Waking up the following morning wasn’t pleasant, but he did it anyway, making sure to stretch out as much as he could to wake up his otherwise tense muscles. He let out a sharp yawn, then looked around to make sure nobody was looking. He transformed into his pegasus form, then took flight, heading in the direction of the market. There was 2 places he wanted to check for certain… One was the Castle of the Two Sisters (the new one, not the old one) and the second was… well…
He landed in the market square, looking around curiously for the nearest store that specializes in… nursery fare. He quickly laid eyes on a shop called “Powder’s Emporium” and if the baby bottle and pacifier on the sign hanging from a rod above the door was any indicator, he figured that’d be the best place to start. He darted into a bush, quickly took on the form of a female pegasus with random attributes, then wandered into the store, doing her best to appear as normal as possible.
The door opened and the entire place smelled like baby powder and formula, shelves lined with several varieties of diapers, pacifiers, baby bottles, crib kits and the like. Quickly going to the “Diaper” aisle, she scanned the shelves, casually wandering deeper and deeper, watching as the sizes went up and up and up. They stopped after “Toddler” sized, which made her frown.
“Hm… I suppose that getting them any bigger would require a custom order or something…”
“How much bigger are you looking for, ma’am?”
Wild jumped nearly out of her exoskeleton, thankfully keeping the disguise despite that, and looked at a periwinkle stallion who looked like he was in his late 40s, his aged mustache the same colour of ash.
“Oh, um… I suppose this sounds… rather unusual, but… my foal is getting awfully big, and despite all my effort, it seems like I won’t be able to properly potty train him for another year or so... “
The stallion raised an eyebrow, but kept his smile regardless. “Oh? How big is he?”
She gave him a nervous smile, looking a little embarrassed. “Um… Bigger than a toddler…”
“Hrm… Well, I still need a size, miss. How much bigger than a toddler is he?”
“Uh…” she trailed off, looking to the side as her cheeks began to become more red, “He’s… um… graduated pre-school.”
The stallion smiled a little bigger. “Miss, if I may?”
Wild blinked, nodding. “You may.”
“You’re not looking for these diapers for a foal, are you?”
“I...I’m not.”
“I thought you looked a little young. And when you said you had a foal that was bigger than a toddler, I knew what we were dealing with.” He chuckled, then waved her over to the front desk, then into a room behind a thick black curtain labeled “Employees Only”. Wild gasped as she saw a whole sectioned off part of the store that looked nearly identical, if it weren’t for the fact that the diaper packages were twice the size, and so was everything else.
Everything was adult sized. Pacifiers, diapers, cribs, clothes...
“So just to clarify, ma’am… Are these for you, or for a friend?”
Wild Card’s cheeks turned scarlet at the implication that ANY of these were for her, quickly shaking her head.
“Oh goodness, no, they’re for a friend!”
“He’s an awfully lucky friend, I take it, having someone like you to do this so secretly for them. I’ll let you do what you need, just bring whatever you have up to the front when you’re done.”
The stallion turned around and went back to the front desk, leaving Wild Card standing in shock at the hidden section of the store. Was… every store like this? Or were only special stores this way? How long had this gone unnoticed?! Surely someone would’ve said something about this at some point! And yet, here it was, a secret so closely guarded and respected that you could hide it behind a simple curtain.
She wasn’t certain what to do, so she quickly grabbed down two of the nearest packages of diapers, one blue-trimmed and one pink-trimmed, went to the front counter, paid for them, and walked out with a large silver bag bouncing on her side. They were surprisingly cheap despite their size, and now she had to figure out what to do with two packages of scented, stallion and mare-sized diapers. She took flight towards the pub from last night, landing inside and trotting in. Case Load wasn’t working that morning, for obvious reasons. She just hoped that she could convince the bartender that they knew one another…
“Excuse me, mister? This is going to sound strange. But could I leave my bags here? Case Load is a friend of mine, she said I could drop these off here for a while.”
The bartender looked at Wild curiously, then shrugged. “There’s some lockers in the back the employees use. Just use the empty one.”
“Thank you! Uh… Please don’t look in them, if I may ask? It’s… personal products.”
The bartender nodded again, waving a hoof. “I’m more respectful than that. I’ll make sure Casey knows.”
Wild smiled, then went into the back, stuffed the huge bags into the locker as best as she could, then closed it before quickly leaving, thanking the bartender before taking flight toward the Castle. She knew there would be absolutely no way for her to get close to the Castle, let alone the Royal Guards without a proper disguise, so she purposely flew into a cloud, which gave her just enough cover to pull off another quick change. A pink and orange pegasus flew in, and Princess Twilight came back out.
“Well, if it worked the first time…” she muttered with a smirk. Flying down to the main entrance, she approached the guardsponies who quickly stood at attention as she got close.
“Good morning, she said politely before walking inside, the doors opening before her at the hooves of two other guards from the inside. Geez, this is just a huge power play wearing this disguise… she thought with a big smile, and to anypony else it’d look like Princess Twilight was just… really happy. And why wouldn’t she be? She’s visiting her old mentor and friend, Princess Celestia herself.
Well, that’s exactly what she hoped ponies were thinking. After all, she was a changeling, not a mindreader. Wild discreetly started to use her changeling senses to scan every guard she came across, waiting until they weren’t looking to do it. Eventually however, it quickly got to be annoying. Most of these guards looked so similar. Sure, there was SOME differences, but at a distance, you might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack.
“I’m going to be here for DAYS…” she muttered, letting out a snuff.
“What was that, your Highness?”
Wild jolted upright, looking at a guard standing beside her the whole time. “Oh.. N-Nothing, carry on.”
The guard looked puzzled for a moment, then nodded and began to trot back to his post before Wild realized he likely had some information. “Oh wait a moment!” The guard stopped, turned on a dime and stood upright again.
“Yes your Highness! Is there something you need?”
“I… am… looking for a certain recruit, perhaps you can help me. His name is White. He has a scroll for a cutie mark, was recently sent on an escort for Princess Celestia…?”
“Of course, your Highness. He’s on duty, guarding the Royal Archives today. Would you like me to escort you?”
“That won’t be necessary. Thank you. That’ll be all.” Wild said with a big smile, waving her hoof. The guard nodded curtly before turning around and continuing to his post. As soon as the guard was out of sight, she started toward the Royal Archives. As an infiltrator, she’d only ever heard rumors of the Archives. It was every changeling spy’s dream to set hoof into the Archives! Thankfully, that life was behind her. She was way beyond that life. Absolutely. Completely.
...So naturally, as soon as Wild set hoof into the Archives, she fangirled harder than she’s ever fangirled before. Think of all the knowledge! The information! The magic! Oh, the things she could do
with-
She quickly slapped herself. “Calm down, Strider…” she muttered under her breath, “Just cause you're disguised like Twilight doesn't mean you gotta geek like her. Besides, the intel you really want it way more valuable.”
Wild Card’s gaze followed the trail of pink, looking around before finally laying eyes on a huge, hazy cloud she couldn’t see through. A quick blink back into her normal senses revealed the oh-so-familiar White standing behind it. She trotted right over and gave him a big smile.
“Hello White!”
“Hello, your Highness! What brings you to the Royal Archives?”
Wild opened her mouth to answer, but paused when she realized that saying, ‘stalking you to figure out why you output so much love and also why you turn into a titanic diaper-wearing performer at night, in a bar you can’t talk about legally,’ likely wouldn’t be a very reasonable, or sane, thing to say. Wild swallowed at the thought of being banished for eternity to a dungeon outside of Equestria! Or worse… Back to her old hive.
“Your Highness?” White said, blinking and beginning to look concerned as ‘Princess Twilight’ seemingly began to short-circuit.
“I… actually forgot! Pardon me!” And with that, Wild quickly absconded, running out the Archives and down the hall, stopping around a corner to catch her breath. “I… need… a better… plan.”
She began to pace quietly in the hall, muttering different plans to herself as she did so. There had to be some sort of way to get White to herself so that she could concentrate on this mystery. But if his days are spent as a guard, and nights spent as… whatever ‘Princess’ was… That didn’t leave her a lot of time to work with. Especially if White slept during the afternoon, which seemed likely, considering how much energy ‘Princess’ had at the bar.
That’s when something clicked in her brain and she grinned, before quickly darting towards the Throne Room.
“Twilight! What a lovely surprise!” Princess Celestia chirped, smiling warmly at her graduate. “How goes the Friendship School?”
“Oh, um… great! It’s going great! Princess, I was wondering if I could request something… odd. You see, there’s this guard, his name is White. My brother knew him when I was growing up and so I met him a lot in my childhood. His… ah… birthday is coming up soon, and I thought I’d surprise him with a trip to Ponyville, ya know, to show him around! Could I schedule a paid vacation for him?”
Princess Celestia chuckled and nodded, waving her hoof dismissively. “Oh of course, Twilight! I’m sure he’d love that!”
“Great! Would two weeks be too much time?”
“Not at all. He’s been seeming a little antsy lately, so this might do him a lot of good. In fact, why don’t we start his vacation right away? Just tell him that we’re giving him two weeks off, paid vacation, by order of… Well I guess you! You’re a princess just as much as I am now, after all!” She giggled into her hoof, then smiled warmly. “You really are a good friend, Twilight.”
Wild gave her a polite nod, smiling back at her with a lying muse. “Thank you, Princess. I’ll be sure to tell him right away!”
Wild returned to the Royal Archives, going right back over to White and giving her best dismissive chuckle. “Silly me! The reason I came to find you was to tell you that I’m giving you two weeks paid vacation! Starting now!”
“You are?” he said, sounding surprised, then quickly caught himself. “I-I mean, you are, your Highness?”
“Yep! You’re relieved of duty for the next two weeks! By order of… uh… me!”
White blinked, then smiled. “Well, if you insist, your Highness! Thank you!”
“Of course! Enjoy your two weeks off!”
White quickly cantered off toward the barracks, and Wild Card watched him leave before letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Alright, that bought me a lot of time. His days are freed up, so now I can work on squeezing some information out of him.” she muttered under her breath, “I just gotta figure out where he lives…”
Wild tried to shake off the feelings of guilt he had while he snuck out of the castle. They lingered as he turned back into a pegasus. He didn’t feel right lying to both a princess AND a guardspony in the same day, but on the same end, he was running out of options. Hiding near the entrance to the courtyard, he watched as White came out sans armor, and took to the skies to get to his house. Wild waited for a few extra moments, then took flight after him, keeping a decent distance so that it wasn’t obvious he was following him.
Finally, White landed in a middle class neighborhood at a pretty normal looking house. Wild wasn’t certain what he expected. He went into a bush, transformed into a bird, then flew back out and landed on a powerline adjacent to the upstairs window of the home. White entered the room Wild was looking into and let out a soft sigh, stretching to loosen up from the armor he had to wear before turning and sitting at a desk with what looked like a plastic tablet of some kind.
Wild watched as the tablet was separated into two halves, attached by a hinge on the far side, recognizing it, but only barely, as a laptop. He’d only seen advanced tech like laptops, cellular phones and the like a few times before in his infiltration missions, but had never used one. Too confusing. White opened a program… an internet browser, Wild remembered… and went to a site that depicted what looked like a plain white piece of paper. He opened a file, and the plain white paper became black suddenly, and several paragraphs in white appeared.
He scrolled down to the most recent paragraph, which seemed unfinished, and smiled. “Alright, time to get to work~”
There was several moments of inactivity and Wild looked confused. At least, as confused as a bird could look. White was just sitting there, hooves on the keyboard and staring blankly at the screen for several minutes before there was a frustrated huff and he closed the laptop.
“Figures. Two weeks paid vacation and I can’t even write. Why’s it so much easier to think away from my laptop?” he paused, “Well, when I’m standing around doing nothing at work, I don’t have a million things distracting me. Bluh…”
Wild deadpanned through the window for a few moments more, then flew down into an alley and turned into his pegasus form, going over to the door to knock but heard hoofsteps coming closer. He quickly turned himself into the first thing he could think of, which was a bunny, and hopped a few feet away and pretended to be incredibly interested in a small patch of grass that managed to push its way between the sidewalk stones.
The door swung open and White stepped back outside, taking a short, but deep breath before starting down the road, Wild only barely catching him mutter, “Maybe a walk will help get the creative juices flowing.” He waited for a few moments longer, then bounded into the alley again and turned back into his pegasus form, stepping out and looking down the road after him, scowling more out of frustration than actual anger.
“Alright, White… Let’s see what you come up with.”
He cantered after White, but made sure to make it seem like it wasn’t intentional. This sort of thing was something he was great at, being able to stalk ponies for upwards of several hours if need be. It was a skill many drones could use practice on. Or at least, that’s what he remembered.
He started to make a bullet-style list of traits White exhibited as he tailed him, muttering quietly under his breath.
“He’s polite, amiable, and humble. Not quite quiet, but not quite talkative either.”
This sort of thing was just habit at this point. Whenever he had to do infiltration missions, he’d tail the pony he was planning on using as a disguise and get a mental list of their most noticeable traits. Of course, he had no intention of disguising as White and becoming his doppelganger, but some habits are just too hard to break.
However, a pony can only go so long being followed before they become suspicious. That’s where the disguises come in. Every now and again, he’d swap to a new look in the same quick-change fashion he was used to. He’d pop behind a bush, walk past a crate, or ‘accidentally’ knock over a tarp and get covered by it. It was pretty easy to change in public, it was pretty hard to keep following a pony at the same time, however.
He must’ve been following White for at least 20 minutes before he finally came across something of note. A mare was walking, carrying two rather heavy looking grocery bags on her sides before the bottoms of the bags split open and spilled her goods all over the sidewalk. Wild had to do everything in his power to not burst into a fit of giggles at her misfortune, but this was quickly cut short when he saw White break into a run. He watched as White got new set of bags from a merchant, went right over to the mare, and helped gather all of her groceries into the new bags.
Wild looked on in surprise, with a hint of guilt tugging at him from almost laughing at the poor mare rather than do what White did. Something else he noticed was… the mare started to exude more love than she was previously. Not completely out-of-the-ordinary, he supposed. Ponies like it when others do nice things for them. Strictly out of curiosity, he concentrated on the mare for a moment, watching as what used to be a barely noticeable haze quickly became almost opaque, then he glanced at the titanic cloud that was White and nearly fell over.
The cloud must’ve doubled in size! He stared in awe at the massive cloud as he walked, only to crash muzzle first into a lamp post and actually fell over. White didn’t seem to notice, ironically, and continued to walk. Wild scowled a bit and stood back up, only a tiny bit jealous at the grocery-toting mare.
It took a minute and another disguise swap to catch up to White, about a block away now. He focused again, watching the huge hazy cloud from a distance, then shook his head as his muzzle pulsed in pain from crashing. He sighed a bit and looked back up, seeing White holding a door open for a stallion carrying a huge crate on his back. Wild did his best to concentrate past the pain, watching as the huge cloud only got bigger. At first he expected it to be from the stallion’s love mixing with White’s love, but no, it was easily the size of three grown ponies. He shuddered, accidentally getting a quick whiff of it. It was so intoxicating...
He rubbed at his muzzle, as if trying to wave away the scent of White’s affection toward others. He ducked into an alley for a moment, turned back into his pegasus form, then stepped out into the street, focusing on the huge cotton-candy monster of a pony. If Wild was able to see past the cloud, he would’ve seen that White began to walk by a fan sitting on one of the merchant’s stands. Wild blinked as the cloud suddenly stretched out in his direction, catching him completely off-guard. He gasped, which only served to make the situation worse… That flavor! That scent! It was unlike anything Wild had ever tasted! And it was fantastic! He stopped to just bask in the love for a few moments, taking in slow, languid breaths as he became completely lost in the moment.
Moments felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. Time was nothing but one big blur to Wild as he fed from White without even realizing he was doing it. It all just felt so natural! So inviting! Everything was great for those few minutes. He never wanted to leave. But alas, it came to an abrupt end as White finally passed the fan in its entirety, and as a result, the love eventually faded. Wild pouted as he watched White walking away, but that was quickly changed when he heard the sound of a carriage coming towards him. Turning his head, his eyes widened as he saw a huge cart speeding towards him, the driver waving his foreleg at him to get out of the way.
“MOVE IT MISTER! I CAN’T STOP THIS THING!!”
Wild gasped and braced for impact, clenching his eyes shut. There was an impact alright, but it wasn’t from a carriage against his exoskeleton. It was from a pair of hooves wrapping around his front in a full-body tackle. His eyes rattled around in his head for a moment before he managed to stop seeing double, then looked around. He was laying on his back, and a familiar white pegasus was laying nearby, on his front, before standing up and dusting himself off.
Ponies cheered around them for a few minutes as White helped Wild up, giving him a relieved smile.
“You okay? You were almost a pancake for a minute!”
“Y-Yeah I’m fine! You… you saved me!” Wild exclaimed, wide-eyed.
“Of course I did! I couldn’t stand by and watch you get run over!”
Wild blinked, then looked at White’s front, seeing what looked like-
“Oh my Celestia, you’re bleeding!!”
“What?” White looked at his chest, then laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no no, that’s not blood! That’s strawberry jam.” He pointed his hoof towards a smushed pastry, the only actual casualty of the past few moments.
“Oh, geez, sorry Wh- er.. M-Mister.” Wild said, rubbing his foreleg. “I’ll get you a new one.”
“Hey, that’s not necessary-”
“No, I insist! You saved me, it’s the least I can do.”
White continued to try to refuse, but Wild wasn’t taking no for an answer. They walked back to the bakery White had purchased the strawberry pastry and Wild paid for a new one, getting one for himself before turning back to his savior.
“What’s your name? Just so I know who saved my life~”
“My name is White! And really, it’s no big deal~ What’s your name?”
“Wild Card.” Wild said with a smile, completely disregarding the fact that he was supposed to be tailing him in secret.
“Wild Card, huh?” White said, donning a slightly nervous disposition, but kept a polite face. “It’s nice to meet you! Even if our first interaction is me shoving you out of the path of a runaway cart.”
“Well if we hadn’t met, I’d be flatter than your strudel!’
The two of them shared a laugh, and White looked at the pink stain on his chest. “Hehe, yeah~ Better it be the strudel than a pony if you ask me. So what happened anyway? Did you just… absently walk into traffic?”
“Er… y-yeah.” Wild’s cheeks suddenly became scarlet as he looked away, shrugging. “Yeah we’ll go with that.”
The two of them sat down and began to talk, something that was rather unheard of when it came to tailing ponies. But it was such a nice contrast, Wild didn’t see anything wrong with it at all! White told him about his hobbies, Wild shared some of his hobbies back… It was such a pleasant early afternoon chat. They got so lost in their conversation, that they even had a second pastry each~
Eventually, it came to an end and White had to go back home. “Aw, you can’t stay a little longer? We were having so much fun!”
“I would, but I’m pretty tired. I think I’m gonna take a nap. Maybe we can hang out again sometime!”
“I sure hope so. Thanks again for saving me!”
“That’s the 5th time you’ve said that!~” White teased, giggling.
“I know, I’m just really grateful!”
White smiled warmly and Wild could practically feel the cloud only grow even bigger. However, he had to go, so go he did. Wild sighed happily, leaning back in his chair and relaxing for a few extra moments before his eyes popped open as he came to the realization of what just happened.
“Oh Celestia damn it,” he said, slapping his forehead with a hoof.
Several hours later, Wild was stood in the back room of the bar while Case Load stared incredulously at him, tapping her hoof on the floor.
“Strider, do you mind explaining why there’s two titanic packages of you-know-whats sitting in my locker?”
“It’s a long story…” Wild said, looking to the side with pink cheeks. “The short version is that ah… certain stores have… special ordered supplies for certain customers.”
“That doesn’t explain why you thought it was appropriate to leave them here of all places!”
“I don’t exactly have a house in Canterlot, Case! I needed somewhere to dump my stuff and I had to think on the fly! Look, I’ll get rid of it by tomorrow.”
Case sighed, rubbing at her face with her hoof. “Whatever… What did you find out about your friend?”
“Well, I got him the next two weeks off with some string-pulling…And...then I was almost hit by a carriage. He saved me though, and we hung out for a while and chatted in a bakery.”
There was a few moments of silence as Case deadpanned at him. “What?! I still got some information! He’s a writer, he lives in a middle-class neighborhood in a two story house, he likes strawberry pastries...I wasn’t only goofing off…”
“Hm… Well, it took some digging, but I can confirm that the padded pop star you saw in the bar was indeed White.”
“How’d you find that out?”
“Ah tah tah. A magician never reveals their secrets. Now you know what they’re one and the same. If I were you, and thank Celestia I’m not you right now… I’d do some field work.”
“Field work…? What do you mean field work?”
Case Load suddenly grabbed the package of stallion-sized blue trimmed diapers and shoved them against Wild’s chest with a low brow. “You get into your disguise, go to that bar, and do some detective work. Like a spy should.”
Wild frowned, holding the diaper package against him as Case took her hoof away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do. And by the sounds of it, you do too.”
Wild let out a sharp sigh and grabbed the bags of diapers, then flew off into the night towards Princess’ Playhouse. Dropping into an alley nearby, he found an abandoned crate to store the diapers in. He threw the first package he grabbed into the crate, then opened the second one, took one out, and threw the open package in with the others before putting the lid onto it. He went around the side of the bar where he found an open window to the bathroom, then climbed in.
As soon as he was back on his hooves, he looked at the diaper he grabbed and dropped it immediately. It was a mare’s diaper. He had mixed up the packages in the darkness of the alley!
“Oh you have got to be kidding me…” he groaned, looking at the pink-trimmed diaper disheartenedly. Knowing it was just easier to work with what he got, he went into a stall, put the crinkly undergarment on, which fit perfectly, surprisingly… and stepped out of the bathroom and into the bar. Thankfully, he saw a few other stallions wearing similar-styled diapers, so he wasn’t too embarrassed anymore.
Quietly, he meandered his way over to an empty booth, then went alllll the way into the back corner, making sure he was out of sight of the main stage so he could think for a few minutes without being interrupted by-
“HELLLLLOOOOO EVERYPONYYYYYYYY!!”
….her.
Princess began her routine as ponies cheered, and Wild did his best to stay out of sight. He heard heavy hoofsteps come down from the stage as Princess happily interacted with her patrons, hugging them, nuzzling them, and just generally being hard to ignore. She loved the spotlight, Wild gathered. She also seemed to love everypony here.
Wild began making a mental bullet list like before, keeping out of sight for as long as possible. She liked to call other ponies here ‘babies’ regardless of age, and because this was a bar, everypony here was legal to drink, so… no actual children. She also liked to tease it seemed. She was intuitive, able to pick up on subtle hints.
Wild could hear the thumping from before only increase in volume, making a mental note to talk to the DJ at some point and tell them that their audio mixer needs adjusting. This much bass was making his teeth rattle.
Hugging and cradling ponies was one of her favorite things to do with her patrons. She seemed to know several of them, if not all of them, by name and doesn’t seem to forget a face.
Wild’s train of thought was interrupted however when he noticed that the ambient lighting of the bar suddenly became rather dark. Looking at the wall across from him, however, indicated that it wasn’t that it had darkened… it was being shadowed. Shadowed by something big. VERY big.
He slowly looked straight up, seeing Princess was leaning over the booth, head resting in one hoof as she smiled warmly at him like a big sister would do to a baby brother.
“Uh…H-Hello… P-Princess.”
Her smile was huge (though not nearly as big as her) as she said, “Welcome back, Wild~” before suddenly coming around, moving the table out of the booth, and then getting into the booth beside him, sitting down and taking up practically the whole thing, smushing Wild with her titanic flank before pulling him up into a tight snuggle against her bosom.
“Heyy, what are you doing all by yourself, big boy? You’re missing out on the show, and more importantly, you’re missing out on me~ Perhaps you need some… encouragement?~”
Wild tried to say something but his words were muffled.
“Aww, too stunned for words~ I think I’ve got a cure for that!” She giggled and hugged him a little tighter, then got out from the booth and started to walk back towards her stage, letting Wild breathe. He gasped and panted a bit, coughing before looking around, seeing himself getting carried away.
“H-Hey wait! Where are you taking me?!”
“You’re so uptight, you need to relax a little more! Bartender, can I get my lil baby here a strawberry margarita? And make it a big one, he seems pretty thirsty!”
“I don’t need a strawberry margarita! I… wait, how big is big?”
Princess smiled warmly at him as she continued toward the stage, almost a sly grin. Almost. “I thought that’d catch your attention.” Wild turned to look at the bar, seeing the bartender mixing the cocktail in a shaker that was easily twice the size of what it should’ve been. Thankfully the bartender was a unicorn and he was using his magic, otherwise he wasn’t certain a pony of even Princess’ size would be able to hold it logically.
Before long, they were up on the stage and the bartender flung what looked like a huge pink baby bottle up to Princess, who caught it with an outstretched wing before tossing it up to her front and catching it in her free hoof and offering it to Wild. Wild wasn’t certain how he felt about drinking a cocktail out of a baby bottle, but… a cocktail was a cocktail. He grabbed it and began to suckle happily, thoroughly enjoying the sweet and tangy flavor of strawberry alcohol.
“There you go, drink up~” she cooed, soon rubbing behind his ear with her free hoof as she looked out at the crowd, “Alright everypony, I think I’ve found my snuggle partner for the night~ And what a snuggle partner he is~” The crowd let out a chorus of endearing awes as Wild continued to drink from the bottle, the alcohol quickly doing its magic of lowering his inhibitions.
“Now, now, there’s more than enough Princess for all of you~ A quick hiatus and I’ll be back to grace you with my presence~ As if I could stay away from this crowd for too long! Or, better said, as if this crowd could stay away from me~”
She looked down at Wild with a big smirk, rubbing behind his ear again. “So, big boy, what do you say to a nice, long snuggle session in the VIP room? Just me and you?~ Lots of cuddles, lots of smothering, lots of love…”
Wild’s ears perked up at the mention of “love” and immediately nodded without thinking, the bottle still firmly in his mouth as he continued to drink. Or perhaps he just didn’t want to think, he just wanted to relax and let someone else do the thinking for him for once. Either way, he figured, I get fed, I get drinks, and I get to learn a little more about Princess. It’s a win-win-win!
The huge pony smiled a little bigger, then turned and began to walk back toward the curtains leading backstage. “Great~ I promise this is going to be a night you’ll never forget~ After all, who could forget a face like mine?” She planted a loving nuzzle against his forehead, making Wild curl his head in a bit and smile bigger than he’s smiled in a long time.
As soon as they were backstage, Princess smirked and whispered to Wild, “Nice to see that you’re actually wearing a diaper this time. You’re gonna need it.”
Wild’s cheeks flushed, then he furrowed his brow as he pulled the bottle from his mouth. “I… beg your pardon?”
“Your diaper, you weren’t wearing one last time we met,” she said, looking ahead towards the VIP room, “It was some sort of illusion or fake diaper. Pretty convincing costume, if you ask me.”
“You… knew it was fake?” Wild muttered, sounding more ashamed than embarrassed, but Princess suddenly tickled his underside and made him giggle, kicking his hind legs.
“Of course I did~ But don’t worry, I’m not mad~ Lovely choice of diaper by the way~ It’s not everyday I see a cross-gendered diaper on a newcomer!”
“Oh y-yeah.. Ehehe… um… They were out of… boy diapers,” he muttered, looking to the side as his cheeks became red, then he quickly looked up at her. “And.. wait what did you mean ‘I’m gonna need it’?”
Princess didn’t answer, instead she just entered the VIP room, smiling at him. “Welcome to my personal slice of heaven~”
Wild gasped, looking into a huge bedroom with reddish-purple walls, a huge velvety bed, a lit-up vanity, a dresser with drawers big enough for a full grown pony to sleep in… It was exactly what you’d expect from a bedroom for a pony of Princess’ stature.
“It’s… beautiful, Princess!”
“I know!~ And it’s gonna be your personal snuggle dungeon for the next hour or so~ I can’t keep my adoring fans waiting too long, now can I?” She walked over to the bed, kicking off her high heels before sitting on the edge of the bed and smiling at him.
“So, Wild, what’s your pleasure? Do you like rough stuff? Smothering? I aim to please and I intend to help you live out every little fantasy going through your head~”
“I… um…” Wild went dead silent, turning bright red and looking away, “um...I don’t know, this has all gone so fast!”
“Aww, is my lil baby getting cold hooves?” she cooed, then hugged him against her bosom again, cuddling him like a teddy bear, “Hehe, lemme warm up your frozen tootsies~”
Wild gasped a bit, forgetting for just a moment who he was dealing with, and getting another deep inhale of that intoxicating flavor, which was more than enough to make him practically melt in Princess’ forelegs. The rest of the night was nothing more than a pinkish blur for Wild. Everything just sort of… happened and then it was over. If he was asked to describe the events, one would find him unable to remember much of anything aside from “pink” and “warm”. Whatever happened though, he found himself waking up laying on a cardboard slat in an alley a few blocks away.
Opening his eyes, he let out a pained groan from the pounding headache he had, as well as from the light shining from the sun beaming high overhead. Clenching his eyes shut, he slowly stood up, letting out a low groan for the second time that morning as he stretched his stiff joints and… that’s… new. He wasn’t certain if it was the hangover or if it was the stiffness, but for some reason, his hips felt… heavier. A lot heavier actually. Craning his neck to look over his shoulder, he could see that he was still wearing the diaper from last night.
He looked forward again, blinking a few times before his eyes bugged out and his entire face became a brilliant scarlet color, the realization setting in very quickly. Off came the diaper and he flew to the nearest raincloud, giving it a swift kick before darting underneath the shower it produced. He sat under the now empty cloud for a few extra moments, soaking wet.
“Nobody can ever know about that.”