While Vinyl waited impatiently for Berry Punch to bring her beer, the padded dj quickly opened her saddlebag containing all her records. Quick as a flash, she found the one she wanted to open up her gig with and floated it over to the turntable. Pretty soon, loud music was blaring through the club and Vinyl Scratch appeared to be more or less in her element.

Octavia smiled at seeing her friend take so well to all of this. She knew it couldn't have been easy. It was certainly hard for the cello player not to give thought to the extremely thick padding beneath her. And it reminded her of its presence with every step she took, the loud music doing nothing to drown out the subtle sounds of crinkles.

But Octavia had to admit that her friend and fellow musician looked awfully cute in diapers. "It's too bad there's no way I'd ever be able to convince her to wear one around the house," She thought to herself. "Vinyl is such a cute baby," Then she blushed. "Although, she's not the only one who can rock the pampers look."

Then the earth pony's thoughts were interrupted as the sound of hoofsteps rapidly filled the club. Almost as if by magic, ponies from all trots of life came strolling into the club. Every single one of them wore diapers, and Octavia was quite surprised at the variety she saw. Hers was not the only diaper to have a custom design. In fact, the club goers wearing just plain white diapers seemed to be in the minority. Most were wearing colorful prints with all kinds of foalish designs, and in many hues of pink, blue, yellow and even sometimes green or purple. Did they all get them from Pacific, or was there an entire underground market for big foals that manufactured them?

Well, those were thoughts for another time and place. Octavia didn't really care who saw her like this, chances were that the ponies coming here were not the kind to disclose their personal lives so easily. Down here though, they could be themselves with no fear of judgment. Most likely they would assume she was just like them.

Realizing that she must look quite silly standing around in the middle of the club with nothing to do, Octavia steadied herself, took a deep breath and waddled her way onto the dance floor. She'd never done any sort of dancing before, she was always a performer by nature and trade. She was content to watch others dance to her music, or to any kind of music in general.

But that was then and this was now. The cello player kept her trained eyes on the other stallions and mares that surrounded her. There seemed to be no rhythm or reason behind their movements. They swayed, shook about and even bounced without bothering to time their actions to the beat. Even the change of music brought about by the second song did nothing to change the dance movements that could best be described as freestyle. If they didn't care about how they danced then neither would she.

Octavia slowly moved her body, one way and then another without much thought put into it. As she did it she could feel herself letting go, her mind telling her that this was acceptable and nopony was going to bat an eye. Still, she found it difficult to maintain her balance, and more than once she felt her legs betray her and send her tumbling to the floor. Thank goodness it was so soft.

"Honestly, they make it look so easy," Octavia thought with a pang of jealousy. "And some of them have to be wearing diapers as thick as mine, if not thicker! Heck, even Vinyl could stumble home in them no problem even after she'd used them." However, it seemed the only way she was going to learn was through lots of practice, lots of trial and error.

The mare was snapped out of her ponderings as she saw Berry Punch waddling up to the bars that surrounded Vinyl's turntable, carrying what was obviously a beer in a baby bottle. An interesting choice, but it definitely fit the club's theme.

"About time!" Vinyl exclaimed above the music and the chorus of crinkles on the dance floor. She readily accepted the drink with her magic, not even seeming to care about what it was being served in.

Berry just winked. "Remember, Vinyl, it's your only beer of the night. Try not to chug it down."

Vinyl simply replied. "No promises." But Octavia did notice that her friend didn't immediately move to place the baby bottle's rubber nipple against her lips.

Hopefully, a drunken Vinyl would not need escorting home by Octavia when the night was over and the gig ended.


Just after Berry Punch returned to the bar, and just as Vinyl's second song was about to end, Octavia happened to notice a cream colored unicorn mare nervously entering the club at the other end of the room. Come to think of it, that unicorn looked oddly familiar, especially with that black sweater she wore that didn't even cover up the thick diaper she was wearing (a plain white one at that).

As Octavia stood there in silent pondering, wondering where she had seen this unicorn before, the music unexpectedly stopped. Was something wrong?

"Hey, everypony," Vinyl's voice reverberated throughout the entirety of the club. "DJ..." She seemed to pause and stutter a bit. "P-Pamps here. Just wanted to, you know, give a little shout out to a very special guest. She's coming back despite what happened last time she was here. So let's all give a big Fountain of Youth welcome to Moondancer! Gotta hoof it to ya, girl! You certainly know how to party!"

The unicorn now identified as Moondancer let out an eep! Before she could even think of making a run for the exit though, she was practically swarmed over by the other club patrons and they all ushered her towards the dance floor in front of Vinyl's crib like turntable.

"Come on, Moondancer," Vinyl continued to speak. "There's no need to be shy. Everypony's just here to have a good time. Don't be ashamed, we're all wearing diapers. It's in the dress code and everything. So forget about your troubles and just let yourself go, get into the experience. DJ Pamps wants to see all her guests enjoy themselves after all." Then, doing her best to hide a raging blush, the unicorn switched on a new record and then went straight for her baby bottle full of beer.

If Octavia hadn't heard it herself she would never have believed it. Vinyl rarely spoke when she was djing. In fact, she rarely spoke at all to anypony besides Octavia. For her to not only do so but to take up her new stage name within the club for the sake of Moondancer, it was surprising to say the least. But surprising in a good way. "This club is working wonders for Vinyl," She thought to herself as she went back to dancing for a little bit. "I can't think of any other club that's been this welcoming to her."

Yet as the dancing continued and the music continued to play almost non-stop, Octavia found herself beginning to grow thirsty. That bar was beginning to look quite appealing right about now, and it seemed a few other padded ponies were already there given how three of the five highchairs were currently occupied.

So the padded cello player waddled towards the bar as best she could. She was slowly but surely beginning to learn how to walk about and dance in diapers, it required a good deal of concentration and thought out actions but it was doable. Hopefully she could eventually learn how to do it subconsciously, without needing to think about where her hooves should go or how much weight to balance where.

It took a great deal of effort for the mare to climb into one of the unoccupied highchairs. Somehow, though, she managed. Once satisfied that she was in a suitable seating position, she re-latched her highchair bar and sat down. As she did so her diaper compressed and gave off a chorus of crinkles, to the point where her rear almost sank right into the seat of the padding.

Berry Punch was at Octavia's side in a heartbeat. "Finally ready to order some drinks, are we?" She asked her newest customer.

"I... guess so," Octavia replied in uncertainty. As she was unfamiliar with the bar she wasn't sure what they offered. And she also realized she hadn't brought a purse or saddlebag of any kind, she had no bits on hoof for payment. "I'm terribly sorry, though. I'm afraid you'll have to 'put it on my tab' as it were, I haven't any money."

Berry just giggled. "Hey, it's okay. First timers get drinks on the house. Besides, you're a VIP. And with how many other paying customers I've got tonight, I'm sure Pacific won't mind me serving you for free. DJ Pamps has done wonders for this place, every night now we're up to our necks in customers. Ponies come from far and wide now. Heck, we've even had some non-ponies curious enough to give this place a shot. And every single one of 'em's left one hundred percent satisfied."

Octavia had to resist the urge to gasp as her eyes widened ever so slightly! "My goodness! I never knew Vinyl was this popular with the crowd. No wonder you're paying her so well."

Berry nodded to her fellow earth pony. "Indeed. But just like it is with me, I hope Vinyl eventually starts coming back just for the sake of pleasing the customers. The paycheck's just a nice bonus," She then cleared her throat. "So, what can I get you?"

"Well, what do you have?" The padded cello player inquired. "You serve beer, obviously. But are there any specialty drinks offered at this bar?"

"Not at the moment," Berry Punch readily admitted. "I'm still working on that. There's one drink concoction I've been particularly fond of working on in my spare time: The Sinking Celestia."

Octavia gulped. "That sounds rather potent. Better make sure Vinyl doesn't get into it. Don't need her stumbling home in a mess every night. Once was more than enough."

The bartender giggled. "It's not even finished yet. And don't worry, Vinyl's never getting into it on my watch. Plain beer is almost more than she can handle."

"At least she's got a portable toilet in case of leaks," Octavia teased before seeing fit to say. "I suppose I'll just have a beer too. I assume you don't put anything special into it?"

"Nope, not even formula," Berry replied. "Tried it once and it turned out pretty bad. It takes a lot to make me hate a beer, but that mix did the trick," She made a gag face and wrote down the order on a small notepad. "One beer coming right up. Hope you don't mind baby bottles, it's either that or sippy cups." Then she trotted away to tend to the taps.


As Octavia sat there and waited for her drink, she was surprised to see the highchair off to her left (and the only one not yet occupied) become filled. And it wasn't just any pony who was sitting down in it. It was that sweater wearing unicorn, Moondancer. She still seemed a bit uneasy and unsure of herself if the troubled expression upon her face was any indication.

Despite not really knowing the unicorn that well, something inside of Octavia stirred and she leaned over in her own highchair to talk to Moondancer. "Well hello there. Moondancer, was it? I remember now, you're that unicorn Vinyl saved on her second night here."

Moondancer looked down at the floor, not seeming particularly interested in a conversation as she sighed. "Yeah. It was really stupid of me. I don't even know why I came back here. It's like something in me keeps luring me back."

Octavia wasn't satisfied with this non-committal small talk. Even though she didn't work at this club she still didn't want to see anypony who came here having a bad time. She tried to prod a little deeper. "It doesn't seem like there's anypony here who's judging you for it. Vinyl certainly seems to think you should enjoy yourself, and I have to agree with her."

Moondancer looked up ever so slightly and very slowly. "It's nice that she cares. I'm grateful to her for what she did. But it was still pretty stupid of me to try something so advanced," Still, she sighed. "I think it was even dumber of me to come here in the first place. When it was just inside the comfort of my own home it was one thing, but now..."

The padded cello player simply commented. "Oh I know, it's always a risk to commit to things like this. To show off another side of yourself. Vinyl felt much the same way after her first night. She didn't want anything to do with this place, let alone the diapers. But she decided to come back, and I can tell that she's slowly but surely getting used to it."

The unicorn lifted her head all the way, taking notice of what her eyes were observing: Octavia Melody of all ponies was sitting in the highchair next to her, decked out in nothing but an extraordinarily thick and lavishly decorated diaper (which put Moondancer's plain white one to shame). Octavia seemed like the last pony you would ever expect to find in a place like The Fountain of Youth. She'd always been seen at fancy gatherings and lavish balls, not clubs and certainly not a club such as this meant for a very specific clientele. And yet here the famed cello player was in all her glory, seemingly without a care in the world as to who might see her.

Octavia took notice of the curious expression on Moondancer's face and grinned. "I know what you're thinking: What would a pony like me ever be caught doing in a baby club like this? Well, for one thing, the DJ here is my best friend and my roommate. Even I wouldn't have known about this place had Vinyl not signed up to perform here. And despite all she's done in the two times previous she's been here, I can tell she's still far from certain. Oh sure, she can put on an act with the best of them. Just by looking at her at the turntable you'd never guess she was having the same insecurities you're probably having right now."

"Definitely could've fooled me. She sounded so confident and sure of herself back there," Moondancer commented with a sigh of longing. "I wish I could be like her when she's up there, playing the music and watching the dancers do their thing. I wish I had that kind of confidence. I've been trying to work on my self-esteem ever since I patched things up with an old friend, but it hasn't been easy."

The earth pony nodded in reassurance. "It never is. But it obviously took a lot of courage to come here and show off this side of you, even just to the club. So why do you worry so much? At least while you're here you should leave all those big ponies worries behind, let them just float away. You're here to have a good time and that should be all that matters."

Moondancer was silent for a moment, taking in not just what Octavia had said to her, but also Vinyl's words of encouragement from earlier and from that thank you visit a few days back. She gazed out at the dance floor, watching as other ponies danced about without a care in the world, and stopping only to come up to the bar for a drink or waddle over to the changing stations for obvious reasons.

The silence was interrupted only briefly as Berry Punch showed up, balancing a drink tray on her snout. Upon the tray was a single baby bottle filled to the brim with beer.

Not a word was spoken as Octavia readily accepted the bottle and placed it on the tray of her high chair. Then she took it into her hooves and carefully pressed the bottle's rubber nipple to her lips the same way she'd seen Vinyl do it. She was rewarded for her efforts as the taste of cool liquid reached her parched throat, and she happily suckled down several drops before setting the still half full bottle back down.

Moondancer was surprised at how easy Octavia had made the whole thing seem. It was as if she'd done it all before.

"May I ask what it was that drew you to this... interest?" The cello player questioned.

The unicorn put a hoof to her chin, deep in thought. "I don't really know. It just nagged at the back of my mind and refused to go away. Eventually, I got curious and had to try it. I was so sure I'd hate it, I thought I was too old to have an interest in foalish things: Especially diapers. But after trying it out for the first time something just clicked, it was like a part of me was missing all along and I never knew what it was until then. After that, I started indulging more often, always in the privacy of my own home. I even found out about these adult foal magazines and started subscribing to them," She then recalled a moment that had stuck with her. "Imagine my surprise when I found one of my friends on the cover."

"And did you tell them about it?" The earth pony pressed for more details.

Moondancer nervously answered. "No. I thought about it but I couldn't bring myself to do so, not even when we were alone and could've discussed anything without being overheard," She kicked about, not really caring that she had nothing to kick and all she was really doing was making her padding crinkle all the louder. "A part of me wishes that I had though, just so I had somepony else I could share it all with. I don't even really know how it was I learned about this club, I think I just stumbled across it by accident and one thing led to another."

Octavia took it all in without saying a word.

Moondancer leaned back in her own highchair. "Well, I guess that's about as good an answer I can give as any. I just wish I could be more sure of myself, the way everypony else seems to be."

"I'd say you're already quite sure of yourself if you're coming back after everything that happened," Octavia commented at last. "Just let the night be your guide and go wherever it takes you. Nopony here's judging you, certainly not me and certainly not Vinyl," Then she got an idea. "In fact, why don't we forget about drinks and have a dance or two to really work up a thirst?"

"But I'm not much of a dancer!" Moondancer protested.

Octavia giggled. "Neither am I, certainly not in such thick undergarments as these," She gestured briefly to her padding. "But as they say: It takes two to tango. I'm sure we can both learn as we go."


The two padded mares might quite the sight on the dance floor. Their awkward movements stood out even amongst the lack of direction or rhythm from the other club patrons that currently danced about.

Vinyl Scratch couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she watched Octavia clearly stumble and trip while dancing with Moondancer. It helped take her mind off her own troubles, especially since she was trying oh so hard not to drink down her only beer of the night so quickly. And she'd already half depleted the bottle in only six songs, nowhere close to being done for the night.

And to think, Octavia wasn't even drunk like Vinyl usually was by this time of night. Yet she was dancing in so clumsy a fashion that you'd think she was.

Vinyl laughed to herself so much that she hardly even noticed the faint hissing sound coming from beneath her. Without even a second of hesitation her floodgates had opened, her padding readily absorbing the small stream as if it were nothing.

Oh well, at least the DJ could take some solace in the fact that she wasn't going to be the only one in need of a change by the time this was night over. She had left a particularly important fact about the club, though she was sure Octavia had probably already figured it out just by looking around the place. And if not... well, she'd figure it out soon enough.

"Goodness, Vinyl," A familiar teasing voice interrupted. "You peed yourself already? That beer goes right through you, doesn't it?"

Vinyl spun around to see Berry Punch approaching her with a goofy grin on her face. "Aw come on, I'm not that wet and you know it. I haven't even finished my bottle yet, still got about half way to go."

Berry just made a tsking motion with her hooves. "Well, just be sure to put on a long song before you slip away to get changed." And she departed as quickly as she had arrived.

Vinyl Scratch let out a humph. "That Berry. Who does she think she is lecturing me about drinks and wetting? So I like beer, so what? It's not my fault there are no toilets in this place." Oh well, it hardly mattered. A quick inspection of her diaper told the DJing unicorn that she could most definitely finish the bottle without worry. Her diaper wasn't even close to leaking yet, and neither would she have to worry about getting a rash. So she just continued to put on record after record to keep the crowd going.

As for Octavia, she danced until she was quite certain Moondancer had loosened up and let her worries fade away. Then, satisfied with the results, she waddled back to the bar to finish her drink. In fact, she was so thirsty she accepted a refill without hesitation, and chugged that down in the blink of an eye! Usually, she cared not for the taste of beer, especially the cheap brands. She was more of a fine wine pony herself. But perhaps because she was so thirsty, or perhaps because of the way the beer was brewed here, it tasted so sweet on her lips and tongue.

"Wow! That was fast!" Berry Punch exclaimed when she came by Octavia's highchair again. "Never expected you to finish two beers before Vinyl's finished her first. At this rate, I think she might have to escort you home tonight."

The cello mare giggled. "Oh, shove off!"

Berry then inquired of the VIP. "Either way, I suppose you're on tap for a third?"

But Octavia shook her head. "Oh no, two is more than enough for me for now. Now it's back to the dance floor to shake my padded plot," She unlatched her highchair bar and got down, hardly showing the signs of a pony who'd just drunk almost two whole beers in one sitting. But the mare had hardly taken a step forward when a familiar sensation started to make itself known. It took the form of a subtle twinge in her bladder, so subtle it was almost unnoticed. Almost. With a somewhat troubled expression she turned back to the bar and to Berry. "I assume there are no toilets around here?"

The bartender nodded in firm confirmation. "Afraid not, aside from the one you're wearing of course. That's why we have the changing stations, they aren't just for show you know."

Unknown to Octavia, her dilemma was being observed by Vinyl, who was rather curious to see what her friend's reaction would be. "Come on, Octy!" She silently encouraged. "Let's see how much of a foal you really are!"

If the padded cello pony was at all troubled by her confirmation of the obvious, she didn't show it outwardly. Instead, she just sighed and swished her tail as she relaxed. If one listened closely they probably would've heard a hissing sound as Octavia's padding began to swell up while her bladder emptied itself, until slowly but surely it stopped. Imagine her surprise when the padding underneath her absorbed every last drop of her "accident" as if it had never happened in the first place.

Octavia let out a blissful sigh, as though she'd just come out of the bathroom. "Ah, much better." She declared and waddled away again with no change in her stance.

Vinyl Scratch frowned. Octavia had treated the whole thing with dignity and grace, like she did just about everything else. Just for once, Vinyl had hoped to see that prim and proper facade of hers be cracked even just a little. Besides, it would've meant Octavia could stop ragging on Vinyl for her much bigger accident on the first night.

Oh well.


The night went on as Vinyl and Octavia occupied themselves with their designated roles. The hours passed, but no sense of time seemed to be noticed by either pony.

At last, however, the last song of the night ended and the club closed. It was time for everypony to go home, though not without one final round of applause for "DJ Pamps" for another amazing night of fantastic music.

Moondancer was one of the last ponies to leave. In contrast to the hesitancy with which she had entered the club, she was departing it much more confidently. She'd even had her plain white diaper swapped out for one of the club's custom ones, though she was not yet at the level where she felt comfortable walking home in a diaper of any sort. She still saw fit to express her enjoyment of the night, however. "As long as DJ Pamps is going to be playing here, you can count on me to be a repeat customer time and time again." She'd informed Pacific.

With Moondancer's departure, Vinyl and Octavia were the only other ponies left in the club besides Pacific herself and Berry. And that meant it was time to tend to matters that had been long put off. In Octavia's case, that meant finally getting a diaper change. Or at least the first part of it.

"How is it possible that you are more soaked than Vinyl is?" Pacific half asked/half teased as she tended to Octavia while the cello player lay down upon the changing table in the staff only part of the club.

"At least I didn't make a mess of myself like Vinyl did the first night." Octavia playfully retorted as the diaper was pulled out from her. Before her eyes she saw it revert back to its original alicorn size, just as it was balled up and tossed into a wastebasket for disposal later.

Vinyl blushed and whined. "Octy, how many times do I have to repeat myself?! That only happened once! I was drunk and not paying attention! I haven't done it since."

"Which is why diaper inspections are now mandatory at the end of every shift," Pacific insisted while retrieving some wet wipes to clean Octavia's flanks. "And I think the only reason Octavia wet more than you did, Vinyl, is because of the one beer limit. Yet even with just one beer you gave your padding a good soak too. Small wonder I insist on you wearing the extra absorbent brands with every shift."

Octavia giggled, both from Pacific's statement and from the wet wipes making contact with her bare bottom. "I hope I was a good VIP for you, Pacific. I'd never done this sort of thing before, obviously."

Pacific smiled while twirling her pacifier as it dangled from its string around her neck. "And indeed, you were splendid. I think that super deluxe royal padding is just what we need for a VIP experience, or for anypony willing to pay a little extra for the upgrading," She then helped Octavia up from the changing table. "Feel free to come back any time you'd like, Octavia," And then she turned to Vinyl. "Alright, Vinyl. Now it's your turn to get cleaned up. Don't worry about the paycheck, it's already in the mail."

"Oh, thank Celestia!" Vinyl exclaimed with relief. "Now that's one less thing I have to worry about every time I come here." She was soon wiped clean as well, and after being helped up from the changing table she was free to gather up her records and depart.

The two friends made the short journey back to their home in relative silence. It wasn't until their house came into view that Vinyl saw fit to ask something that had been nagging at her since before the night had begun. "Why'd you go through with it all, Octy? You didn't have to get dressed up in super thick diapers or, y'know, use them."

"Why not? It was all part of the club experience," Octavia insisted. "What harm is there in trying something new? It helped you to feel more confident about it all, did it not?"

"W-well, yeah, of course it did," Vinyl Scratch insisted right back. "But..."

The earth pony shook her head from side to side. "-Is that not what friends do for each other?" She then added. "I really do think you're lucky to have that club, Vinyl. The pay is top notch and everypony there adores you. But that obviously means nothing to you if you're still hung up on the diapers. I can understand why that's such an issue, even if I don't think it should be."

The DJing unicorn reluctantly replied. "Well, I kind of have to commit to that place now. For Moondancer's sake. You know me, I'd hate to disappoint a fan no matter who they might be. Like it or not, DJ Pamps isn't going anywhere any time soon."

Octavia smiled. "Glad to hear that, Vinyl. Glad to hear that."


Moondancer could hardly wait when she got home! Immediately, she rushed upstairs after locking the door to her house. It wasn't long before her horn was lighting up, pulling out a thick Silly Filly brand adult foal diaper and unfolding it. Pretty soon, she was slipping it under her rump and strapping it up nice and tight.

Her most recent trip to The Fountain of Youth had done wonders for her self-esteem. The unicorn mare felt much more confident in herself, and much less hung up and conflicted about her relatively newfound interest. The diapers were definitely the best part of it. It was just like sitting on a big, comfy, poofy pillow that was stuck to your butt.

Moondancer giggled at the foalish thought before turning her attention to her small desk calendar. She flipped through its pages until she found a date that had been marked as being of significant importance: Her birthday. It was coming up in a matter of days, but there was still time to make some last minute adjustments.

The big foal already knew one friend for sure would be onboard with her new idea for how to celebrate the big day. It took an adult foal to understand a fellow adult foal. At least, she was pretty sure Minuette was an adult foal. Why else would she pose for all those adult foal magazines and put her padded plot on display for them?

But that still left at least three other friends (and possibly a fourth if Lyra was able to meet up with the others) who were far less certain. Would they be onboard with such an idea?

Well, there was only one way to find out. Normally, it was the birthday girl who got surprised, but in Moondancer's case she would be the one doing the surprising. She began to compose a letter to send to Lemon Hearts, Twinkleshine, Lyra Heartstrings and Twilight Sparkle (and Minuette too just to be safe):

Hey girls,

I know you probably already have plans in mind for my birthday, but I was thinking we should try something else. It is my birthday after all.

There's this club in Manehattan that I've been frequenting, though I doubt any of you have heard of it as it's pretty underground. It's called The Fountain of Youth, and they got a new dj not too long ago.

I was thinking we could have my birthday party there instead. I'll even pay for the drinks and the VIP experience.

Interested?

Moondancer

And once the letter was sent out, Moondancer made a mental note to stop by The Fountain of Youth tomorrow night to see about booking the VIP experience in advance.