Crinklestuck

Day 5

I give myself credit for making the magic bedwetting cure work. I felt miserable in the morning, and I could feel a new lump of feces right below my tail, but not a drop of urine was to be seen on the towels, at least not until I woke up and soaked them. Two flies found my flanks and hindlegs to be the perfect spot for hanging out. They probably enjoyed the smell I no longer could sense. A few minutes later a third one joined them. I continously swatted them away with my tail, but they were persistent.
I dragged myself down to the kitchen but felt too sick to actually eat anything, so I just drank a cup of tea and called it breakfast. Despite knowing for a fact that Spike would arrive soon, yesterday's enthusiasm was nowhere to be seen. The diaper rash did not only affect my skin, but my mood as well.
Later in the morning I checked and double-checked the MIMIII's blueprints. If Spike managed to get all the components I asked for, it should be sufficient. I began building with whatever scraps I could use, but could not get too far.
For lunch I had a few pieces of toast, then finished the last chapter of Rarity's book, because I was curious if Champagne Casanova would forgive Crystal Vanity cheating on him. To my disappointment, he did and they lived happily everafter. So cliché.
Twenty seven minutes later, I heard the front door open. I flew down as fast as I could to see Spike balancing at least a dozen carboard boxes in his arms. I levitated the packages off him and charged in to hug him. He hugged back, then made a disapproving sound when he noticed my strong odor and took a few steps back. He told me he was glad I could finally solve my problem with the help of the parts he brought, then blocking his nose with his claws ran off to his room.
That reminded me that I have not yet cleaned my diaper out like I did before when it was messy, but figured it could wait. I had a more important thing to do, besides, I already had a rash (forcing me to constantly numb the nerves in that area so it would not itch so bad); so I just gathered the materials Spike brought and waddled into my lab to build. I lost track of time, only noticing that I have wet again when the diaper became much warmer, but not realizing the amount of damage I caused until Spike came in - he actually brought donuts, pink frosting and lots of sprinkles, just how I like them - and asked why I was standing in a puddle. Without waiting for my response, he went and got the mop and the bucket and cleaned it up. I thanked him gratefully while I continued working. It was late at night (10:43) when I finished, but I could not wait any longer.
Turning the reciever dish towards my abused hindquarters, I switched the machine on and waited. It took thirty four seconds until the first charts began flowing out of the printer, indicating an even higher amount of magic than I anticipated. But MIMIII did not fail me. In one minute and fifty eight seconds, the reading was finished and I had my nose buried in the graphs and charts. Not only does the diaper contain magic far greater than any pony's but it also shows traces of chaos magic. And the only pony capable of using that kind of power is: Discord. The realization hit me like a kick in the guts. Of course it would be Discord to pull a prank like this on me!
Speaking of a kick in the guts, that was also when I noticed that sometime in the previous few minutes I have defecated again, and I did not even feel anything due to the sedative spells. I turned them off, and the itching immediately returned, along with the feeling of hot sliminess. I sat down to scratch the itch and ended up masturbating again. Too tuckered out to care, I am crashing into bed as soon as I finish these last few lines. I can confront Discord tomorrow.