Hard Working Princess
Chapter Seven
By Scribe Feather
✶✶7✶✶
Things seemed to accelerate after that for the diapered princess. With the combined efforts of her supportive sister and Cadance who was going through the same things as she was, Celestia found herself more accepting of the treatment. She slipped into the relaxing role deeper than ever.
After a few short weeks, Celestia found the confidence to wear diapers in public. The excited pony would jump on any excuse to walk around town, willing to be dressed up in any cute and toddler like clothing to do so. And Phosphor was always happy to oblige, taking the royal pony out for shopping or even simple things like walking to the city’s fountain.
When she was out with her caretaker, it was only expected that Celestia would turn some heads. The alicorn carried herself like a toddler, haphazardly dashing from location to location with Phosphor trailing behind with an expression on her face one would expect from a mother. A newfound freedom over took the princess, filling the void that was emptied by all her self conscious worrying.
It was almost unbelievable how much a diaper around her waist made her usual duties less stressful. The comfort and security of a loving caretaker, supportive sister, and dry diaper kept Celestia’s stressful work from being too great.
Yellow Feet, an esteemed choreographer, designer, and party planner was invited to Canterlot Castle to walk through the plans for the upcoming ball. The pale yellow pegasus was well known for his entertainment, putting together the finest spectacles in Canterlot. Very few ponies even knew his real name. Most just referred to him by his stage name.
The stallion always dressed in clean cut suits, flashy yet tidy to set him apart from the crowd. His gold and light yellow striped mane and tail were always kept cleanly cut and shined from all the care and conditioners put into them.
Large floor plans were rolled out on the massive table in front of the two ponies. Blueprints of the castle’s main ballroom, garden area, and the connected rooms were given the most attention. Color swatches, supply lists, and menu options for the party’s dinner all laid scattered across the various tables. Yellow Feet walked the princess through his plans while his hoof scrolled through the various buildings and structures that decorated the paper.
All the while, Celestia followed along as the pegasus chattered away about event scheduling and sending out invitations. Her fluffy diaper crinkled ever so faintly as she waddled from table to table. She would politely chime in every now and then, giving the busy pegasus some suggestions.
Phosphor watched from a distance, sitting quietly with a book in her hooves. A pink diaper bag sat beside her seat, visibly packed with bottles of juice, pacifiers, and thick, fluffy diapers. Every now and then the unicorn would look up from her seat, checking up on Celestia to make sure everything was fine.
“Dinner has been scheduled for six o’clock, allowing plenty of time for mingling and conversation beforehand,” Yellow Feet spoke with a typical, aristocratic tone, picking his words carefully as if every one of them put his reputation on the line.
“The gardens would be perfect for that then,” Celestia added, pointing towards an area on the blueprints, “plenty of space for a crowd and plenty of fresh air.”
“Mhm,” the pegasus simply nodded, “then that brings us to the main entertainment and dinner.”
“The south west doors are closest to the kitchens,” Celestia said as she pointed towards the designated spot on the map. “During meal time it would be best to...”
Her words trailed off to silence as her tummy began to tighten. Her bowels gave her a subtle signal that they were full and her trained mind knew just what to do. Her legs bowed out as she let out a couple grunts. She squatted where she stood, her tummy tightening with each push.
A lumpy mess eventually slipped into her waiting diaper, pulling out the diaper’s shape and making it visibly lumpy on the outside. Successfully finishing her task, the princess let out a relieved sigh and continued without losing a beat. “It would be best to set up catering near those doors so theres less clashing traffic.”
Yellow Feet paused, letting out a small, bothered sigh when the princess stopped mid sentence. He didn’t say anything, professionally waiting for the princess to finish soiling herself before clearing his throat and starting again. “Yes, well. Once we’re done there, the dancers will be moved backstage and food will be served.”
Meanwhile, Phosphor walked up to the other ponies with diaper bag in tow. As the two continued talking she gave Celestia’s diaper a quick check.
Celestia passively leaned to the side, allowing Phosphor access to part of her diaper. It was enough for the experienced caretaker to judge the princess’s diaper’s consistency. Her scrunched up nose could confirm, Celestia had a messy diaper.
“Would you please excuse us for a moment?” Phosphor said to Yellow Feet.
The pale yellow pegasus passively nodded, deeply involved in the many floor plans and schedule sheets that littered the table to say much else.
Celestia followed Phosphor away from the table, not at all phased by the added bulk that swayed between her legs. For her, diaper changes were as routine as brushing her teeth and now never batted an eye when she was pulled away from her work to be changed.
There was no need to pull Celestia out of the room. Phosphor instead found a nice quiet part of the room behind a large, marble pillar and laid the princess down.
Celestia laid herself on the ground, passively suckling on her hoof as her well used diaper was taken care of. Phosphor was efficient as always with her diaper change, untaping, cleaning up, and replacing the diaper in no time at all. All of it had become so routine for the princess and it felt like she was on the ground for mere seconds before a new diaper was taped around her waist.
“Yellow Feet seemed kinda bothered that I made stinkies in front of him,” Celestia quietly said, barely noticing the foalish word choice. Such a vocabulary came so naturally to her during diaper changes.
“He’s just very stressed,” Phosphor replied as she pulled the new diaper up between Celestia’s legs, “the entertainment business is a stressful field to be in.”
“Perhaps HE’S the one who should be in a diaper,” Celestia giggled.
Phosphor chuckled, “perhaps.”
Immediately after the first diaper was taped on Phosphor quickly covered it with a second one. A typical arrangement as preparation for naptime.
Celestia acknowledged the extra padding, letting out a slight yawn as her mind started to prepare for the routine nap.
Phosphor guided the thickly diapered Celestia back to the tables. Celestia’s legs bowed out as her gait was more of a waddle now. A stride one wouldn’t expect from a royal pony.
"Sorry about that, Mister Feet," Phosphor politely said with a bow. "Tia must have wanted to get her messy diaper out of the way before nap time."
The yellow pegasus blinked, visibly emotionless, leaving how he truly felt a complete mystery to the other two ponies. "Yes, well then," he shifted in his place, rearranging his hooves, "we will have to meet again before the party to make seating arrangements. The guest list isn’t entirely complete.”
“Of course,” Celestia answered with an understanding bow. “we shall meet again the day before to ensure everything is squared away.”
“Very well,” the pegasus answered as he began rolling up the various plans. All his work was stored in two large saddle bags that hung off his back, trapping his wings underneath leather and parchment. “Until next time, your highness.” He politely bowed.
Celestia gave the pony another bow and he saw his way out.
“Now then,” Phosphor chimed in, walking to the side of Celestia. “Time for YOU to take a nap, sunny butt.”
“Aww,” an unusually childish tone escaped the princess’s mouth, “can I at least play with my toys before I do?”
“Oh...I suppose you’ve earned it. You behaved yourself in front of our guest and didn’t put up a fuss when I changed your diaper,” Phosphor answered with the same warm smile she always wore for the diapered pony. Then there was a pause as the pink unicorn just stared at Celestia with a big smile.
Celestia finally spoke with a tilt of her head. “What?”
“Oh nothing,” Phosphor answered with a happy sigh, “I just remember a certain stressed pony who was always so worried about what other ponies would think if they saw her diapers.” The unicorn mused with a chuckle, looking back at it like fond memories of a child all grown up, “now look at you, double diapered and ready for your afternoon nap like a cute, well behaved foal!” Celestia could do nothing but blush at such comments. “Now come along, sunny butt,” Phosphor continued, “maybe your sister will read you a bedtime story if we ask her extra nicely.”
A big smile grew on Celestia’s face as she waddled alongside her caretaker, “I would like that a lot!”