The unfortunate baby brother


                                            >Story tags: Non-consensual babycon (filly on infant colt), sadism, abuse, scat eating, diapers.


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                                            >Having noticed the forgotten school bag and seeing the familiar nametag on it. The filly unicorn Tinsel thought it was appropriate to return it along the way. Knowing that the forgetful owner’s home, was on the same path as her own.


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                                            >After a brief trek Tinsel stopped when she reached her classmates house. Walking up to the door she gave it a few precise knocks. Dropping the bag down on the porch and scraping an idle hoof on the damp wood as she waited.


                                            >A moment later and an earth pony mare opened the door. Greeting her warmly.

                                            >”Well hello there little one! What can I do for you? Are you perhaps one of Emery’s friends?”


                                            >”Something like that miss. I’m Tinsel, the class rep,” pointing to the bag she continued, “Emery forgot her bag at school today. So I figured I’d drop it off on my way home.”


                                            >”Oh, that’s so very kind of you! My daughter isn’t here yet, but I was just about to make some pancakes for her. Would you like some before you go? Please, it’s the least I can do for the trouble. It’ll only be a minute.”


                                            >The unicorn, having not really eaten much during her lunchtime agreed to the pancakes. Knowing well enough how sluggish her own mother could be sometimes.

                                            >”Sure miss, I’d love some!”

                                            >”Great! And please, just call me Holly.”


                                            >Taking the bag with her she went inside.

                                            >”Hey Holly, where do you want me to put this?”

                                            >”Upstairs please, if you don’t mind?”

                                            >”Sure thing.”

                                            >”Thank you dear. And as I said, the pancakes will be ready in a minute. So feel free to play around with any toys you find.”


                                            >Nodding to her she walked upstairs with the bag.

                                            >And once upstairs she spotted what she perceived to be Emery’s room. Given how cluttered the door was with stickers and banners from various colt bands.


                                            >As she walked up to the plastered door she passed by three others. The middle of which stood completely open. Glancing into the open doorway she noticed a baby cradle and lots of foalish paraphernalia within it. A nursery she realized.


                                            >A second later she found herself outside Emery’s door. Placing the bag down against the door—and forgoing any potential toys inside—she quietly ventured back to the nursery.


                                            >Walking into the softly coloured room Tinsel could sense the baby powder lingering in the air. And in the very centre of it was the cradle she had just glimpsed. Moving towards the small furniture she stopped and peered into it.

                                            >And inside of the cradle she saw a sleeping foal resting happily against its soft bedding.


                                            >Looking the infant over she noticed that its pacifier had fallen out from its mouth. And that it was currently suckling on its little hoof as a makeshift replacement.


                                            >She had no idea how old the baby was. But thinking back she did remember Emery mentioning something about a baby brother once. So she presumed it to be a colt. The rooms interior decorations certainly hinted towards it aswell.


                                            >Reaching down she picked his pacifier up. And as she scrutinized the simple item over a devious smile slowly formed on her muzzle.

                                            >Looking across her shoulder and hearing no hoofsteps on the stairs. She brought the pacifier behind herself.

                                            >Holding it underneath her tail she then pushed the soft nipple into her tailhole.


                                            >Keeping it there for the moment she soundlessly made her way to the lidded, diaper pail in the corner.

                                            >With her magic she then took out a soiled diaper from it. Carefully laying the smelly bundle down on the wooden floor.

                                            >Focusing on the diaper she eventually managed to pry it open without spilling anything. The awful stench coming of it didn’t exactly help her concentration.

                                            >She then reached around herself again, withdrawing the pacifier from her butthole.


                                            >And with the pacifier now in her hoof she proceeded to lower it down into the colt’s filthy mess.

                                            >Dipping the fake teat into the manure she stirred it around a few times. Leaving several thick globs on it before taking it back up.

                                            >Once she was done she closed the diaper up with her magic. Letting it re-join the others in the pail.


                                            >Turning around she then walked back to the sleeping colt. And being as gentle as she could, took his hoof away from his mouth.

                                            >And directly afterwards placed the smeared pacifier next to his small lips. Invitingly pressing on them.

                                            >The baby colt immediately opened his mouth up. Happily latching onto his lost binky.


                                            >Leaning back Tinsel watched with intrigue as the infant suckled on the dirty pacifier. An uncomfortable frown slowly morphing on his face as he did. Seemingly oblivious what to make of the strange taste now filling his mouth.


                                            >”Is it yucky?” she whispered to him indifferently. The rumple on his nose telling her more than he ever could.

                                            >”I wouldn’t worry, I’m sure it’ll clear away in a little bit. Just keep at it.”


                                            >She continued watching him suckle on the pacifier for a good minute. Enjoying his cute, unsure whimpers whenever he swallowed around the plastic guard. Ever so slowly *cleaning* the evidence of her act away.


                                            >Before long she took hold of the loose blanket covering him. And with it, tucked him snugly in. Ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to squirm about and accidentally lose his pacifier again.


                                            >And as Tinsel finished tucking him in, she noticed the pleasant aroma of freshly made pancakes entering the room. Silently she left the nursery to enjoy her meal. Leaving the colt to his.