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Oct
1st
2016

Third chapter of Don't Fear The Storm rewritten · 10:17pm Oct 1st, 2016

I rewrote the third chapter of the story. It now is almost twice as long and also includes a scene where RD does cute foal-like stuff while only being semi-aware of it. Also changed some things to the encounter at the end, such as a more obvious regression of RD's mind and a bit more details on what she thinks about her diaper's state over the course of the chapter.

The last thing was really important and needed to be rewritten for the sake of creative righteousness.

And not satisfy mine sick mind.

Have a smaple changed scene to see how things got new and exciting:

Yet better wasn’t good, she noted as the padding between her legs felt so much more obvious to her now. It felt bloated and soggy, which Rainbow Dash figured could only mean one thing.

Was changed to:

Yet better wasn’t good, she noticed the moment thereafter. As the world came into focus she immediately noted that the padding between her legs felt so much more obvious to her now. It was bloated and soggy, which Rainbow Dash figured could only mean one thing.

Her eyes remained on the ceiling as she felt her cheeks grow warm. Whatever she held in her arms, she pressed it even closer to her chest. “I wet the bed,” she murmured.

No, that would’ve been one thing. She didn’t just wet the bed.

She wet a diaper.

Somepony had expected this to happen and gone out of their way to dress Rainbow Dash for the occasion. For all she knew they might’ve gone so far as to cover the mattress with a rubber sheet. Now that she thought about it, what if she leaked? What if a rubber sheet was necessary, too? What would her friends think of her? What would the Wonderbolts think? And what would Scoots think once she found out her idol turned into diaper-wetting foal.

Her arms moved up and she lifted whatever she held to eye-level with her. It was a plush toy, a pink and pale blue griffin like she used to own, when having plush toys was still age appropriate.

“April Storm,” she mumbled her old plushie’s name. “If I move my head, it’ll be a nightmare, huh?”

The animal didn’t move, so Rainbow Dash imagined it to say, “Yes.”

“Well,” the pegasus said, not knowing herself whether she was being sarcastic or not, “at least I have company to help me through the shock.”

April Storm didn’t move, so Rainbow Dash imagined her to say, “I’m with you all the way.”

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