//------------------------------// // Chapter Nine: Copy Cat // Story: [C] Dreams of White Padding // by scribe-feather //------------------------------// Dreams of White Padding Chapter Nine: Copy Cat By Scribe Feather ✶✶9✶✶ Luna stirred from her slumber about an hour into her nap. The odd hours still needed some getting use to. The room was still dark around her with the crib’s bars only faintly illuminated in the very dim light. She rubbed an eye, stretching her back legs a bit as she regained her bearings. Celestia was still sleeping beside her, curled up in a loose ball with a drool covered hoof loosely dangling in her mouth. The plushie wolf remained at Luna’s side, giving her a small flutter of good feelings as she gave her new friend a little hug. Once her mind woke up a little bit more, Luna began to wonder what had woken her up from her nap. An answer to that question came in the form of a growing pressure pushing at her bowels. She needed the bathroom, but a small voice in her head was quick to suggest to just use the diaper. The little voice tried to reason with the sleepy princess, mentioning that using her diaper would be so much more convenient and she’d be able to go back to bed sooner. At first Luna tried to banish such a silly idea, but the more she pushed it away, the more it came back with more hastily put together evidence. As she quickly weighed her options, a growing stench wafted to her nostrils. Sniffing the air at first, Luna quickly realized that Celestia had already messed herself in her sleep. In the dim light produced by the nearby night light, Luna could make out a faint lump in her sister’s diaper. Still the foal slumbered, dribbling a thin bead of drool onto her phoenix plushie. Much like her accident a few nights back, Luna’s half asleep mind was easily convinced. With little rationalizing about it, Luna began to push. She felt her stomach tightened as her bowels followed her instruction and began pushing out the mess into her pull-up. She gave her wolf plushie a squeeze as tiny grunts slipped out of her muzzle. Her little noises bounced around the room’s silence. She filled the pull-up with little effort at all, leaving lumps in the back that didn’t nearly bother her as much as she thought. So tired from the day before, Luna fell back to sleep before she had finished soiling herself. Her bowels continued to push as her sleepy mind eventually drifted back to sleep. Luna didn’t wake up again until an hour later. She woke up to the sound of ripping plastic followed by a forceful rush of cold air across her lower half. The sudden chill caused her to finally open her eyes. She now found herself on top of the nursery’s changing table. Her legs were being raised up by Phosphor’s magic as cold wipes cleaned her rump of her nightly mess. “Good morning, poppet,” Phosphor stated warmly as soiled wipes floated away and piled into the middle of the old pull-up, “another accident?” Suddenly memories came flooding back to the princess. Every detail of her willingly soiling herself came back in one big tidal wave of embarrassment. How could she have let that happen?! “I-I’m really sorry! It was an accident.” “Shh shh, it’s alright poppet. Quite alright,” Phosphor answered as she finished wiping Luna’s rump clean. “I’m just glad you were wearing some protection before you had your little...accident,” Phosphor continued, “just remember you might have to go back to diapers if this keeps happening, okay?” “O-okay,” Luna said with a nod. Strangely enough this news wasn’t nearly as detrimental as she thought it’d be. Such a threat weighed very little on her shoulders. She felt herself giving little resistance to the idea of being put back into diapers. A fresh pull-up was slipped up Luna’s legs with little assistance from her. She realized she had gotten rather used to leaning on Phosphor while she carefully threaded her legs through the pullups elastic holes. “Alright then. Now that we have you all cleaned up, how about we have some yummy breakfast?” Phosphor spoke with such an inviting tone of voice, like an encouraging kindergarten teacher. “I’ll even let you sit in your sister’s highchair.” The offer seemed to perk Luna’s interest as a tiny smile managed to slip through. “I-I am kinda hungry...” Phosphor smiled as she slowly helped Luna back down to her feet, “good!” With her fresh pull-up crinkling with each step, Luna was guided into the kitchen area where a highchair waited. Sitting beside a set of counters, the bright pink highchair stood like a beacon of infantile mealtime among the plain wooden chairs and tables. The chair had certainly seen its fair share of meals, bearing a few scuff and wear marks around it’s edges. It’s wooden surfaces, however, were kept sparkling clean, free of any crumbs or food stains. The wooden tray was removed, allowing Luna to climb into the infantile chair. Her pull-up provided a little bit of cushion to deter the hard wooden seat. She felt a quiver of childlike happiness swell up her spine as she wiggled a tiny bit in the seat. A big bowl of oatmeal was produced and gently placed on the tray in front of Luna. The steamy smell of apples and brown sugar wafted into the air, warming the alicorn’s face. She breathed in the welcoming meal, feeling her shoulders relax in its presence. A light blue bib was magically tied around her neck as she relished in the warm steam, prepping her for the upcoming meal. Luna didn’t really see the point of wearing one since she had far better motor skills then Celestia. But sitting in a high chair while wearing a pull-up kept the princess quiet with her opinions. Without even consulting her, Phosphor proceeded to feed Luna the oatmeal. A big plastic spoon floated through the air, steadily scooping chunks of the delicious oatmeal, and delivering it to Luna’s mouth. The tasty oatmeal warmed Luna’s belly, making her smile subtly between spoonfuls. She would lick her lips any chance she got between bites to take in the sweet, sugary milk. Phosphor hummed a tuneless song as she merrily fed the alicon. She seemed so absent in her humming, but at no point did the spoon fail to reach it’s mark every time. Luna felt her belly swell up with the delicious food as she kept her bib spotless. A swell of pride warmed her body up alongside the tasty meal. She allowed herself to slip into a childish role for a moment or two as she became lost in it all. Every little thing made her regress just a bit more, making her smile grow even larger. The happy meal time was suddenly interrupted by quiet babblings as Celestia stirred from her slumber. The foal squirmed out of her bedsheets and pulled up to a sitting position. She continued to babble, hugging her plushie close to her chest as she tried to get Phosphor's attention. “And look who’s up from sleepy times,” Phosphor said with chuckled as smiled at Celestia. “I gotta change your sister’s diaper. Can you be a big girl and feed yourself the rest?” “Sure,” Luna responded, taking the big plastic spoon in her hoof. Suddenly she felt more grown up, but in the same way a toddler who used the potty for the first time would feel more grown up. Luna fed herself without an issue. There was the pressure of not spilling anything stressing her out a tiny bit, but that didn’t make things too difficult. She scooped up a few more bites of the apple flavored oatmeal, pausing between every bite to really take in the lovely flavor. Her feeding was suddenly interrupted when Phosphor picking up Celestia caught her eye. The diapered foal happily squealed as she was lifted into the air, leaving the warmth of the crib to get her diaper changed. Luna’s wolf plushie sat amongst the rustled blankets with only Celestia’s plushie to keep it company. For some reason Luna felt lonely without her new friend. She had abandoned the stuffed animal and for some reason missed cuddling it. Her eyes slowly trailed away from the open crib and to the changing table where Celestia’s diaper change was already underway. She watched intently as Celestia was cared for. Diaper changes had so many more steps to them then when she changed her pull-ups. Phosphor handled each step with a gentle hoof. She could tell from a distance that Celestia had made a big stink in her diaper, leaving quite the mess for Phosphor to wipe up. However the pink unicorn didn’t seem all that phased by the large load and was able to get Celestia wiped up and her diaper replaced with a new one. A gentle waft of baby powder that tickled Luna’s nose signaled the end of the diaper change. For the first time Luna dwelled on what it’d be like to wear a diaper. Her pull-ups never withstood more than a single soaking, so to have something that she could use more than once without worrying about leaking was intriguing to the curious pony. On the plus side, diapers also seemed to have more to them then boring pull-ups. Their design and thickness perked Luna’s interest further as she wondered how comfortable the highchair would be wearing one. And pull-ups were certainly losing their appeal for the blue alicorn. Every day she wore the same kind, same design, same thickness. The choice in colors and design were much more vibrant with Celestia’s diapers. Maybe she’d feel less guilty about wanting to snuggle the wolf plushie more if she was wearing matching attire. “Luna, you’ve barely touched your oatmeal,” Phosphor came out of nowhere, making Luna jump a bit. “I-I was just...thinking,” Luna answered, quickly nabbing the spoon and grabbing a mouthful of oatmeal. In her haste, she partly missed her mouth, making some of the mush drip down her chin. Phosphor sighed, letting out a little amused chuckled. “Here,” she said grabbing the spoon with her magic, “allow me.” Taking her place once again beside the highchair, Phosphor finished the feeding with the same careful hoof she had during the diaper change. Luna’s bib stayed much cleaner this way as she willfully accepted every spoonful that came her way. Before too long the meal was finished and Luna was left with a full, warm belly. As she leaned back to relish in the post meal bliss Phosphor proceeded to untie the bib. With a glow of her horn, the unicorn used the bib to wipe any bits of leftover oatmeal off of Luna’s face. “There we go. A full tummy,” Phosphor cooed as she pulled off the tray. “I still need to feed Tia her breakfast. Why don’t you sit down and play for a bit.” “Okay,” Luna answered, carefully climbing out of the chair. Celestia quickly replaced her in the highchair as Phosphor gently floated her down with her magic. She received a similar treatment as a fresh bowl of oatmeal came floating down in front of her. Luna scurried off to the play area in the center of the room, doing her best to busy herself with the various toys that waited for her. She tried to entertain herself with the various blocks and plushies, but that only seemed to last for a few minutes before her mind drifted to other distractions. Celestia was so much more careless with her meal. The happy foal giggled at each spoonful like it was a game, seamlessly switching between hungrily slurping down the oatmeal and finding more entertainment in just letting it dribble down onto her bib. It took Luna a moment or two before she realized she was staring. She broke away from watching her sister eat, blushing at her growing curiosity. She must have been staring for a pretty long time because Celestia was just now finishing up with her meal. “Okay,” Phosphor sighed as she wiped Celestia’s oatmeal covered face with her equally messy bib. “That should tide you over until lunch time.” Phosphor picked up Celestia from her chair as the foal squealed and giggled some more. A full tummy left Celestia content where ever she was placed, at least until she was hungry again. “I bet you two are just itching to get some more play time in,” Phosphor chuckled, bending down to gently place Celestia next to Luna and the toys. Out of nowhere Phosphor produced two bottles of apple juice. Both bottles glowed with her magic as she gently levitated them down to the padded ponies. “You two have fun.” Celestia was quick to snatch the bottle out of the air. She gripped it with both hooves, plopping down on her back to enjoy her tasty, after meal drink. Luna was not so energetic. Still dazed from her fascination surrounding her sister’s habits, it took her a few moments to realize she was holding a baby bottle. The blue hued plastic of the bottle didn’t feel completely off, but something bothered her about it. Perhaps Phosphor made a mistake. “U-uhm Phosphor,” Luna meekly chimed. But the moment she looked up Phosphor was already far out of earshot. Luna held the bottle up as a last, weak attempt at catching the caretaker’s attention, but unsurprisingly it failed. She lowered her hoof, eyeing the plastic bottle that sloshed with the liquid inside. She was clearly hesitant about drinking from such an infantile object. Phosphor usually gave her a sippy cup or at the very least an actually glass. Though thinking about it now, it had been a long while since she actually drank out of a real glass. Luna smacked her lips, suddenly finding herself rather parched. Despite the childish container, her body was clever enough to deduce that the apple juice inside would quench her growing, bothersome thirst. Finally she submitted and gave the bottle’s rubber nipple a tentative suck. That suck brought a swish of cool juice down her throat, satisfying the nagging voice in the back of her head. She gave it another suck, once again rewarded with another gulp of satisfyingly sweet apple juice. Luna let out a relaxing sigh as her shoulders became lax. Another suckle calmed her nerves. Soothed by the bottle’s gentle bobbing, Luna lowered down onto her back, plopping down beside Celestia. From the corner of her eye she could watch Celestia gleefully suckle her own bottle, a big, content smile floating on her face. Laying on her back with her blue bottle in her mouth brought a whole new perspective on things and came coupled with a rush of new content feelings. A few more gulps of apple juice were swallowed. She never fully realized it before, but the gentle rhythm of suckling the bottle stirred up a long forgotten coping method that seemed to smooth out her problems. She felt calmer and her spine felt less twisted as she drank. Luna sighed as she subconsciously slipped into a steady rhythm that respected Celestia’s rhythm. From the corner of her eye, Luna watched as Celestia drank away as if encouraging Luna to follow along. The two must have looked like quite the pair. At some point during her bottle feeding, Luna must have closed her eyes. By the time her bottle ran dry and she was noisily sucking in air she opened her eyes. Celestia was already squirming back up to a sitting position when Luna looked up. The foal had carelessly allowed her own empty bottle lay where it dropped. As Luna pulled herself off the ground, she felt inclined to copy her sister’s action. The two empty bottled laid discarded as the two sisters melted into their playtime. Luna felt it easier this time to join in on Celestia’s babbling and imagination. For the first time in awhile, Luna felt like she vibrated on the same frequency as her foal sister. Luna and Celestia crawled around the play area as they became fully engrossed in their games. Tea parties went along smoothly with plushies making up most of the guest list, wooden block cities were seamlessly rendered through the cooperation of the two alicorns, even the train set that seemed rather dull before caught Luna’s interest, prompting her to make little train noises as she slide the train around. Luna’s wolf and Celestia’s phoenix eventually joined the party, taking the VIP spot in their tea parties or the role of giant monster that terrorized their block city. Neither of them could tell how long they played like that. The two were having so much fun that time seemed to get away from them. An undetermined amount of time passed before Luna was suddenly stopped in her tracks by a loud gurgle. The noise stopped her dead in her tracks as her body started to send her messages that were ignored so easily while they played. A pressure grew in her lower belly, her delicious breakfast working things along to their breaking point. Her bowels felt full as color started to drain from her face. She needed to go and very soon. Luna’s eyes quickly darted around the room as the last few seconds of her control flew by. She spotted Phosphor sitting against one wall, quietly reading a book in a rocking chair. On the opposite side of the room she spotted a long forgotten potty chair that suddenly became a fixture in her sights. She didn’t have much time. Before she got up, however, Luna noticed Celestia slouching over. The foal stayed frozen in that pose, surrounded by toys that were discarded and dropped not moments ago. Her face grew red as her eyes squeezed shut. A sizable lump could be seen pulling down her diaper as little, cute grunts slipped out of the foal’s muzzle. With cheeks flared up a bright red, Luna watched the whole thing unfold. Her eyes grew wide with curiosity. For a brief moment, her body showed her mercy and gave her brief relief as she watched with awe filled eyes. Celestia shamelessly grunted as her diaper continued to sag with the newfound mass inside. She finished after only a few short minutes of pushing, leaving behind a hefty bulge tugging her diaper down. With her dirty deed concluded, Celestia simply plopped back down and continued to play with her toys. A very faint squish could be heard slipping from her diaper as her freshly made mess was haphazardly squished under her weight. Now the pressure in Luna’s bowels came back with a vengeance. Her eyes remained wide open, but this time focused on nothing in particular as panic set in. Mirroring her sister’s movements from moments before, Luna shifted to a crouching position. The growing urgency left very little room to think anything else. She began to slouch over, knees bowing out as she prepped her body for the dirty deed. Similar cute grunts came out of her mouth as she began to push. The world around her seemed to disappear as she babyishly soiled herself. She couldn’t sense Phopshor or Celestia even though they were in the same room. Even the various toys that laid scattered around her fell away from her mind’s eye. The pull-up around her waist grew taut as her foalish mess pushed into what little room was available. The tight garment squished the mess firmly against her rump, keeping most of the dirty deed close to her rump. She grunted a few more times as she continued to push. It slowly got a little easier to go once she got started. After some time, Luna finally opened her eyes, her face slowly cooling down as the need to push subsided. She could feel her freshly messed pull-up tug underneath her as the thin garment struggled to hold the squishy mess that laid inside. Almost immediately after her dirty act, Luna sat back down, landing squarely on her mess. The rush of sensations that corsed through her body caused a smile to creep up on her face. THe smile widened as she actually started to enjoy the sensation of a messy pull-up. In a strange way, it felt better then wetting herself. This being her first time awake and doing such a foalish act gave her the opportunity to witness feelings and sensations she never could before in the crib the other night. The smile on her face was eventually joined with wide, curious eyes as she shifted her weight a little bit to squish her mess a little more. A flutter in her heart grew as if rewarding her for a job well done. The world around her slowly returned as she got use to the dirty mess. Phopshor now stood behind her, but it was unclear how long the unicorn had been waiting there. “Diaper check time!” the unicorn happily chirped. As usual, she started with Celestia who let out a giggle when her dirty deed was discovered. Phosphor quietly tsked some chuckling tsks, finding that the white foal had soiled herself yet again. Much like many times before, Celestia was floated down onto the changing table. Her legs floated apart from each other as the diaper was efficently undone and pulled off of her small body. Phosphor wiped the foal’s rump clean with more wipes, powdered the area and replaced the diaper in record time. Or at least it looked like record time to Luna who watched from her spot in the play area with curious eyes. From this different angle, she was able to witness different parts of the diaper changing process. Before she knew it, Celestia was returned to Luna’s side, freshly diaper and smelling of sweet baby powder. Seeing her sister’s clean state made Luna’s messy pull-up a little embarrassing. Phosphor straightened up with the same warm smile on her face. She smiled down at Celestia and then to Luna. It wasn’t until Luna failed to return the warm smile that the caretaker pony grew suspicious. She took a few tenative sniffs of the air around the two other ponies. The pink unicorn’s nose curled a tiny bit at the heavy odor that hung in the air. “Luna?” Luna shrunk, “y-yes, Phosphor?” “Do you have something to tell me?” “I-I” Luna couldn’t possibly lie no matter how embarrassing it was to admit it. “...I had another accident.” “I see,” Phosphor answered with a raise of her eyebrow. “an accident...” She didn’t seem to be buying it. “Well then hop on up on the changing table. You know the drill.” Luna’s face grew bright red with compound embarrassment as she pulled herself up from her spot in the play area. The heavy mess in her pull-up shifted a tiny bit with every move she made. Each step she took brought her closer to the changing table and that seemed to only make her cheeks grow warmer in anticipation. She just knew Phopshor was watching her every step of the way. She laid on to the changing table, painstakingly avoiding landing on her mess in hopes that Phosphor would get less mad at her with less of a mess to clean up. “Now then,” Phosphor sighed, ripping the sides off of the pull up to begin the changing. “Would you mind telling me why a certain little pony made a mess in her pull-ups?” Too humiliated to admit the truth, Luna defaulted to her lie from before, “...i-it was an accident...” But even she wasn’t all that convinced. Phosphor sighed again, a bit of disappointment in her breath, “Luna honey, pull-ups aren’t meant for ponies who keep on having messy accidents. Even your sister knows that.” Luna shrunk as her soiled pull up was pulled away and her ankles were lifted into the air. “But she doesn’t have to worry about that,” she answered, wincing a little bit as cold wipes came and cleaned her butt. “She’s always in diapers.” “Oh poppet, are you jealous of your baby sister?” That made Luna’s cheeks became redder if that was even possible. “N-no,” she quickly blurted out, but again, she didn’t believe her own words. “I-I mean...it’s been a lot of fun playing with Celestia. It’s like how things were when we were kids.” “Yeah?” Phosphor simply said as she piled the old wipes into the dirty pull-up. “And seeing how happy she is using her diapers whenever she needs to,” Luna started, “a-and then using my pull-ups...” Phosphor didn’t say anything and simply finished wiping Luna’s rump clean. “Well poppet, I’ll give you a choice,” she began to explain, “you can keep wearing pull-ups and keep having your little accidents and we can keep having these little chats about how you couldn’t make it to the potty.” Luna winced at the words weighed by guilt. “Or,” Phosphor added at the end, “I can put you in diapers and you can do whatever you want in them.” Luna’s ears perked up at the proposition as she raised her head. “Diapers?” “Yes poppet,” Phosphor answered, “but I must warn you, if you choose to wear diapers, I won’t be letting you use the potty anymore.” Luna paused, laying her head back down on the table. She stared up at the ceiling and mulled over the choices. Pull-ups seemed to be the obvious choice. Her brain instantly jumped to that conclusion in a matter of seconds. But there was something that felt right about diapers, almost as if she was meant to be in them. Pull-ups had their added luggage of responsibility and the embarrassing ordeal of having to tell her babysitter that she needed to use the potty. Diapers seemed more innocent in a strange way. They seemed more fitting. “I-I would like a diaper please,” Luna said, only she lacked that surge of regret that usually accompanied her choices. “Very well,” Phosphor answered as her horn began to glow. A diaper floated out from the changing table shelves. The thick padding had little blue moons etched on it’s pale blue surface. Luna couldn’t take her eyes off of it, her eyes growing wide with anticipation. She couldn’t help but gasp a tiny, happy gasp as her legs were lifted into the air. The diaper was slid underneath, teasing her freshly cleaned rump with its ever so soft cushion. A bit of powder was all Phosphor needed to complete the change and the new diaper was pulled up snuggling between Luna’s legs. Luna snapped out of her pleasure induced trance shortly after Phosphor placed her back down on the ground. It was strange really. The diaper changes seemed so much longer when she watched Celestia go through it. Now witnessing it first hand, the fantasy glow was over in seconds. A sense of fulfillment fluttered in Luna’s chest as the pillowy softness of the diaper caressed her lower half ever so gently. The padding was noticeably thicker than her pull-ups, likely more absorbent as well. Every slight movement she made was accompanied by a loud, plastic crinkle from which she found even more happiness flutter about. She now had a very noticeable waddle in her gait. Every step she took brought forth a ribbon of crinkles. Her legs bowed out to cope with the extra cushion. She barely felt it when she plopped down next to Celestia. She levitated over a pillowy mound that kept her rump off the ground an inch or two. She wiggled a few involuntary wiggles before settling back down in playtime. Celestia seemed rather tickled to have her big sister in a diaper just as thick as hers. “Paddy,” was all the smiling foal bothered to say. “Yeah,” Luna smiled big, “I’m wearing a diaper too.” And with that the two reentered their playtime imaginations. Some time passed before Luna was suddenly stopped by a sense of fullness in her bowels. It was strange to feel the need to go so much and so soon. She couldn’t possibly need to go that much already, could she? At first she tried to brush the pressure aside, but it wasn’t merely a bit of gas that she could wait for her second wind. She actually really needed to go already. Without thinking, she assumed the position, knees bent, hunched over, and crouching. Her diaper crinkled and shifted with every move she made to remind her she wasn’t going at this infantile deed alone. She once again echoed her sister’s body language from before, this time it was almost a mirror copy. Loud grunts slipped out of her mouth only a couple times before a firm mess slid into the waiting diaper. The diaper bulged, making room for the hefty mess that was entering it’s soft padded shell. As if following her bowels’ lead, Luna’s bladder joined in as well, tinting the front of the diaper yellow. It was over in a matter of minutes, but to Luna it felt like hours. All throughout her babyish diaper filling, the blue alicorn wore a big smile on her face. Sensations of satisfaction, contentness, bliss, and relief all vibrated through her body like little lightning bolts. She’d done it. She messed her diaper. Such a simple task made her feel like she accomplished some sort of huge undertaking. She’d made it. She had to touch the lumpy mess just to prove to herself that she actually did it. And she was happy about it. Luna slowly lowered her diapered rump back down onto the nursery floor. The big mess inside her diaper squished and smushed, spreading out from the center. She took a moment to take it all in. Something about this felt right. She was glad she messed her diapers. Loud sniffing suddenly could be heard, pulling Luna back to reality. With blushing cheeks she shyly looked up at Phosphor who now stood over the two ponies with a knowing glare. “Luna?” Phosphor raised an eyebrow, “need a change already?” “I-I’m sorry! I-It just sort of...happened,” “Don’t fret, poppet. That’s what diapers are for.” Luna smiled shyly feeling a little better about her little ‘accident’. Without warning her body suddenly began to glow blue before lifting up into the air. Phosphor carefully guided the diapered pony back to the changing table, ever so gently placing her on it’s padded top. “Now just lay back and relax,” Phosphor consoled, ripping off one of the diaper’s tapes. “I’ll have your diaper changed in a jiffy. You won’t have to worry about a thing...” Luna smiled at the reassurance. She leaned back, resting her head, and stared up at the ceiling. The ceiling looked so nice today.