The Consequences of Soarin's Failure - Private RP -
 

( Um, would you like to start, or should I? owo )

Spitfire paced back and forth. In front of her were the other members of the Wonderbolts.

"Everypony here has tried their best," Spitfire said. "Despite that, we still placed last. Clearly somepony hasn't been trying their hardest."

She then scowled at Soarin'. "Everypony is dismissed except for Soarin'."

The other Wonderbolts left the hall, leaving Soarin' and Spitfire alone. "Soarin', I have a special punishment for you. Follow me."

She then trotted down the hallway to her room, fully expecting Soarin' to follow.

As soon as he caught the orange pony's glare, Soarin' knew he was in trouble. His ears pinned down as he nervously followed her down the hallway. He knew he messed up that last show, and he knew full well he'd be punished for it. But what did Spitfire mean by 'Special'...?

Whatever it was, it didn't sound good... Not at all...

Spitfire opened the door to her room. A large package of diapers along with changing supplies was in the middle of the room.

She pulled out one of the thick diapers from the package and place it in front of Soarin'. The diaper in question was decorated in a foalish cloud design.

"You see this diaper?" Spitfire said. "Well, you're gonna be wearing it!"

" What-??!! " That wasn't what Soarin' expected at all!! He expected a punishment such as bathroom cleaning duty for the week, or even a month, or something similar to that. But a diaper?! He didn't even know diapers came in that size!
After a minute, the blue colt began to laugh.
" Y-You're just pullin' my leg, right Fire? You're really not gonna make me wear that stupid thing. Now seriously, what's my real punishment?? "

(OOC - Soarin' has a white coat. The blue is his flight suit.)

Spitfiire's face was an icy, expressionless mask. "I don't joke. This is your real punishment. Since you acted like a foal in the airshow, you'll be treated as one."

She patted the diaper on the floor. "Now will you be a good colt and put the diaper on yourself? Or do I have to diaper you?"

(( Actually, it's more of a sky blue~

http://images5.fanpop.com/image/phot...31-980-815.png

So in a way, we were both right. owo; ))

Just as Soarin' had feared--she was serious. Spitfire wasn't one to joke around with punishments.
" S-Spitfire, please don't make me wear that...! C'mon, I'll do any other punishment other than this! " He didn't even know how to put on a diaper, he hadn't worn one since he was a foal!

Spitfire was unswayed. She unfolded the diaper, placed Soarin's rump atop it, liberally applied foal powder, bought the front of the diaper between his hind legs and taped it up. She then taped up the third tape for his tail

Soarin' now had a thick sky blue disposable diaper with cloud motifs wrapped around his hindquarters. Spitfire giggled slightly. "My, I say, you make a cute giant foal!"

Spitfire's face turned serious. "Now, Soarin', any questions?"

Soarin's muzzle was absolutely red with blush as he looked down at the thick, fluffy garment that was wrapped around his behind. He blushed even more when Spitfire told him he looked cute.
" H...How long am I supposed to wear this thing...?? " He asked.

"Until you learn not to behave so foalishly," Spitfire nonchalantly replied.

She the trotted out the door. "By the way, I'm sure the others would love see you."