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// Chapter Five: A Change (Or Two) 
// Story: Dashie and The Padded Bolts 
// by freedome blitz 
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Rainbow continued to sob for a while as she just stood there, and Spitfire said nothing as she just stroked her fellow Wonderbolt’s mane. This was hardly the first time she’d had to comfort a Wonderbolt after a wet or messy (or sometimes both) accident.

Of course even she could only tolerate the stench for so long. Eventually, Spitfire started to slip back into her assertive, drill sergeant persona. “Alright, Crash, that’s quite enough! Quit feeling sorry for yourself, you big baby! One accident is not the end of the world!”

Rainbow shook her head, clearing her thoughts. The tears ceased. But a new feeling replaced her sorrow, one of anger. “I can’t believe I did this! I NEVER have accidents! Even though my parents wouldn’t have been hard on me, I never wet the bed after I was potty trained.” She complained quite loudly.

Spitfire just glanced at Rainbow Dash and replied. “Well, that’s what your diaper is there for. If you hadn’t been wearing it, you’d have ruined your bed sheets and probably your flight suit. And you know how much of a pain it is to wash,” Then she turned around. “Now stop whining and go see Soarin, he’ll get you changed into a fresh diaper.”

“I don’t wanna! I can change myself!” Rainbow firmly insisted. In truth she had never even touched a diaper, let alone tried to change one. But Pinkie Pie and the Cakes did it all the time with the twins (even if nowadays they didn’t wear diapers as much), and if a pony like Pinkie could do it then it couldn’t be that difficult, could it?

But the Wonderbolt didn’t get a chance to find out, Spitfire trotted up alongside her and not so subtly pushed Rainbow forward. “That wasn’t a suggestion, that a command, Crash! It’s far more efficient to be changed instead of changing yourself! Now get out of here, you’re stinking up the whole room! It’s gonna need an airing out!”

“But Spitfire-” Rainbow pleaded.

“I said now!” Spitfire firmly insisted. “Soarin should be just down the hall.”

With a gulp, Rainbow Dash reluctantly obeyed. Even in her current state she did not wanna disobey an order from Spitfire. She hesitantly trotted away, trying to ignore the squishing sensation as she was reminded of her dirty deed.







Fortunately for the stinky Wonderbolt, it seemed none of her other comrades were in need of a change as she made it down the hall to Soarin’s location.

The stallion didn’t appear to be very disturbed by the stench, or if he did he was doing a fantastic job of not showing it. “Had a bit of an oopsie, huh, Rainbow?” He spoke in what sounded like a coo. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us. Even Spitfire, don’t tell her I said that though. Or she’ll put me on changing duty permanently.”

“Seriously?! Everypony here has had an accident?” Rainbow pouted. “No wonder we need diapers,” She thought to herself. “Wait, what am I saying?! I just had one accident, that doesn’t mean I need diapers, right?” And blinked in surprise at the thought.

Soarin only snickered. “Hey, the diapers were Spitfire’s idea in the first place. She won’t say where she got it from, but I’m glad she did. Now I can’t imagine ever being without the protection,” He dug into the pocket of his flight jacket, pulling out a key. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and smelling nice.” He inserted the key into a nearby door, and he and Rainbow trotted inside.

Rainbow blinked in surprise at what greeted her eyes. A massive changing table that looked like it was big enough for four, no FIVE Wonderbolts! A huge collection of opened packages of diapers that would fit a grown pony with no trouble! And a huge canister of foal powder, a big pack of scented wet wipes, and a massive tube of rash cream! To say nothing of the many diaper pails, and the table’s padded surface.

In short, it looked like a gigantic nursery of some kind!

“Come on, Crash,” Soarin instructed as he flew towards the changing table. “You’re gonna get a rash if you stay in that thing much longer. Hop up on the changing table, I’ll take care of the rest.”

But the brash speedster stomped her hoof down in protest. “No way! I’m not getting changed on that thing! And I’m not putting on another diaper! All I did was suffer one accident, and it was probably because I didn’t go to the bathroom before bed. I can just clean myself up and shower, it’ll be like it never even happened!”

Soarin shook his head, flying towards Rainbow’s location. “Quit trying to be difficult, Crash. There’s no need to act ashamed. Now do you want a change or not?”

“Yeah, but not from you!” Rainbow stuck her tongue out.

“Well I’m the only Wonderbolt on changing duty right now, and I’m not taking no for an answer,” Soarin demanded. “You need to get cleaned up if you wanna be in the show in Ponyville tomorrow.” With that, he pushed her forward and despite a struggle he was able to eventually get the brash mare up onto the table. 

Even then though, Rainbow was still being fussy and uncooperative. So Soarin pulled out a pacifier the same shade of cyan as Rainbow’s coat, and stuck it in her mouth. “Just focus on that, and leave the changing to me.” He instructed.

“Are you kidding me?! I’m not sucking on a pacifier like a one year old!” Rainbow mentally complained and reluctantly laid down on the table’s smooth, padded surface. Her padding compressed and squished again, but instead of biting her lip in surprise the mare only bit into the rubber bulb of the pacifier. It felt strangely comforting.

Suddenly, Rainbow didn’t feel so bad about her accident anymore. She felt just like an itty bitty little filly, being cared for by her parents as they were changing her diaper. She could vaguely remember a few times when they had done it: Windy Whistles would often coo and make funny faces so her foal wouldn’t feel so bad, and Bow Hothoof always loved to blow raspberries into her tummy when he was finished with the change (rewarding her for cooperating).

Soarin watched as Rainbow’s reddish-pink eyes shifted in expression from startled and confused, to relaxed and carefree. The pacifier had never had that kind of calming effect on a pony before, but the stallion was not going to look this gift horse in the mouth. It would make what he was about to do that much easier.







With practiced precision, Soarin undid the tabs on Rainbow’s old diaper and let it fall from her waist. He then effortlessly balled up it and tossed it into a nearby diaper pail. He proceeded to grab some wet wipes, going back and forth until every inch of Rainbow’s rear was spotless. Afterward he sprinkled a generous helping of foal powder onto her rump and worked in some rash cream for good measure, before he retrieved a new diaper and carefully taped it up. He gave the padding a few pats to make sure it was secure. “Okay, Rainbow, all done.” He spoke again in that cooing tone.

But Rainbow seemed too fixated on the pacifier to take any notice of what Soarin had said.

The stallion chuckled. “Aw, you like that pacifier, don’t you?” In response, Rainbow gave a quick nod and then resumed sucking. “Well then, why don’t you keep it? Might help with your snoring, it’s loud enough to wake the dead.” Soarin teased.

He expected a retort from Rainbow Dash, for her to spit out the pacifier and complain that she didn’t snore (or that her snoring wasn’t that loud). But she said nothing, she just continued to suck on the pacifier.

Soarin washed his hooves, then helped Rainbow down from the changing table with the pacifier still in her mouth. “Come see me if you need another change, okay? And try not to wait so long next time, it’s not good to stay in a dirty diaper for that long. You could get an infection.”

Still Rainbow said nothing. She just carefully waddled out of the changing room and continued to suck on the pacifier without a care in the world. For some reason, she didn’t feel so bad about her current situation. Not the diapers, not her accident, not even the strange behavior from her fellow Wonderbolts. Maybe this is what Stormy Rain felt like, maybe this is what ponies in his situation felt like or longed to feel like.

In any case, whatever was behind this current feeling, Rainbow didn’t want it to end. So she didn’t take the pacifier out of her mouth, not even as she went back to the sleeping quarters and climbed back into bed. Even the bars didn’t bother her anymore