The Amazing Origin Story of Ponyville's Unpotty Trained Mailmare

	Somewhere in Canterlot, a private magazine talks to a pony. A pony who's everypony, and nopony at the same time. They have just one goal in mind...

1

	The mare sat on her duff, legs in front of her, resting square on the floor. Although she was in her mid-twenties, she was dressed as though she was under two – wearing just a tee-shirt and thick, white, plastic-backed disposable diaper. She looked up at the stallion and mare sitting above her in the chairs, both dressed more formally and age-appropriately than herself. The mare, gray in color, bit her lip.
	“Um... you want me to talk about the diapers?” she asked.
	The mare, legs together and palms on her knees, smiled. “If you like.”
	“You can talk to one of us, or both of us,” said the stallion. “Whichever you're more comfortable with, Derpy. It's just an interview, only for a magazine. We want to keep it light and fun, but you can end it any time you like.”
	Derpy screwed up her face a bit, nodding.
	“Okay,” she said, looking up. “I guess maybe I should start with the first time it happened.”
	“First time what happened?” the mare asked, as the stallion took a note in his composition book. “Can you be more specific?”
	“Um... the first time I got put back in diapers.” She looked down at what had been, largely, her panties and, of course, toilet for several years. In some cases her pants as well. “They weren't like these.”
 	“Oh?” said the stallion.
	“Yeah, they were... different. And I wore them just for a little while, and still do sometimes.”
	“Oh, do tell.” said the mare. “This will make a great story.”
	Swallowing, Derpy began to recall what had happened several years prior, when she was twenty-three.

	2

	“I was with a stallion for a couple months. His name is Wayward, but I call him 'Mister Wayward' now 'cause he's like... um, my daddy and my boyfriend at the same time. He's a lot older than me.”
	“You're into power play and BDSM?” the mare asked.
	“Yeah... I always have kinda liked it.”
	The stallion took a note.
	“We were together a couple of months, when we both told each other on the same day, our anniversary, over a huge muffin, that we each had a secret to tell. I went first, telling him I had something I wanted to share, something really personal, and he told me if it made me feel better he had something he could tell me, too.”
	'What happened?'
	“I, um... told him it was kinda silly. He told me mine probably couldn't top his, so we kinda laughed and shared one of his... special cigarettes. He told me he was happy with me just like I am, and I told him the same thing... he's a good listener, he never makes me feel like what I'm saying is silly. I decided it would be best if we told each other at the same time, and he liked that. He waited for me to start:
	'I like bondage,' I said.
	He said, 'I like to-something, my partner.' Because we said it at the same time I couldn't tell what he said, so I just kinda stared at him.”
	“Must've been awkward,” remarked the stallion.
	“I didn't realize he didn't realize I didn't hear him. I was waiting for him to say it again. He finally said to me 'so, you like bondage? I can accommodate that okay. Sounds fun!'
	'What did you just say?' I asked him back.
	He kinda bit his lip, looking away. 'It's... not important. We've got a good thing going, and I can kinda dig bondage if it's something you enjoy.'
	'Tell me, Wayward.' I giggled. 'I wanna hear you say it again.'
	He took a deep breath. 'I said I like to diaper my partner.'
	We both stopped a moment, staring at each other. Thinking about it, that was the really awkward part. It was especially bad when I started laughing. I couldn't believe what he'd said.
	'That's silly! Tell me what you really said.'
	'That is what I said,' he said, getting up, taking his cigarette with him. He turned away. 'It's okay if it's not for you. I like just being with you.'
	I thought for a moment, and spoke as things came to mind:
	'I've never heard of that. Aren't grown-up diapers, like, um... for, like, really old ponies?'
	He looked back, smiling.
	'They can be. I don't think you're an old pony, though, Derpy.'
	'I hope not!' I kinda exclaimed.
	He turned back. 'I know a couple ponies that live just outside of Ponyville, two mares, who... one's like the baby, the other's the grown-up. The grown-up one changes the one that's like the baby. It's part of how how they have fun together and bond.'”
	“Sentimental,” said the mare. “Wayward sounds like a hopeless romantic.”
	“He kinda is!”
	“We talked about it for a bit, and I started taking what he said a bit more seriously. He wasn't, like, upset or anything with me for laughing at him... I just had never heard of this thing. Since we were at his house at the time, he showed me some pictures from your magazine, um... The ABDL Symposium... of stallions and mares wearing adult diapers, and just kind of relaxing, some having their diapers changed by some really kind-looking ponies that made me think of Wayward. A couple more of his cigarettes and we were both laughing again.
	“Sounds like you had an understanding,” said the stallion. “Or at least you were both able to talk about what was on your mind.”
	“Yup, yup! I told him I like to be tied up, handcuffed and stuff. I really like chains, and rubber, and leather, and getting tickled whether I like it or not! I normally wouldn't talk about this stuff, but I know your magazine is a fetish one, and it's okay to talk about this stuff. I know you're going to change our names, Mister Wayward already told me.”
	“That's right!” said the mare.
	“Then what happened?”
	“Um... he said he'd think about how we might combine our interests and we just kinda went on a walk afterwards. It was just a normal fun day off the two of us. We went bowling and saw an old silly black & white movie in the theater with a dancing skeleton scarring a mouse. Then we went to sleep in the same bed. He held me down and tickled me for a while under my armpits... I liked it a lot.”
	“Cool, cool...” the stallion scribbled all this down.
	“The next day, while I was out and about doing my work... Mister Wayward approached me and told me he ordered something that might combine our interests, and they would arrive in a little while. I knew he was taking a chance, especially since he said it was his first time ordering from this company, but told him I would see what I thought. He said if I wanted to try it, we could do it the first Friday after it arrived.
	It took a few weeks, I almost forgot about it, but I delivered the package myself to his house on a Friday a few hours before I got off. The box was big enough for me to fit in it all scrunched up, but  was really light. The return address was some abbreviation I now realized is tied to your magazine.”
	“AP&WDF?” asked the stallion.
	“Yup! Means Adult Padding and Wannabe Diapered Foals!”
	The two looked at each other.
	“He said he's been  a longtime customer,” said the mare. 'Happy to hear about his first time buying and what it meant. Off the record, our records show he's been buying medium-sized, maximum absorbency diapers from us for years.”
	“I take it you left the package at his house?”
	“He was actually home. He took it from me, after he came to the door, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, saying 'See you soon. And thanks.'
	'Sure!' I said back. Then I left. I realized I didn't know what he meant at the time about thanks, I thought he was thanking me for the package. I would soon, though.”
	“So I take it you went back to his house that night?” the mare asked.
	“Yup! Yup! But, um.. first can I take a break? I need Mister Wayward to, um... it's just number one, but it was a little squishy when I sat down and I just felt a lot coming out all of the sudden. I drink lots 'cause I'm outside all day, but that means I pee a lot when I do, and sometimes, as Mister Wayward says, the gates just open up.”
	The mare nodded. “Certainly. I can understand why maximum absorbency is preferred.”
	“We'll take a fifteen minute break. Just go back into the waiting room, tell him what you need. He sounds flexible.”
	“He is!”
	All three ponies got up, stretching. The two interviewers exiting from one door behind them, Derpy waddling out of the door behind her into the hall, then down the corridor to where her boyfriend waited, reading, with the diaper bag.

3

	Derpy sat before the interviewers on the floor again, a fresh diaper covering her rump not even fully broken into her form yet.
	“Much better!” she said.
	The two interviewers looked at each other, then nodded.
	“Is it okay to ask a couple of questions?” the mare asked.
	“Sure!” Derpy replied, rocking back and forth while looking up.
	“On a scale of one to ten, exactly how unpotty trained are you?”
	“Ten being the most?”
	They nodded.
	“Um... six, maybe seven? I sometimes feel when I gotta go and make myself go, but a lot of the time I'm peeing a little at a time without even realizing it. Then sometimes I won't even know I have to go and what happened earlier... happens. It also sometimes happens when me and Mister Wayward take a shower – the warm water touches my thighs and if I don't notice I'm peeing he sometimes does. Warm water, warm blanket on my upper inner thigh, lotsa sweat down there on a hot night, even putting my legs up when being changed... can make me go sometimes. Usually only a little, but I feel it. Sometimes when Mister Wayward tickles me I can get up really wet, too.”
	They looked at each other again.
	“For the most part it sounds like you think you've begun wetting yourself, so your brain says it's okay to just let go,” observed the stallion. “The past has shown you it's okay to do so, so you're safe.”
	“I think you maybe you're right!”
	“What about... the other need of yours?”
	“Um...” Derpy looked away for a moment, then back at the two. “I really don't want to talk about that without Mister Wayward with me. Sex is really private and I wouldn't want to say anything to upset him. I think I said too much about showering and tickling already.”
	The stallion couldn't help laughing.
	“She means number two, Derpy.”
	“Oh! I guess that makes sense.” Derpy looked down at her diapers, then up at them. ”I'm a little unpotty-trained with that. Mister Wayward says he reads it can take a lot longer, but I kinda wanna see if we can do it.”
	“It does take quite a bit of time,” said the stallion, nodding while jotting down notes.
	“It's, um, like a challenge to me and him. We've done what we can to make it easier... I have bran muffins for breakfast most mornings, and me and Mister Wayward both like coffee and lots of soft drinks that help. I've had it happen a couple of times, but mostly I gotta do it myself. I've had a bout of, um... the runs that I couldn't control once, that's really the closest. Mister Wayward didn't bat an eye cleaning me up during those couple days.”
	“Any enemas or suppositories used?” asked the mare.
	The stallion added, “we won't write a negative response if shake your head, but don't want us to include it.”
	“It's okay...” Derpy smiled. “We've tried them both a couple times. They kinda just... don't feel very good on my insides. Mister Wayward also doesn't want me getting 'dependent' on them. But we do lotsa yoga together and I get the feeling it helps things move along each time!”
	“That's good to hear, exercises is important,” said the mare. “To ask a more general question, how many diapers would you say you go through a day?
	“Oh, my...” Derpy's eyes shifted again, back and forth. “Wow, uh...”
	“You don't have to answer. Please remember that.”
	“Um...” She looked up. “I will, I'm just thinking... I guess, four to seven? It really Depends.”
	“As many as an infant,” said the stallion, jotting a note again.
	The mare shot him a slight glare.
	“What he means to say is it's a healthy amount. It's a sign your body is working well.”
	“Yeah... that's what Mister Wayward says, too.” Derpy giggled. “Oh, one more thing! Mister Wayward told I could say this if I wanted to. He gives me something called Chlorophyll each morning and before bed. This started a couple years ago! It's this little pill that makes messy diapers not smell. It just... kinda turns everything green. It's really weird, but we've stopped it a few times and everything went back to the way it was really fast.”
	“Interesting,” said the stallion, continuing to write. “That isn't uncommon. No other side-effects?”
	“Not really... Um, should I continue my story?”
	The two looked at each other, then back at Derpy.
	“If you like,” said the mare.

4
	“I sat down in Mister Wayward's living room, the package between the two of us; him on his couch, me in the chair. He was breaking the top of the box.
	'Remember when you said you like rubber?' he asked me, 'and chains, and bondage?”
	'Of course!' I said. 'Um... what about it?'
	He opened the tab on the box, reached in and took a couple of bags that were ziplock. He tossed one to me and I looked at it.
	It had in it something I didn't quite recognize, but made sense. It was blue, and rubber, and looked like a really big pair of shorts or underwear. It also felt padded, like there was a towel inside. As I moved it around I also heard the jingle of a chain. I looked up at him.
	'Those are called All-in-One rubber pants,' he said, reaching into the box and pulling out another bag. 'They can be worn by themselves or over diapers.'
	'Oh, my...,' I said, as he passed me another package. It looked like was full of beach towels.
	'These are diapers, with some large safety pins in the bottom of the bag.' He smiled. 'I've got a few more All-in-Ones, about eight diapers, and a changing mat in here. If I got that last item I mentioned out, the mat... would you be okay with laying on it?'
	I looked up at him.
	'Um... this seems like it could be fun, but how does it combine our interests? Maybe the rubber?'
	I still remember what he said. He said it with that same cheesy wink he always has when he's trying to be silly:
	'Hey... it's me you're taking to here. Trust me. There's a surprise involved.'
	I really don't like surprises normally, but I really trust Mister Wayward, and the surprises hadn't been bad so far, so I said, 'Okee!'
	Soon he was laying a peach pad out in the middle of the floor. Before I could even get up, he stood up, took me by the arms and gently picked me up and set me down on it, rump first. It was... neat, like I was flying. Before I knew it he was unbuttoning my shorts.
	'Thank you for doing this, Derpy,' he said, as he took them and my panties off. 'I hope we have fun.'
	'Me too,' I said, as he set my panties aside.
	He was holding two of the towel-thingies in his hand, and I noticed they were sort hourglass-shaped.
	'Legs up,' he said quietly.
	I did as I was told and both went under my bottom. He held my legs up, picked up a small container to the side and I heard this pop sound... then felt this powder touching my backside and privates.
	'That feels kinda nice,' I said, as he put the powder down. 'I don't think I've ever had foalpowder put on me, even as a foal.'
	I remember he said, 'it's actually cornstarch. Same idea, just better for you.'
	'Thanks,' I said, as he reached with both hands to the side.
	'You can lower your legs,' he said. 'Please keep them a bit open, though.'
	'Okay,' I said, doing as he asked.
	Mister Wayward then pulled the material up between my legs and took the two large safety pins, fastening them snugly. He was really gently and it felt soft, despite it being kinda tight... and I liked that.
	'Almost done,' he said, reaching over and grabbing one of the ziplock bags with the blue pants inside. 'Two more steps. Put your legs a little more together now.'
	Again, as he took them out I heard the jingle of the chain, and looked over my legs to see the diapers had a chain on them, a lot like a pair of pants has a belt.”
	The mare and stallion looked at each other, then nodded.
	“Go on...”
	“He looked at me and, kinda grinned, looking inside of the rubber pants for a moment.
	'Hear that?” he said, jingling the chain again. 'That's part of the surprise.'
	I remember giggling.
	'Okay,' I said to him.
	Before I knew it he was slipping them on me. They crinkled so loudly you could have heard them in the next room, it was almost like a candy bag. I kinda got into a position with my feet on the floor and my rump in the air, something I learned in yoga, as he slipped them on me past the diapers. I looked down to see the chain, looking a bit longer than it needed to be to be a belt.
	'It's too big,' I said, as Mister Wayward reached down with both hands and pulled me to my feet.
	'No, it's actually perfect!' he said in reply.
	He walked behind me and hugged me, snuggling my neck before giving me a kiss on the cheek... it was really nice. I felt him pulling at the ends of the chain.
	'What're you doing?' I asked him.
	'Do you trust me?” he replied in my ear. 'This is the part of the game that's going to take a lot of trust.'
	'Uh-huh,' I said, looking up at him. 'I trust you.' He was looking down at the chain in his hand.
	'Okay,' he reached with one hand, patting the side of my hip, crinkling the rubber pants. He then went into his pocket. 'Suck in your tummy as hard as you can.”
	I did as I was told and saw he had something pretty small and metal in his hand when he brought it back into view. I kept my stomach sucked in and he put it on the chain... it was a small padlock. He clicked it closed, the chain now tight but not uncomfortable.
	'There!' he said, backing up. 'Oh, my goodness... look at that cute little bottom of yours!”
	I found myself looking down at the diapers... first the crotch, then the backside. I saw the chain, dangling from the top, along with the lock. I knew what it was there for and I tried to push the diapers down, but the chain kept them up. My hips felt bigger than the opening they left and it was tightest just above my hips.
	'Neat,' I said, 'cause I kinda liked how creative it was. I pushed my legs together, crinkling the diapers, and feeling their thickness. I almost couldn't get my legs together. I looked up at him. 'This feels really funny between my legs,' I said. 'And I like that!'
	'I thought you might,' he said, walking up to me and giving me a hug. We kissed... it just seemed right after sharing that special time together.
	He set his head on my shoulder, and I whispered in his ear, 'They're perfect. I like not having a choice sometimes. It's relaxing if I can trust the pony.'
	'I know,' he whispered back, pulling his head away. 'Now... I clean up a bit, organize things, and...' he looked back at me.
	'And what?'
	'Why, we enjoy a quiet day in doors.' He picked up the box, collapsed it, and set it in the corner, setting the extra pants, a diapers, pins, pad and powder on top of a few shelves that just had books below them. He put my shorts and panties alongside them.
	'That sounds fun,' I said, nodding.
	I couldn't let him do all the stuff alone, plus I was curious. I helped him roll up the mat a little tighter, and when that was done I went for the last pair of rubber pants and looked at them.
	I'd never seen anything like it – they had a chain on the belt loops, but they also had a chain inside of them, reaching all the way to the  legs holes, which had a smaller chain going around them. I looked down at them, then up at Mister Wayward.
	'They're special, locking rubber pants.' he said. “T'hey're designed for both stallions and mares. Stallions tend to have narrower hips, so it's harder to get the right size to keep them on right if that's the case, but...' he reached over, pointing. 'See the tight chain on the leak guard there?'
	'Uh-huh.'
	'That's there so a stallion can't...get his weenie to stick out of the leak guard.'
	I looked up at him.
	'I get it... the idea is you now control if I get to go to the bathroom?'
	'That's right. As well as where you get to go.'
	I looked down again and I remember I had just one thing to say. 'Neat.'
	I really had never heard of anything like this... and I really did like the idea of being locked up in thick underwear that would embarrass me if anypony saw me, with loud, crinkly rubber on the outside and soft towels so thick I'd feel them all the time, every step I took. It just made me feel giggly... plus Mister Wayward being able to tell me when I could go was something I never considered could be so much fun!”
	“This is all pretty normal way some ponies can show love and affection to each other,” said the mare. “Love is love. Submissive, dominant, a mixture... something else without a name. It doesn't matter. It sounds like you two are consenting adults, going out of your way not to hurt each other, and not breaking any laws.”
	“You sound just like Mister Wayward sometimes...”
	The stallion smiled. “That's possibly because she wrote an article on this very subject.”
	“If your Mister Wayward is channeling my ideas, I'm flattered,” the mare said. “I didn't say exactly what I wrote, but the spirit's there. They're common thoughts all the same, that can unite us.”
	The stallion nodded.
	“Then what happened?”
	“Except for the fact that I was wearing thick diapers that I really didn't want to even walk in front of the window for, um... a couple of reasons, it was a normal evening. We made dinner together, played checkers. I spent most of the night sitting on his floor, because I kinda like it there. Mister Wayward tried me again at chess, but I'm not very good and forget some of the moves. I did notice Mister Wayward gave me a huge soft drink a little late, along with the water we normally have with dinner, but I thought it was just a treat. I mean, it was a treat... and he also gave me some raisin nut muffins and coffee ice cream for desert.
	As he was putting away the chess set, I felt a very sudden shift in my insides. When he came back, I got his attention.
	'Wayward?” I said. 'I need to ask you something.'
	He turned to me, smiling.
	'Anything, Derpy. Just ask.'
	I remember holding my hand out and holding on to the lock.
	'Can you please give me the key? I really have to go to the bathroom.' He smiled at me, holding up a finger. At first I thought he was telling me one moment. 'Oh. Um, okay!' I then realized he wasn't telling me to hold on at all. 'You're shaking your head, and... you're pointing at the diapers. Great.'
	He walked off, glancing back at me, continuing to smile as he exited the room with the chessboard. I remember realizing I was still holding my hand out and still holding on to the lock. I lowered my hand and let go.
	'Too much?” he asked me from the other room. 'We can end the game here.'
	'Um... it's just surprising. I wasn't expecting you to tell me to just go in my pants. Feels kinda like I should've seen it coming.'
	He stuck his head back in the room.
	'Shall I unlock you?”
	I looked down at the diapers, then up at him.
	'Just... I can do it. I gotta do both, just... you'll clean me up afterwards?'
	'Of course. I told you where to go, and it's what diapers are made for. I gotta be there to help you out of any messes. It's only right.'
	'Makes sense.' I looked down again at the diapers, feeling the gentle pressure of the chain as I sighed out... realizing then I really could not take them off even if I really wanted to. That thought... kinda made me bite my lip a little, but in a very happy way. “I guess... some privacy?'
	He nodded.
	'Sure. Call me when you're done.'
	I nodded.
	Of course, he then stepped across the living room and into the bathroom. It was all quiet now.”

5
	“I was left by myself...
	'Oh, my...' I said, examining the diapers, picking up the chain and dropping it. 'Aaahhh...' I spoke loud enough for Mister Wayward to hear. 'Okay! Here we go.'
	I held my fist tightly in my right hand and shut my eyes. I can remember I lowered my head and biting my lip... it's really hard to pee yourself the first time on purpose, it's like everything I'd been ever told about potty training said to me it was wrong, but after a little work it started coming out. I remember it kinda tickled. I continued to push down on my tummy and, um... let's just say after a couple pushes other things started happening. I was probably straining, kneeling on Mister Wayward's carpet for less than a minute... but it felt a lot longer. Eventually my bladder was empty and I didn't have to go at all anymore. That felt great. I noticed the weight on my backside, under my tail, and between my legs.
	I opened my eyes and looked down. It was hard to tell because of the rubber, but I could see I'd soaked through all three layers of diapers. I put my hand to my backside and my other hand between my crotch and gently squeezed. I felt it squish a bit and began to smell what I'd just done.
	'Oh... wow.' I looked up, speaking loud enough to be heard by Mister Wayward... and, thinking about it, probably loud enough to be heard by his neighbors, too:
	'Okay, I'm all done! It's uh... really warm!' I waited a moment, and when I didn't hear Mister Wayward reply, I said, more quietly. 'I guess, um, you're going to change me now... right?'
	Just as I was starting to get a little antsy, the door opened and the toilet flushed. Mister Wayward came out, looking at me, wiping his hands.
	'Good girl,' he said with a smile. I giggled in response, I like it when he talks to me like that. 'Yes, of course I'm going to change your diapers, Derpy. Very soon.' He went into his pocket, taking out a couple of his special cigarettes. 'But... how about we let it cool first?'
	We sometimes each enjoy one of his cigarettes before bed... it can help me sleep. I took it and he lit them both and we smoked. We sometimes also can get a little silly afterwards, and as I was laying down on the changing mat, watching Mister Wayward set out all the supplies, a really funny thought entered my mind:
	'Laying back like this is really comfy. It's sorta like I'm being pampered!'
	Mister Wayward shook his head, I remember.
	'That's the idea,' he said. 'Glad you're enjoying it.'
	'I do like this,' I said back. 'I trust you, Wayward...'
	He nodded, approaching me, setting an open container of wipes by my leg.
	'I really have to wonder, though...'
	He kneeled in front of me, taking out the key.
	'Yeah?'
	'… is a pair of diapers just one diaper, or two?'
	He put his palm against his face and shook his head.
	'In your case, Derpy, it's three,' he said as he put the key in the lock.
	He then changed my diapers, wiping me off really gently and being such a gentlecolt. I don't want to get too personal, but it's strangely soothing having somepony you care about inspecting and cleaning off your personal bits, not feeling like you have to hide anything. It felt safe.
	I laid back, and just stared up at the ceiling. His light was on and I squinted my eyes while looking at it, and it kinda had that really pretty, cool streaking effect. Before I knew it, I was getting a new All-in-One put on and locked up.”
	“Sounds like a pretty relaxing evening,” said the stallion, continuing to take notes.
	“That's a lot of change going on...,” said the mare. “Hope you don't mind the pun.”
	“Not at all!” Derpy giggled.
	“In the morning me and Mister Wayward cleaned the diapers by hand, leaving them hang drying in front of his fan, but before that we were up a few more hours and I kinda... needed another change before bed. This time it was just number one, but Mister Wayward had given me a LOT to drink that night and, well... I didn't have to ask him for the key this time.”
	“That's a sign you were comfortable doing this with him,” said the mare.
	“Uh-huh!”
	“Anything else you'd like to add?” asked the stallion.
	“'Um...' Derpy thought for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. 'That night I wore the diapers to bed and had a lot of fun snuggling with Mister Wayward. After the lights went off, he said something to me. Almost in my ear.”
	The mare smiled. “What was it? You don't have to tell us if it's too personal.”
	“'It's okay... he said, 'the diapers I ordered for you have a special name,'
	I asked him what the name was and he told me.
	'Unpotty Training Pants,' he said.
	I got the joke right away and couldn't help giggling. They're pull-ups the grown-up pony wearing them isn't supposed to be able to remove by herself, so she has to go in them instead of the potty! It's so silly and yet makes so much sense!”
	The stallion and mare looked at each other, then back at Derpy.
	“Yes, it's a very popular item in our catalog, hitting multiple boxes for ponies' personal desires, but it's also somewhat controversial a product,” said the stallion. “They've been pulled and reinstated a couple of times for that reason. They're back now, and it looks like it's going to stay that way, but some ponies aren't happy.”
	Derpy looked at him.
	“Why are they controversial? I really like them!”
	“You consented to this game...” said the mare, plainly. “It's easy enough to put them on a pony who does not consent, however, or a pony who's not able to give consent. You said you would not be able to remove them, even if you really wanted to.”
	“Oh,” Derpy blinked. “I never thought about that.”
	“That just means you're innocent,” said the stallion.
	“And that's a good thing!” Added the mare, glaring at him yet again.
	“Yeah...” said Derpy, sitting back on her padded duff and looking up. “I am innocent.”

	6

	“In the morning, Mister Wayward and me had a pretty normal breakfast and he did a few light chores while I played with his Jenga blocks. Walking back and forth, he actually played a game with me between doing stuff. When I realized he was about to clean the diapers, though, I left my tower to ask him if he wanted help.
	'Sure,' he said, as I entered the bathroom.
	We cleaned them in this big white bucket in the bathroom, then hung them up, like I said, in front of a fan in his basement. I remember they dried a lot quicker than I was expecting them to.
	He had to run some errands. It was raining out, and I kinda wanted to go and kinda didn't because of it. When I tried to put my shorts on over the diapers, Mister Wayward came up, with a hand in front of his mouth, hiding his smile.
	'They're so thick!' I said. 'I can't get my shorts over them.' He walked behind me again, grabbing on to my shorts and attempting to pull them up, but couldn't to it either. 'Um... now what?'
	He turned me around, so we were face to face, straightening out my shirt.
	'We've got a few choices, Derpy: I can take you out of those diapers and you can come with me. Or you can lose the shorts and come with me, diapers on full display for every pony and her sister to see... or you can stay here for an hour or so and I can come home with a surprise for you.'
	Of course I chose the last one. He ended up taking a bit longer than expected to come home, so long I ended up needing a new diaper, but that was okay. I was able to at least change my shirt while waiting for him, and he did come home with a surprise for me. A couple, actually.”
	“What was it?” asked the mare.
	“Aside from some candy, he also had a package of disposable diapers he had picked up in the market behind Rarity's shop. They were the brand we still use, they had come new to Ponyville!'”
	The two looked at each other, giving an approving nod before turning back to Derpy.
	“He said to me:
	'Derpy... you like this game, right?'
	I nodded my head, just listening.
	'The Unpotty Training Pants are too thick to go anywhere wearing pants. You can wear them here, of course. But these..,' he held up the package of diapers. 'These I think you'll be able to fit your shorts over.'
	I felt myself smiling.
	'We can try them,' I said. 'I'd like that...'
	'Very well...'
	With that, he took me by my hand, and I found myself spinning and giggling as he gave me a hug and light swat to the rump. It felt like I was flying again. Soon my bottom flopped back down on the changing mat. This time, however, he took out the disposables and put them on me. They're a lot louder, I noticed that even as he was just diapering me.
	'Wow,' I said, crinkling them with my hand after he taped them up.
	Mister Wayward had an idea he hadn't told me as to how to make them a little more quiet. He had something hidden in his hand and told me to put my legs up. Again, I did as I was told and soon enough I realized I was about to be wearing the same underwear I'd put on the morning before and had come over wearing, just OVER the diapers.
	'There,' he said. 'Back in panties, like a big girl. How does it feel?'
	I looked down at them, then back up at him, the diapers sticking out of the edges of the leg holes. 'This is a really funny way to wear panties.' I said, sighing.
	We both laughed, but sure enough... after he tossed me my shorts I tried to put them on. They felt a little less roomy in the seat, but I pulled them up no problem. Even under my shorts and panties the diapers still crinkled kinda loud every time I moved my hips or took a step.
	'You may find this hard to believe, Derpy.' He began, inspecting my shorts. 'But those diapers you have on now actually say they're a bit more absorbent than all three diapers you've had on at once these past twelve hours.'
	I looked down at the crinkly plastic sticking out above the top of my shorts, then up at Wayward.
	'They're certainly louder,' I said.
	He kinda giggled, shaking his head.
	'We need a safeword,' he said. “We really do for what we're doing. What would you like to be?”
	“Um... I don't know.'
	He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
	'How's coconuts sound? Neither of us really like them.'
	'Um.. okay! Sounds gross.'
	He smiled. 'Glad you like it.'
	To tell the truth, um... I haven't had to say it ever!”

7

	The stallion and mare looked at Derpy, then looked at each other.
	“You seem happy, Derpy,” said the stallion.
	“I am!” she replied, rocking back and forth. “Very happy!”
	“We want to know that, as it makes for an interesting adventure for our readers,” said the mare. “There's too much violence and unhappiness out there, it's refreshing to talk to a happy pony. Is there anything else you want to add?
	“Um...” Derpy thought for a minute. “It took a while for me to start doing this, but I wear diapers to work all the time now, under my shorts. You probably figured that, though... it's the one time Mister Wayward says he wants me to change myself so I don't get rash. I've gotten pretty good at it, too. If anything, I don't have to stop so much at work, and that's a good thing, 'cause I work at the post office and I'm always moving!”
	“Ever get a rash?” asked the stallion.
	“Of course! Mister Wayward's really good at treating them when they pop up, though... he has all these ointments that make it less sore. Oh! He also he told me it's okay for me to say he really recommends, if you're going to wear diapers all the time, that ponies get rid of their pubic hair. Stuff can get... stuck in it, and that's no fun.”
	“Makes sense,” the stallion said, nodding. “Anything more?”
	“We do yoga and spent time with Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, and they're that... couple Mister Wayward was talking about to me. They're super nice! Sometimes me and Tree Hugger have our own separate tea party under their table, playing the role of their twin hassocks, and talking to the mice! Also, um... can I ask you two a question?”
	The two looked at each other, then back at Derpy.
	“Of course!” The stallion said. “The interview is running shorter than we expected it to.”
	“Um... you both work for a place that makes adult diapers and bondage diaper stuff, right?”
	They looked at each other again, saying in sync. “...yes?”
	“Do... either of you wear diapers or take care of somepony like me? You seem really nice.”
	They sat for half a moment, taken aback by what they had been asked. Finally one of them spoke:
	“Aww... thank you!” The mare smiled. “I've got two grown babies at home, and mare and a stallion, both around your age, in diapers all the time. You remind me a lot of the stallion. I've got a babysitter for them and everything. I've tried adult diapers myself a few times, and they're not for me... unless I'm on a deadline. I do see the appeal, though.”
	The stallion nodded.
	“I've got a stallion a few years older than you, who likes to be babied, and we've been together for ten years.  He's been in diapers for eight of them. He's got a babysitter, too, who's only there really to keep him company and change his diapers while daddy needs to work... and to give daddy a break once and a while. I've never tried adult diapers, personally, but I'm not adverse to the idea, it's just not something I'm tuned into right now.”
	“Oh... I understand.” Derpy looked at them both. “That's really cool!”
	“Glad you like it, Derpy,” said the stallion. He looked back at his partner. “I think we've got enough. Anything you can think of?
	She looked down at Derpy.
	“Thank you very much for the interview, Derpy. You are a very nice, young mare, and Mister Wayward sounds pleasant. I hope you two enjoy the rest of your week up her in Canterlot. Remember, you are both VIPs and guests of honor here. Feel free to tour our facilities, free of charge, and enjoy the sights!”
	“Okee.”

Coda

	The two got up, along with Derpy, and all exited out of their respective doors. Derpy went down the hall to the waiting room.
	“Mister Wayward?” she said, approaching his chair. “The interview's done.”
	The stallion looked up, smiled, and nodded, stretching, putting away his book.
	“That was quick! Can't believe we got a whole week's paid vacation for this.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. “Hope you had fun the whole time you were back there.”
	Derpy nodded.
	“Okay, then,” he stuffed the book in his bag. “What do you say we go get lunch? We can eat anywhere you like.” He held open the door. “I am starved! We can talk about it on the way, if you want.”
	Both ponies smiled.
	“Sure!”
	Together, they exited into the street, where several ponies also walked, wearing just diapers and shirts... their partners nearby with diaper bags. It was a beautiful day.
	Above them all, near a window looking down from a few floors up, was the grizzled face belonging to the CEO of  The ABDL Symposium. He was looking over the notes he had just been handed from his two employees. Despite his hardened appearance and fine suit jacket, he wore no pants, and his legs were in the air as he lay on a table. He was being attended to by a third pony who remained clinical and calm despite being literally paid to cleanup her boss's messes.
	“Yes, this is good, this is very good... you were right.” He looked up at his two associates, who smiled, then back at the couple leaving. “Even the most mundane pony can sparkle one you get to her. These two seem genuine, especially her, and that piques even my jaded curiosity. Very nice.” He looked back, just as the diapered gray mare disappeared with her partner into the crowd. “Keep up the good work, you two. You're going places.”
	They both smiled, happy their idea had been such a success. Little did their interviewee know the pressure they were under. All gone. It was, indeed, a beautiful day.

The End