed in her gala dress and the golden laurel leaf headpiece was securely on her head. The two then trotted out of the boutique. Of course, they made sure to lock the door behind them.
***
Inside the carriage, which was dimly lit by glowing gems set in the roof and doors, the six mares were making themselves comfortable on the seats. As they shuffled around, they took extra care not to accidentally tear their dresses.
“Is everypony ready?” Spike asked through the small window in the front of the carriage.
“Yes!” the six mares chorused back.
“Okay, then it’s off to the gala!”
The carriage lurched slightly as the hired pullers leaned against their harnesses and dug their hooves into the ground. Soon, the musical rhythm of the trotting pullers and the gentle sway of the vehicle told everypony that the carriage was moving.
***
As the carriage headed out of Ponyville and onto one of the main roads heading to Canterlot, it soon became one of the many vehicles en route to the Grand Galloping Gala. Spike waved to one of the haulers of another carriage. He adjusted his top hat and bowtie. He saw the flashes of multicolored light in the distance that lit up the marble façade of Canterlot Castle.
***
“So is everypony enjoying their padding?” Pinkie Pie asked. The hem of her dress was hiked up, making her diaper visible to all. The rest of the ponies in the carriage tried not to stare at the padding swaddling their friend’s rump.
Not surprisingly, she got a multitude of reactions; none of which were positive.
Rarity blushed and in a true display of manners turned away and looked out the window.
“Um, Pinkie,” Fluttershy whispered, “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Pinkie, tha’s something ya don’t go ‘round asking ponies about,” Applejack replied, moving the hem of her dress to cover up her diaper.
“That’s not a polite thing to ask,” Twilight replied. Especially given the fact that some of us actually have to wear and use them. She thought.
“No!” Dash exclaimed.
“Aww, they’re—” Pinkie was silenced by an icy glare from everypony in the carriage.
Soon, the conversation died down was replaced by road noise.
***
Spike giggled a bit as he overheard the conversation through the small opening in the front of the carriage. He shifted position slightly as sitting on the hard wooden seat was making his tail numb.
Pinkie Pie likes diapers? Who knew? He thought as he kept his eyes on the road.
“We’re about forty minutes from Canterlot,” the lead hauler announced.
***
Dash looked out the window as she enjoyed the scenery in an attempt to distract herself from the urgent need to pee. She cursed herself for drinking all that cider before getting dressed for the gala. The pegasus fidgeted slightly in her seat as her sphincter threatened to fail.
Suddenly, she felt somepony’s hoof on her shoulder. The pegasus turned around and came face-to-face with Pinkie Pie.
“Yes?” she said.
“Wanna hear a funny story?” Pinkie asked.
“Like I have anything better to do.”
Pinkie then leaned in close and whispered something into Dash’s ear. She immediately clasped her golden-shod front hooves in front of her snout as she began giggling.
“Well, at least you are getting the laughter out of your system,” Rarity said. She didn’t bother to ask what Rainbow Dash found so funny; the fashionista knew it was something lowbrow and vulgar.
But laughter wasn’t the only thing that Dash was getting out of her system. Another whispered story from Pinkie and the speedster was chortling so loud that Spike could hear it. Suddenly, Dash’s laughter stopped and her eyes widened in shock as she felt a warm dampness spreading around her nethers.
Thankfully, her dress remained dry and unblemished.
She couldn’t believe what she had just done; she had drenched her diaper in front of everypony. Her face practically turned purple from shame.
“Somethin’ wrong, sugarcube?” Applejack asked.
“Umm…” Dash gulped. “I had an accident,” she said in a whisper.
“Shucks, that ain’t anything ta be ashamed of. Tw—”
An icy glare from the aforementioned unicorn silenced the farmer.
Dash said nothing but tried her hardest to ignore the sodden garment that chafed against her privates as well as the faint scent of urine. She sighed; Rarity was right, the diaper had saved her from even more embarrassment. “I hope they have fresh diapers at the gala,” she muttered under her breath.
***
Spike continued giggling as he overheard snatches of the conversation from inside the carriage.
“What’s so funny?” one of the haulers asked.
“Nothing,” Spike replied.
The dragonet sighed as he breathed in the cool night air and listened to the musical beat of the carriage haulers’ hooves. Thanks to the fact that many of the haulers wore enchanted metal horseshoes, the air came to life with the sound of tubular bells.
The hypnotic bells and pleasant night air soon had their soporific effect on the young dragon. He yawned as he adjusted his position in the wooden seat. A few minutes later, he had fallen asleep.
***
As the haulers continued on their journey, everypony in the carriage listened to the melodic chime and ring of tubular bells from the haulers’ enchanted horseshoes.
Suddenly, there was something else in the air — something not pleasant. It was an odor that pervasive scent of foal powder, diaper rash ointment and fine perfumes couldn’t hide.
Pinkie sniffed the air and scrunched up her face. Another, putrid odor joined the pleasantly scented carriage interior. From her experience foalsitting, she knew what that odor meant; somepony in the carriage had soiled their diaper.
The party pony shifted slightly in her seat as the fabric of her diaper smoothly glided over her nethers. Nope! I’m not the one who needs a changey-wangey! She thought. She giggled. Though I might need one soon!
Rarity on the other hand, simply levitated out a glass bottle of Cheval No. 5 (her favorite perfume) from a pocket somewhere on her gown and spritzed herself with the liquid. She inhaled the exotic, erotic scent of rose and sandalwood.
Applejack waved a hoof in front of her nose. “My, Ah think somepony jes’ dropped a load in their diaper,” she said as she stuck her face near the window to get some fresh air.
Rainbow Dash said nothing as she took the window opposite Applejack to breathe in some less foul smelling air. Well, it wasn’t me! She thought. I’d rather fight a dragon than take a dump in my diaper!
Fluttershy discreetly reached a hoof under her dress and gave her diaper a gentle press. As expected, it was slightly damp but otherwise clean. The pegasus silently thanked Rarity for making cloth diapers that were absorbent, comfortable, fashionable and most importantly, discreet.
Twilight bent her neck to hide her burning face. She silently hoped that somepony else had a dirty diaper but she knew that of her friends, she was the only one who was doubly incontinent. The unicorn raised her hindquarters slightly to make herself more comfortable. She frowned as she could feel something ever so slightly weighing her down — a telltale sign she’d messed her diaper. She wrinkled her snout as the odor of her own shame reached her nostrils. The unicorn shifted a bit, trying to find a position that was comfortable but wouldn’t smash the mess she had made in her diaper against her coat. She looked out the window; she could see the road that wound itself around the mountain and led to the gate of Canterlot.
The lavender unicorn groaned. She’d have to sit in her own manure until they got to Canterlot Castle. There, she hoped she could change into a fresh diaper before she met her mentor, Princess Celestia. She closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of tubular bells that filtered in through the windows — courtesy of the carriage haulers.
Twilight sighed. Her own incontinence; Dash’s bladder weakness; Pinkie’s diaper fetish; Rarity’s hatred of Prince Blueblood (he was a guaranteed guest) and Fluttershy’s infatuation with animals (and said animals’ shyness) all combined could only lead to one thing: the worst night ever.
