Second of the six. Four remain.

_“Lulu, please let me in! I can’t hold it anymore!” Celestia whined as she gently struck the door with her hoof. On her back side was a large, fluffy, night-printed diaper. With the moons and stars, the diaper screamed that it belonged to Luna.

“Sorry, sister. You took one of my diapers, you’re gonna use it.” Luna huffed from behind the royal bathroom door.

Celestia gave a soft whine. “It’s coming ooouuut!”

Luna’s ear twitched as she listened to the familiar sound of a pony wetting their diaper in full torrent. She grinned to herself.

“Good! Maybe now you’ll learn to ask before taking — or better yet, have some of your own!”_