//------------------------------// // Chapter Two Rainbow Make Her Decision // Story: Dashie and The Padded Bolts // by freedome blitz //------------------------------// Rainbow quickly went to work on cleaning up her sheets, throwing them into the laundry. She still couldn’t believe she’d wet her bed like a little filly. She shuddered to imagine what would’ve happened if it had been at one of her sleepovers with her friends, or even worse at the barracks on the rare occasion she had to stay overnight. Once her sheets were washed and dried, Rainbow decided to take a shower so as to wash off the stench of urine clinging to her coat. The longer it lingered the harder it would be to get it off. The speedster rushed across to her bathroom and instantly turned the bathtub faucet so that it was super hot. When the shower started to steam, Rainbow stepped in and almost yelped in surprise! “Horse apples! What was I thinking?! It doesn’t need to be that hot!” She carefully lowered the temperature to a more manageable level, before she took a brush and a bar of soap to start cleaning herself off. As Rainbow went about cleaning her soggy plot, she couldn’t stop thinking about her accident. “I never did that, never! Why would I suddenly do it now?! Did I drink too much before bed last night? Maybe I didn’t go to the bathroom?” She thought, before a gulp forced its way out. “What if something else is to blame? What if that dream was real and I really did soak my flight suit in front of everypony?!” The cyan coated mare shook her head at the very notion. “No way! That couldn’t have been real! I always know when I have to go, there’s no way I’d ever wet my flight suit either accidentally or on purpose!” Yet strangely, the more Rainbow thought about her accident, the more she started to wonder if Spitfire was right about the need for diapers. She started thinking back to her filly years, when she’d worn pull-ups to bed every night until she was four and a half just in case she had an accident. How her parents had gently coaxed her through the whole process and reassured her. “Everypony wears pull-ups at some point. And you’re awesome whether you have accidents or not.” But when at last her parents told her she didn’t need pull-ups anymore, that she was officially past the bed wetting phase, Rainbow had felt kind of empty inside. Like it was a hollow victory. “I’m a big filly now.” She’d realized. At the time it had filled her with pride, knowing that she could parade about with nothing on her rump. But reflecting on it now, the mare found herself missing that comforting feeling of padding. Knowing that if she suffered an accident it was okay, somepony would be there to take care of her and that it was to be expected. Much as she may have hated her parents’ overly embarrassing behavior in public, in private a part of her missed that swaddling, smothering feeling of love and affection. Hopping out of the shower and drying off, Rainbow tried to push those feelings out of her mind. “I shouldn’t be feeling these things. I’m not some little filly, I’m a grown mare!” But another part of her mind retorted. “A grown mare who wet her bed for the first time in years. That’s not a very big pony thing to do, now is it?” Rainbow blinked, why had that thought entered her mind? She groaned, this was so stupid! Why was she having this discussion with herself? Her mind wandered to other things as the still relatively junior member of the Wonderbolts noticed that she should probably to go back to HQ to see Spitfire and give a reply. But she was still very conflicted. What if she had another accident or something? She had nothing to protect her, not even her flight suit. Yes, she probably wouldn’t have an accident, but could she afford to take the risk? Just to be safe Rainbow decided to use the bathroom before she left. She did so, thinking again about her accident as she sat on the toilet and how hard it would be to clean her flight suit if she soaked it. She feared that it would be just like Soarin yesterday, even down to the embarrassment of asking to be changed. Though she’d probably have to ask for one anyway if she wore a diaper, if she had trouble getting out of her flight suit as she sometimes did. After finishing her business, flushing and washing her hooves, Rainbow was out the door and flying back to the academy, still feeling conflicted the whole way there. Should she wear diapers to safe her flight suit and hopefully her reputation if another accident occurred? Or should she go without the undergarments and risk the humiliation of a mid-flight accident? Strangely, the mare was also thinking about the last time she’d wore diapers. How long ago that seemed, yet comfortable they felt around her rump no matter how thick they were. And how reassuring it was to know somepony was there to take care of her no matter what she did, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. But back then it had been expected for her to wear diapers, everypony her age did. Heck, Fluttershy had been in diapers until she was almost four. Rainbow distinctly remembered getting into fights to defend her friend over it. But even Fluttershy had learned to use a toilet and left her diapers behind. Even she didn’t wet the bed anymore. If even she didn’t need diapers, what reason was there for Rainbow to wear them, besides the fact that they were kind of comfortable and discreet? At last the cyan coated speedster reached the academy, landing firmly on the runway. She knew immediately that she had go look for Spitfire, who would no doubt be expecting an answer on the diaper proposal. Oddly though, she wasn’t in her office like Rainbow was expecting. Maybe she was showering, or even changing one of the other bolts? Rainbow headed to the locker rooms to see if any of her teammates could help her. To her surprise Spitfire was already there in and dressed in her flight suit, an obvious bulge indicating she was wearing a diaper. She seemed to be distant and shy for some reason, like she didn’t want anyone near her. She also appeared to be debating whether to sit down on a nearby bench. “Hey, Captain!” Rainbow called, catching her captain’s attention. Spitfire seemed to flinch and step back in surprise! Almost like she hadn’t wanted anypony to see her. “Is everything okay? You look like you don’t wanna sit down.” Spitfire stuttered for a second, before her voice found its usual confident tone. “Everything’s just fine, Rainbow Dash. My diaper is on a bit tight is all and I wasn’t sure if sitting down would make it feel better,” Then she cleared her throat and changed the subject. “I’ve been waiting for you to show up, you’re the last hold out on the new policy. So, have you decided?” At that Dash replied. “I have,” As confident as she could sound under the circumstances she declared. “I guess if it’s the only way I’ll be allowed to fly, I’ll wear the diapers. But it’s just a precaution, I don’t think I’ll need them. I already used the bathroom before I got here, and I’ll do it again right before I suit up.” “Excellent!” Spitfire smiled and trotted over to her locker, strangely enough it was in a slower than normal motion. “Her diaper must be on super tight!” Rainbow thought. “But why does it look so big? Did she buy a larger sized brand or something?” Spitfire threw open her locker, pulled out the same pack of Wonderbolts diapers from yesterday, and tossed them to Rainbow Dash. “Put these in your locker and make sure you don’t lose them! If you do, you’ll have to pay out of your own pocket for new ones!” She firmly instructed. “Putting them on is simple: Just unfold the diaper and lay it flat, then hold it out in front of you and put your legs through the leg holes. Be mindful of the tail hole too so you don’t pinch your tail and don’t make a mess trying to take ‘em off. Then make sure the tapes are fastened so the diaper doesn’t fall off. I might even suggest you put one on, suit up, and then do some test laps to get used to the weight.” “Will do, Spitfire, ma’am!” Rainbow saluted as she took the package of diapers, her flight suit, and rushed away to the changing rooms to suit up. As soon as Rainbow left, Spitfire breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, the coast is clear and I’m all alone.” She said aloud. The truth was, this whole time Spitfire had messed her diaper. Much like Soarin it had come without warning, one moment she’d felt the urge to go and the next her diaper had bulged in the back. Fortunately the absorbent filters contained within the diaper had worked like a charm, blocking the stench (so long as one wasn’t standing right next to the stinky Wonderbolt). Eager to get changed before she stank up the locker room, Spitfire trotted away to her office for a quick change. Good thing she’d thought to store some changing supplies and spare diapers in her office. She’d anticipated needing to change a teammate, but never imagined her being the one in need.