Late Night Reading Binge

By Scribe Feather

The reading room was deathly quiet, save for the cracklings of the roaring fireplace that warmed a section of the crystalline room. Its orange glow bounced off the bookshelves and illuminated the area with a jittering yet calm light. The cozy room hardly had any plain walls to its design as any empty space was used by densely packed bookshelves or classy framed art.

The reading room’s single occupant, the unicorn Sunburst, was burning the midnight oil in the best way he knew how: reading well into the early morning. A large book sat open atop an ornate lectern before him as his eyes scrolled down the dense blocks of text that covered its pages. The stallion sighed, calmly and contemplative. He was deep in thought, intellectually stimulated by his nightly reading. Reading the last page of a good book had always left him with quite a bit to think about.

He had just finished his fourth book of the night: Crystalline Energies and Their Inverse Proportional Discharge Through Geological Patterns, a thick, almost textbook like tome that was dense with information. Its material was dry and unabridged, but that was just how Sunburst liked it. He knew with heavy books like this, he was getting the unadulterated version, a wealth of information that hadn’t been watered down for easier digestion. And on top of that, there rested the accomplishment of finishing such a big book.

Another sigh escaped the orange unicorn’s muzzle. He stepped away from the closed book and blinked a couple times to do away with the subtle burning that stung his tired eyes. His eye sight remained blurry for a few moments as he scanned the room around him as a sort of break from the reading he had just wrapped up. His round eyeglasses magically lifted from his nose as he rubbed the burning out of his tired eyes.

Once he finished scanning the room of any abnormalities, he turned his attention to himself, or more specifically the bulging mass of fluff and plastic that crinkled oh so subtly around his waist. A white diaper, donned with turquoise star print hugged his lower half with its soft snuggly. Such an infantile garment might have went well with his dark green wizard’s cloak if it wasn’t for the yellow hue that now dominated the front part of the padding.

Diapers were among his normal attire when he decided to go on one of these all-night-book-binges. Their thick padding made for a convenient and portable seat whenever he might need one. They also provided quite a bit absorbency for when he became too engrossed with his reading and forgone a much needed bathroom break. He took a closer examination of the padding, thoroughly soaked from a full bladder’s worth of urine.

Sunburst kicked himself for letting it get this far. In his feverish attempt at reading as much as he could tonight, he had failed to realize the embarrassing outcome that would result of it. It seemed like such an easy fix in the moment, letting go of just a little bit of urine to relieve a burning pressure in his bladder.

Now he had to change out of the soggy thing. A task he had hoped he would somehow avoid. With his eyes tired of reading and his mind properly sated, he couldn’t imagine how he could have possibly believed he could. Another sigh slithered out of his mouth. This one of reluctant acceptance. He had to change whether he liked it or not.

Carefully extracted from a hidden drawer on the very bottom of his reading desk was another diaper of similar design and similar thickness. A whiff of baby powder floated in the air around it as Sunburst gathered the necessary supplies for the inevitable. A tub of wipes were taken out of hiding as well. Unscented of course.

Desperately trying to avoid landing on his diapered rump too hard, Sunburst carefully lowered himself onto the wood paneled floor with his back legs splayed out wide. He took another moment to stare at the half used diaper with it now as close as ever in such a sitting position.

Magic might have come in handy right about now, but Sunburst learned a while back that it wasn’t an option. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the means to. A simple Crystal Jewel Clothing Morph spell could easy rid him of that clammy, wet sensation and give him a nice dry diaper to work in. But him and magic were never the best of friends and the last thing he wanted to do was risk experimenting with a spell when it involved changing something so close to his...vulnerable lower half.

So he was stuck doing it by his own two hooves. Or more accurately, hoof, because he couldn’t bear touching the warm, pee smelling thing with more than one delicate hoof at one time. A tender touch of his single hoof was all he could manage as he slowly and carefully ripped each sticky tape off his diaper. Once released, the yellow diaper front fell open and almost made Sunburst gag as a waft of stale urine rushed past him. Experienced with this situation from a dozen times before, he was smart enough to hold his breath.

Wipes came in and quickly blotted up the urine stench. The clean up job was slower than usual with Sunburst using only one hoof the entire time. Each used wipe was delicately placed into the nearby trash can. He had heard that mothers would often wrap the wipes they used into the old diaper before disposing of the whole thing in one go, but his skin crawled at the very thought of having the dirty wipes being in such close proximity to him.

Breaking no speed records in any way, the diaper change eventually concluded with Sunburst wrapping himself up into a nice dry diaper. He had to pause for a moment to appreciate the feeling of being freshly changed. Despite the skin crawling experience of changing his own diapers, being in a dry one after so long felt lovely.

“Alright then,” he concluded to himself, quickly disposing of the wrapped up diaper and tieing up the nearly empty trash bag. The thought of somepony peeking into his trash and seeing the used, baby printed diaper terrified him. “Now that I’m done with you, I can get back to reading.”

He paused for a moment and then craned his neck to the left to eye a large wall clock that silently ticked time away. It was getting late. If he stalled any longer he might not ever be able to get a good night’s sleep. The time made him yawn.

“Well, maybe I can call it an early night,” he mumbled. His eyes then scrolled down to his bottom half where the fresh diaper joyfully crinkled with each subtle move he made. The comfort, the softness, the gentle snugness that felt like a hug, it all made a tiny smile emerge on the unicorn’s muzzle. “And well...maybe I can spend the night in this,” he nodded at the idea like he was part of some decision making council. “Be a waste of a diaper otherwise,” he rationalized, as if to further convince the decision making council.

And with that he blew out his reading candle, darkening that part of the room as the dimming fireplace glow and moonlight competed for superiority. The unicorn let out a big yawn, closing his latest book and placing it on top of a large stack beside his lectern. He let out yet another yawn, this one lasting much longer than the last. It seemed that his body was starting to realize he was heading to bed and was prepping itself up for a good night’s sleep.

Tiny crinkles accompanied every step he made. A subtle and cute reminder of his padded bedtime companion. The diaper did keep his lower half warm in the cool night air. That thought was added to the list of reasons why he decided to wear a diaper to bed tonight.