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By SoftBox
Created: 2022-01-14 21:07:11
Updated: 2023-11-13 19:15:44
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  1. Bluejay
  2.  
  3. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/21508809/#21533948
  4.  
  5. >"Again, thank you so much for agreeing to this."
  6. Applejack sat patiently as Rarity tightened the dress around her waist.
  7. >"Anythin' to help a friend, ah s'pose. (Oof, not so tight!)"
  8. >"Sorry, sorry, I know. It's just that, my client should be arriving any minute now, so we're running low on time."
  9. Rarity took a brush and began to straigthen out AJ's hair, preparing to tie it in a braid.
  10. >"Ugh, why did my models have to cancel at the last minute? Everything was going fine up until then."
  11. >"Well, somethin' prob'ly came up. (Don' pull so much!) Y'know how these things are."
  12. >"(sigh) I guess you're right."
  13. Applejack stood up to admire herself in the mirror. She had to admit, Rarity had done a fine job.
  14. >"Also, 'models'? As in, plural?"
  15. Rarity sighed again. She motioned over to a smaller outfit, folded on the desk.
  16. >"Well, yes... you see, the client requested a matching set- for a mother and a young child."
  17. >"Y'can still show her one outta two. That ain't half bad."
  18. >"I suppose it can't be helped. I mean, where am I going to find-"
  19. The two were interrupted by a knock on the door.
  20. >"She here already?"
  21. >"I'll be with you in a moment, ma'am..."
  22. Where Rarity and Applejack expected to find their prospective customer, there was instead a young filly- AJ's sister.
  23. >"Oh, um... ah interruptin' somethin'? Mac sent me; wanted t'know if you were gonna to be home, in time... for..."
  24. >...
  25. >"...why're you two lookin' at me like that?"
  26.  
  27. Rarity smiled.
  28. >"Well, how nice of you to volunteer, darling."
  29. >"...w-whadda you mean by that? I didn't- hey!"
  30. Before Applebloom could finish, Rarity began to work her magic. Within moments, the girl was floated into the air. She kicked at nothing for a few seconds, trying to find a way out; no such luck. Rarity giggled, untied the bow from Applebloom's hair, and gave her bottom a few pats.
  31. >"Oh, there, there, Applebloom. Don't you worry; miss Rarity is going to take care of everything."
  32. She spun Applebloom around once or twice, and took a few measurements.
  33. >"Hmm... yes, I think you'll be a perfect fit."
  34. Rarity cleared off a nearby table, draped it with a soft cloth, and lowered the girl onto it.
  35. >"What're you...?"
  36. Applebloom laid flat on her belly, her rear end pointed skyward.
  37. >"Hold still, dearie."
  38. Rarity gently powdered the girl's bottom. Applejack watched her sister's cheeks turn red as she realized what the mare had planned.
  39. >"(whine) Rarityyy..."
  40. Applebloom's plea went unanswered. Rarity turned her over, raised her legs, and slipped a thick white diaper underneath.
  41. >"Don't fuss so much, child. It's un-ladylike."
  42. >"B-but, ah'm not a baby! Applejaaack, tell her ah'm- mmph!"
  43. A pacifier was forced into the filly's mouth, temporarily silencing her. Applejack chuckled.
  44. >"Sorry, kiddo. Not mah call this time."
  45. Applebloom let out another muffled whine. Rarity gave her diapered rear another pat.
  46. >"Well, I think you look adorable. Now, then- on to step two..."
  47.  
  48. Rarity sat the filly upright on her makeshift changing table. She summoned the child's dress from her desk and unfurled it.
  49. >"Front legs, up."
  50. >"Nnph."
  51. >"...I'm sorry, was that a 'no' I just heard? Who said I was giving you an option?"
  52. The mare glared at her. Applebloom glanced over towards her sister, but AJ wasn't going to offer any help- she was content to watch the filly dig herself into a deeper hole.
  53. >"Hmmph. Yh cnh mh mh."
  54. >"Hmm?"
  55. Rarity pulled the pacifier from the girl's mouth for a moment.
  56. >"Y'can't make me."
  57. >"Oh?"
  58. The mare leaned in closer and spoke in a soft, but commanding tone.
  59. >"Now, listen here, you little brat. My client is going to be here very soon, and she'll want to see the dresses she paid for. Which means, my job is now to dress you up like a perfect, little, filly, whether you like it or not. Understand?"
  60. >"Um, y-yes, ma'am... nnph!"
  61. The pacifier was put back into place. Applebloom sat nervously as Rarity forced the soft, frilly dress over her head. She quietly sucked on the pacifier, not wanting to incur any of the mare's wrath.
  62. >"Good girl."
  63.  
  64. >"Hehe, y'sure ah should be the one in this dress? Y'definitely got the 'mama' bit down pat."
  65. Rarity tightened the frilly garment around Applebloom's middle, as she had done with the larger dress. She raised the girl's back legs, to complete the ensemble with a pair of stockings. Once again, the filly was hoisted into the air.
  66. >"I'm not so sure. And besides..."
  67. Applebloom was set down beside her sister.
  68. >"...I think you two make a much nicer match."
  69. >"(chuckle) Ah s'pose so."
  70. Applejack hugged her babied sister, then pulled a brush from Rarity's shelf.
  71. >"Now hold still, little missy. Ah'll deal with your mane."
  72. AJ heard her sister sigh through her pacifier, followed by an annoyed "yes, ma'am". Applebloom sat in place as her sister brushed her. She squirmed and fidgeted to try and cover up her large, puffy undergarment. She had little success; her equally puffy overgarment was too short to conceal anything, so her diaper remained exposed for all to see. She huffed.
  73. >"Now, now, sugarcube. I don't wanna hear any more complainin'."
  74. >"But-"
  75. Applejack lifted her sister's back end and gave her padded rear a few swats with the hairbrush; Applebloom squeaked in surprise.
  76. >"No 'but's. If you keep whinin' like a baby, then ah might decide to keep you as a baby, at least 'til you can learn some manners. Got it?"
  77. The filly gave a submissive nod as AJ tied her red mane into a braid, to match her own. She brought the two of them to Rarity's mirror.
  78. >"See? You look perfect."
  79. >"(sigh)"
  80.  
  81. Rarity greeted a unicorn mare at her front door.
  82. >"Sorry I'm late; had some business to take care of."
  83. >"Oh, it's no trouble at all. Please, come in, make yourself comfortable..."
  84. The mare was a bit larger than the other two adults in the room, and towered over young Applebloom. She took a seat and looked down towards the filly.
  85. >"And who do we have here?"
  86. >"Um, I..."
  87. >"These two are here to model the set you wanted. Feel free to have a closer look, of course..."
  88. The client giggled, and levitated Applebloom towards her. The girl blushed as the unicorn turned her around and looked up the inside of her dress, getting a full view of the padding underneath.
  89. >"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing? And this dress is so soft and cozy..."
  90. >"(whine) Please, put me down... ah'm not a baby..."
  91. Rarity and Applejack watched the unicorn set Applebloom down, right into her own lap. She cradled the girl.
  92. >"Oh, there, there, sweetheart..."
  93. >"Unf! Lemme go..."
  94. >"My, aren't we a fussy one today."
  95. >"Mmhmm. Took a bit o' wranglin' just to get her into that dress."
  96. >"Well, you ladies did a wonderful job. And you look lovely yourself, mademoiselle."
  97. >"Mah pleasure."
  98. Applebloom groaned in annoyance.
  99. >"Can ah go now?"
  100. A milk bottle forced into the filly's mouth provided a swift answer, though not the answer she was hoping for. The three mares all giggled, and Applebloom knew that she wasn't going anywhere any time soon...
  101.  
  102. THE END (for now)
  103.  
  104. ###########
  105.  
  106. hodgepodge and anon
  107.  
  108. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16856438/#16890686
  109.  
  110. (This story was later re-done and finished by hodgepodge)
  111.  
  112. >on a movie date with Lyra (she's wearing jeans and that hoodie)
  113. >you don't notice anything amiss until after the two of you are walking out of the movie theater
  114. >she suddenly trots up to you with a nervous look on her face
  115. >she asks if the two of you can skip the lakeside walk and just head straight home
  116. >you notice that whenever she moves her hind legs, there is a telltale squishing noise you haven't notice before
  117.  
  118. >"Oh man Anon, and that part where the Masked Stallion burst through the burning barn to save her...it was just so awesome!"
  119. >The teal unicorn trotting happily beside you gushed over the movie the two of you had just seen.
  120. >Between her singing praises of the movie, she'd take the time to even act out some of the scenes.
  121. >Hopping around and pretending to slash a sword with her muzzle, doing a barrel roll into the dirt after saying a cheesy one-line, man she was having the time of her life.
  122. >Looks like opting to take her to an action movie over a sappy romance was the right choice.
  123. >You are Anon and tonight is your first date with Lyra Heartstrings.
  124. >You had both agreed on nothing fancy, just a simple dinner and movie, though you knew from experience that those could get a bit...boring.
  125. >Luckily, it seems to have had the opposite effect. Maybe you just weren't dating the right girls back home?
  126. >You chuckle at the thought, as Lyra continues to tumble around.
  127. >You're tempted to tell Lyra to stop her roughhousing, after all, the loose grey hoodie and baggy jeans she's wearing might end up dirty or torn with all she's putting them through.
  128. >She insisted she wear "traditional human clothing" for her first date with you, and of course you couldn't say no to such an adorable mare.
  129. >"...and I just wanted to thank you so much for taking me out, Anon." She squeaks, nuzzling your side. "Even if I already said it like...10 times already, heh."
  130.  
  131. "Don't worry so much Lyra, there's no need to apologize, I'm having a lot of fun."
  132. >"Y-you are? Oh thank Celestia-I mean, y-yeah me too." She blushes, trying to hide her excitement. "So whaddya wanna do now, Anon?"
  133. "Hmm, lemme think..."
  134. >You stop your walking and begin to ponder your next move.
  135. >It a little after 9, maybe a bit too early to turn for the now, coffee or something perhaps?
  136. >Or Hell, the night was still young and so were you two, maybe she'd like to go to a bar and grab a couple drinks.
  137. >"...ah, much better..."
  138. >As you turn towards the mare to ask Lyra what she'd prefer, you hear mutter something under her breath, and what could only be described as a faint hissing sound.
  139. >Lyra is standing with her eyes closed, a serene look of relief plastered across her equine face.
  140. >Even through her bulky-looking jeans, her legs seem splayed out a bit,oddly limp and relaxed as she sighed in content.
  141. "Hey Lyra, you okay?"
  142. >Your voice seems to snap her back to reality in an instant as she hastily attempts to pick herself up.
  143. >"Me? Uh-huh, yeah! E-everything's fine, and I'm normal, because we're doing normal date stuff." Lyra stammers with a hint of panic in her voice as she forces out a laugh.
  144. >Something was a bit off...
  145. "Okay then." You say, trying to change the subject. "So is there anything else you'd like to do?"
  146. >"Me? Well, I k-kinda wanted to go home first, I think I really need a change-TO, I need to change my...clothes, yeah."
  147.  
  148. >An uncomfortable laugh escapes her lips as she looks up at you, her rear end anxiously rocking back and forth.
  149. "Why do you need to change your clothes?" You cock an eyebrow at her odd behavior.
  150. >Sure, the mare was a bit quirky, that's what attracted you to her in the first place, but she'd been a little off all night.
  151. >"Uh well, I need to...to..." Lyra's voice trails off and her eyes go as wide as dinner plates, freezing in place.
  152. "Lyra, are you okay?" You ask with mounting concern. "What's the mat-"
  153. >You eyes trail down to Lyra's jeans, a large, dark stain now graced the crotch of her jeans, and was still in the process of growing ever the larger.
  154. >Did Lyra just...piss her pants?
  155. >The stain spread over her flank as she stood motionless, unable to respond.
  156. >The sheer volume of her accident caused it to trail all the way down both sides of her legs, pooling on the ground beneath her in a yellow puddle.
  157. >You both stand in silence, the heavy scent of ammonia hung in the air as you tried to process what do next.
  158. >Lyra begins to tremble and her rear hooves give out, causing her to land on her rump with a loud squish.
  159. >Her golden eyes stare back at you with quiet desperation as she wallows in her own filth.
  160. "Lyra, did you just..." You break the silence. Of course you already knew the answer.
  161. >As if on cue, tears begin streaming from her face as your voice brings her back to reality.
  162. >"A-annie..."She softly cries your name through her tears, hanging her head in shame.
  163.  
  164. ...
  165.  
  166. >Lyra is even more of a mess now and she is still visibly shaking and every time you try to look at her she turns away.
  167. >As odd as Lyra can be you have learned to appreciate her company.
  168. >Besides, you have dealt with much stranger things like when Fluttershy developed a crush for you or when Luna invaded a very strange dream you had involving her sister (She still gives you a hard time for that).
  169. "Lyra, honestly it's no big deal you don't have to feel bad. A lot of individuals suffer from incontinence. You don't have to hide it from me, I'm not going to look down on that".
  170. >You noticed that Lyra no longer looks as distressed as she did moments ago.
  171. >Lyra sniffles a bit and speaks up.
  172. >"I haven't had an accident like this in months, I thought I might have finally overcome my overactive bladder problem.
  173. >You see that tears are now clearly visible on Lyra's face.
  174. >"A-anony, I'm so sorry I embarrassed you like this. I've been looking forward to this date for the longest time. I understand if you don't want to hang around me anymore for ruining it and making you feel uncomfortable." She is still crying up a storm and her head and eyes are pointed down to the ground as she says this.
  175.  
  176. >The walk home to Lyra's place didn't work out so well. Despite your best efforts to hide Lyra's predicament you noticed that two mares caught wind of Lyra's soaked jeans. You aren't sure if Lyra is aware of this or not since she was dragging her hooves and looking down in self pity the entire walk home but if there is anything you learned about ponies by now its that they will gossip about anything and they aren't afraid to to tease another without mercy.
  177. >You think to yourself that you might want to call in a favor with your bro Rainbow Dash later even if it means that she will spend the rest of her life laughing at you.
  178. >During your walk home you noticed her pants were sagging from her accident and you spotted that she is wearing this odd undergarment. Is she really wearing an adult diaper? Yep, that is definitely a diaper, might be best if she doesn't find out that you are aware of this.
  179. >You finally reach her house and you are immediately greeted by Bon Bon. Lyra taking notice of Bon Bon subtlety and quickly hides her soaking wet backside behind you so Bon Bon doesn't notice the state of her jeans.
  180. >Bon Bon: "Hey Lyra and Anon. I just finished eating an excellent spaghetti dinner. How is that new Masked Stallion movie? I heard it was ... really ... intense ... " Bon Bon face scrunched up and you see that she is now looking directly at Lyra's Jean.
  181. >You turn to Lyra only to see that she is mortified by this as her once mint face now has a very visible hint of red now and she is laying on the ground with her front hooves trying to cover her face.
  182. >Looks like its time for some serious damage control. You can do, besides you dealt with more awkward situations then this ... right?
  183.  
  184. >TL;DR Anon was on a movie date with his good friend Lyra. They both enjoyed the movie and everything seemed like it was going well but Lyra accidently pissed herself while talking to Anon.
  185. >Anon and Lyra are now outside of Lyra's place where Bon Bon figured out exactly what happended. Anon is now trying to smooth things out.
  186.  
  187. >You try your best not to join Lyra's and Bon Bon's blushing contest but your efforts are futile.
  188. >No Pony has been stood up for you as much as Lyra, the last thing you want is to have her feel hurt in anyway.
  189. >Bon Bon would also make your life a living hell if she felt you did anything to hurt Lyra... Just like the mane 6 did when things got awkward with Fluttershy. You definitely don't want to have a repeat of that.
  190. >You finally decide to speak up and break what seemed to be an eternity of silence and fidgeting.
  191. "The movie was amazing Bon Bon, I never saw anything like it. I wish we had movies like that from where I came from."
  192. >Doing good so far anon, keep it up.
  193. >Bon Bon nods and gives you a weak smile.
  194. >"O-oh good, I am um glad you enjoyed it. I've been wanting to watch it but I've been so busy with catering... ha-ha so much to do so very much to do... Erm, sorry if it feels like I'm intruding on your date just happy it went well. I will get going now."
  195. >She couldn't have spoken those lines anymore awkwardly. In some ways she kinda reminds you of how Rarity was with Fluttershy. It is obvious that she just wanted the date to go smoothly.
  196. "I think that would be for the best Bon Bon. I really did have a great time at the movie with Lyra" You try your best to give Lyra a cheeky smile to relieve some tension. Despite at how awkward your smile came off she seems to be pleased that you had a good time.
  197. >So what if she pissed herself and ruined Rarity's custom made Jeans you really did have a good time and you always did enjoy Lyra's company.
  198.  
  199. >It's high time you started standing up for her for all the times she told other ponies off for speaking ill of you.
  200. >You notice that Bon Bon is now gone and you and Lyra are alone again outside her place.
  201.  
  202. "Lyra, I really had a great time and I hope you did too." Lyra nods rather enthusiastically at your comment. Seeing this makes you genuinely smile for the first time after that incident. Lyra satisified with you speaks up:
  203. >"T-thanks anon, would you like to go inside for some coffee. Um after I changed my clothes"
  204. "Sure Lyra, I would like that."
  205. >Lyra then looks down and frowns. Her jeans are still soaked and its obvious she doesn't what to get her place messy. Ponies do tend have a lot of pride in keeping their living spaces as clean as possible.
  206. "Lyra please let me give you a hand on that. Besides I owe you for all the times you set the ponies that mistaken me for some kind of wild Yeti straight." Lyra continues to frown.
  207. >"I dunno Anon, I respect that you want to help but I would rather you not put up with this... But then again I really don't want to make a mess of my place. Are you sure you want to deal with this anon? It's not your problem." You simply smile and nod. Lyra in return gives you a quick hug.
  208. >"There should be a cheap towel in the kitchen. Could you get that for me?"
  209. >You go inside and look for the towel in the kitchen sure enough it is there and you take it back to Lyra.
  210. "Found it Lyra, now lets get off those pants." You place the towel on Lyra's back and you notice it causes a faint crinkle sound. You notice that Lyra's facial expression changes to a look of worry.
  211.  
  212. "Don't give me that look Lyra, I know exactly what kind of garment is under those jeans. Besides I think it's actually kind of cute on you." It really was super obvious given the wet spot on Lyra's Jean. Lyra just rolls her eyes at you.
  213. "Come on lets go get you changed"
  214. >You wrap the towel around Lyra's backside and you pick her up and slowly march her to her room. Lyra wraps her hooves around your neck in for an embrace and holds you tight for the entire trip to her room.
  215.  
  216. >After convincing Lyra that you would deal with her little problem you managed to take bring her into her room without her leaking anywhere.
  217.  
  218. "Alright, we got to your room and both of us are still intact. Let's take those jeans off of you and see if you didn't completely destroy them."
  219. >Lyra as if it is nothing for a pony stands upright on her back hooves and stands there simply looking at you.
  220. >With exception to her pissed pants Lyra couldn't possibly look anymore adorable then she does now.
  221. >"Anon, stop staring I'm going to get a rash if you stand there forever."
  222. "Oh right, sorry." With some effort you take off her pants and keep secure between her hind legs and towel.
  223. >Gross that tiny diaper is sagging half way down her legs and still dripping a bit. It shouldn't come as a surprise since she did drink all that soda during the movie. You unsecure the diaper tapes and just awkwardly hold on to it.
  224. "Alright miss, where is the trash can for this?" Lyra says nothing and just points to the bin next to her shower door.
  225. >"Thanks anon, now I am really overdue for a bath since I was in that thing for a bit too long. Make yourself at home, when I get out I will make you some coffee and if there is a next date I promise I won't drink as much"
  226. "I will hold you to that Lyra you piss like a racehorse.
  227.  
  228. Not happy with that ending, I made it too weird even for this thread and the dialogue sucked.
  229.  
  230. Feel free to tell me that my parts are bad and that I should feel bad for everything I written.
  231.  
  232. ###########
  233.  
  234. Penjacker
  235.  
  236. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20591801
  237. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/18411941/#18428243
  238.  
  239. >Be Anon in Equestria
  240. >Been here a while
  241. >Settled in well
  242. >Usual stuff before they realised you were pretty harmless
  243. >Not to mention useless, these days
  244. >Locals got used to you
  245. >Working at Sugarcube Corner
  246. >Always been interested in bakery
  247. >Not half bad either
  248. >Hands make you a better icer than Pinkie and the Cakes, too
  249. >Mouths and hooves just aren’t that dexterous, especially with an icing bag
  250. >So they hired you and you live there as well
  251. >Equestrian script’s a bitch to learn, though
  252. >Seemingly random and with English letters flipped around and shit
  253. >Nasty stuff
  254. >So you’re usually given nicely typed words to copy out which you readily do
  255. >Anyway
  256.  
  257. >End of another day
  258. >Normal as ever
  259. >Pinkie’s been up to her usual tricks, of course
  260. >She never ceases to amaze, she really does
  261. >Experiencing it firsthand is even more bemusing than in the show
  262. >Plus she drew focus away from you, which was always a plus, especially when ‘tourists’ visited to gawk at you for themselves
  263. >Ponyvillians got used to you quickly enough
  264. >This place was already weird as anything, after all
  265. >Finishing up for the night downstairs
  266. >Sky’s cloudy and the wind’s picking up
  267. >Dash said we’d be having a storm tonight
  268. >The Cakes bid you a good night as you’re washing up and you do likewise
  269. >Pinkie’s already off and the twins were put to bed ages ago
  270. >As you dry off the last utensil and put it away, you nod and sigh with satisfaction
  271. >Okay, that’s that
  272.  
  273. >Head upstairs
  274. >Clean yourself up
  275. >Pyjamas on For Americunts, “pyjamas” is Britfag for “pajamas”.
  276. >Finally, you get into bed
  277. “Anon?”
  278. >The door creaks open and a few pink curls appear through the crack
  279. >Pinkie Pie? Nopony else has a fringe anything like that “Fringe” is another Britfagism for “bangs”.
  280. >She pokes in the rest of her head and you sit up
  281. “Anon?”
  282. “Yeah?”
  283. “I, um, I was in my room, listening to the storm, and it was getting louder and louder and louder and brighter and brighter and I-I was kinda just a teensy bit worried but only a super tiny bit!”
  284. >It’s the usual rambling but a lot quieter and more stuttery
  285. >Not to mention her expression, that’s nothing like normal Pinkie
  286. >She jumps at a crack of thunder
  287. “And I, you know, I thought I’d check if anypony else was worried about the storm- well, everyone, because you’re included, since it’s so loud and bright and just a teeny bit scary and- you know, how are you?”
  288. >You raise your eyebrows
  289. “I’m okay, thanks.”
  290. “Oh, good! That’s so great, I was worried but now I’m not, thanks Annie!”
  291. “And you, Pinkie?”
  292. >She blinks, a blush forming on her cheeks
  293. “I-I’m fine! Just peachy, Annie!”
  294. >May as well cut to the chase
  295. “Did you want to spend the night with me?”
  296. >She looks down at her hooves
  297. >Damn, she’s never looked so cute
  298. >Then again, she’s never really looked bashful before
  299. “...Yes.”
  300. >You pull back the covers and scootch over on the bed
  301. >Her face lights up and she bounces into the room
  302. >She’s covered head to hoof in footie jammies
  303. >-hoofie jammies, even
  304. >That’s new
  305. >As she leaps into bed and presses up to you, there’s a strange sound
  306. >It’s quiet, but… you could swear you recognise it
  307. >No…
  308. >No
  309. >You put that side of you away when you got here
  310. >Can’t have the alien being a fucking weirdo, after all
  311.  
  312. “Thanks, Annie!” she says, smiling up at you
  313. >Even cuter from this angle
  314. >The smile turns to a whimper as a prolonged rumble came through
  315. “I-It’s great to have a friend you can trust.”
  316. >Fortunately, this sentence isn’t worrying as it should be
  317. >I mean, come on
  318. >Check on you in the storm?
  319. >She couldn’t be any less obvious
  320. >And, you know, she’s cute
  321. >Ahem.
  322. “Yeah, this is nice.”
  323. >Somewhat tentatively, you put an arm around her and she snuggles into your chest
  324. >There’s that sound again
  325. >Well… it’s not impossible
  326. >Unlikely, but not impossible
  327. >Oh-so-gently, after she’s wished you a good night, you lift up the arm and slide it down Pinkie’s body
  328. >Over her her barrel
  329. >Across her hips
  330. >And to her flank
  331. >Reaching around, you just touch her behind
  332. >The jammies make it hard to tell but you’re almost certain
  333. >Inhaling deeply, you catch the slightest whiff of that diaper smell
  334. >Just to be sure, you press a little more firmly
  335. >Crinkles right as you do so
  336. >Holy shit
  337. >No fucking doubt any more
  338. “Annie?”
  339. >Crap, did she feel that?
  340. >You freeze and slowly look at her
  341. >Shit, she totally felt that
  342. >She giggles but there’s nervousness in it, too
  343. “Were you touching my butt?”
  344. “N-no, Pinkie, don’t be silly.”
  345. “Okey dokey, Annie! You keep on doing your thing! I’m-I’m just gonna get some sleep, since everything’s normal!”
  346. “Are you alright, Pinkie?”
  347. >Her face contorts like you wouldn’t even believe
  348. “S-sure, everything’s peachy, Anon!”
  349. “Really? Because I thought I felt something. Something kinda strange to feel on you.”
  350. >She jumps out of bed like a flash and lands on all fours in front of the bed
  351.  
  352. “N-no, why would anything be wrong? You- you must be- you know- feeling things!” she stammers
  353. >She cringes at the crinkle when she slams her rump to the ground
  354. >One look at you and she bursts into tears
  355. “A-Anon, I’m so so so so sorry!” she cries
  356. “I didn’t- well, I-I don’t- I mean, I-I-I-”
  357. >She flops to the floor and starts wailing
  358. >Little yelps intersperse it in time with the lightning
  359. >You get out of bed and approach the poor pony
  360. “Pinkie…”
  361. >You pick her up and hug her
  362. >She tries to push you away but her heart’s just not in it
  363. “St-st-stop it, I’m a b-bad pony…” she mumbles
  364. “What? Whoever said that?”
  365. “I j-just am, I can’t help it!”
  366. “No, no, Pinkie, stop it.”
  367. “I-I’m a freak, just like D-Daddy Pie said!”
  368. >Oh.
  369. “Pinkie, hush. Your Daddy doesn’t think you’re a freak.”
  370. “Before I came to Ponyville, that’s just what h-he said.”
  371. “I don’t recall ever calling you anything like that.”
  372. >Her ears perk up
  373. “Annie?”
  374. >You smile down at her
  375. “A-are you- are you-”
  376. “Do you want a Daddy, Pinkie?”
  377. >She nods, tearing up again but smiling this time
  378. “In that case, there are going to be some changes, starting right now.”
  379. >She looks up, a mix of concern and excitement on her face
  380. “Because I don’t think that diaper’s thick enough for a filly as big as you.”
  381. >The way her face lights up nearly gives you a heart attack then and there
  382.  
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  384.  
  385. Penjacker
  386.  
  387. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/18031686/#18071870
  388.  
  389. "A-are you sure about this, Mac?"
  390.  
  391. Caramel, his blush nearly matching Big Macintosh's natural coat, tried his best to pull a sexy pose. His lack of skill was more than made up for by his eagerness to please, which was obvious, judging by the thick diaper that swaddled his rump- as per Mac's request. Order, really. Although not an outspoken stallion, Mac was rather different in the bedroom, and had always been on top. The diaper was just another way to show dominance, and from the look on Caramel's face, it was certainly succeeding in doing that.
  392.  
  393. "Ain't you?" Mac replied, locking the door. Slowly trotting around to the other side of the room, surveying the recumbent pony, he shut the blind as well.
  394.  
  395. "Well- I-I mean, if you like it, then..."
  396.  
  397. "So what's the worry? Don't tell me you don't like it."
  398.  
  399. As he trotted over, Big Mac sat down on the bed next to Caramel, facing him and grinning.
  400.  
  401. "Your little pecker all padded up. You ain't getting nowhere with that, are you?"
  402.  
  403. Caramel nodded, his gaze dancing between Mac's face and his crotch.
  404.  
  405. "As if anypony would expect a little colt to want to do anything like that to them. Not that you could, even without this-" He patted Caramel's rump, a spray of powder puffing out and making him squeak. "-in the way."
  406.  
  407. "N-no sir," Caramel whispered, his hooves rubbing each other in a circular motion. His eyes, focused as they were on Mac's face and crotch, didn't see the red hoof as it wandered to his diaper and pressed down. A gasp caught in his throat and he swallowed as he looked up at Big Macintosh, who smirked as he felt a bulge growing against his hoof. "Good thing daddy knows your little secret, huh?"
  408.  
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  410.  
  411. Penjacker - Caramel's lovely day
  412.  
  413. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16856438/#16867107
  414.  
  415. Story time!
  416.  
  417. Pleasure was the first thing Caramel felt, a deep, hot pleasure. He jolted awake almost instantly, flooded with a myriad of sensations. From his behind, he could feel himself stretched something fierce, a fullness he’d usually associate with needing to go very badly. Whatever it was in his rump, he quickly realised that it was what was causing his pleasure. It was pressing against his innards in a very strange way indeed, vibrating with fervour and, much to his surprise and chagrin, he was quickly starting to grow from his sheath.
  418. At this point, Caramel fluttered open his eyes and spotted a pink blob at the end of his muzzle. With an experimental flex of his jaw, he realised it was a pacifier and, of course, immediately tried to spit it out, only to find it strapped into his mouth. What in Celestia’s name is going on?! he thought, gnashing on the bulb as he raised his hooves to it. They, too, had been sullied in his sleep and were covered by thick, pink booties, shiny plastic on the outside and a soft, dense material on the inside. Frowning, he batted at the pacifier with his useless hooves.
  419. With a gasp around the gag, he felt his cock press against a strange something and complaining at not being allowed to grow any further. He whined silently, A-a cage? Who would do something like this? As it filled the cold cup, he blinked away the last remnants of sleep. Why would anypony do this? he asked himself, his tongue rubbing against the dummy. And why me, of all ponies?
  420.  
  421. With a sigh, Caramel tried to push the current situation of his rump from his mind. His stomach growled and his throat was going dry, and so with little else to do, he decided to get up. Pushing up the covers, unable to grab them, he moved them back and- *Oh, what fresh Tartarus is this?*
  422.  
  423. There was so much pink from his muzzle to his tail. A bright dress, made of a soft, shiny material, covered in frills wherever reasonable and many times where not. The sleeves ran down near to his elbow with satin pouffes on each shoulder. Judging by how much the dress bulged out around his hips, there was a stupidly puffy petticoat under it as well. The whole thing was bouncy and light, jiggling and swaying at the slightest movement. Caramel’s hind hooves had similar booties to his front hooves and as he gave them a limp wriggle, his fears about what else might have made up his outfit came true.
  424.  
  425. *Tartarus no. Hay no. Celestia no.* There was no denying the feeling. He knew exactly what it was. It was worse than the cage, it was worse than the dress. Whenever he moved, it crinkled constantly, ensuring he didn’t have a chance of forgetting its presence. He tried to squeeze his back legs together and cringed as it was prevented by the diaper. Without a doubt, it was waiting to be used, the dense padding pressing against his croup from all sides.
  426.  
  427. Moaning as the plug in his ass shifted, Caramel rolled out of bed, wobbled around for a few seconds and dropped to a crawl. On the opposite wall, the mirror in his room showed him exactly how he looked as he surveyed his new appearance with increasing despair; as well as the booties, dress and dummy all strapped on or in, turning around revealed a translucent pink diaper cover that was covered in a foalish pattern of diapers, pacifiers and much more. Braiding in his mane and tail, held in place by rows of soft pink ribbons, completed his look and Caramel grew more and more embarrassed, confused and worried with each passing second.
  428.  
  429. It was no wonder that as soon as he finished, he began to try to get the outfit off. Forgoing using his hooves, he started rubbing against the nearest object that seemed pointy enough to do something to the clothes. As he tugged against the diaper cover, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his balls and he pulled away from the bedside table. It receded and Caramel whimpered. *I guess I should have seen that coming…* Trying again, the pain returned and he pulled away again, not daring to think about the punishment for trying any harder. Sighing around his pacifier, he left his bedroom.
  430.  
  431. *What in Equestria is going on?* he asked himself, waddling into his kitchen and yelping as he saw the open blinds. Quick as a flash, he darted round and slammed them shut, sighing in relief once done. Gazing round at the room, he looked glumly at the cupboards full of food, chewing the bulb of his pacifier. Liquid was the only form of open to him, and the most nourishing liquid in the house… was milk.
  432.  
  433. Caramel sighed.
  434.  
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  436.  
  437. Penjacker
  438.  
  439. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/18031686/#18101160
  440.  
  441. "Wakey wakey, Dust," murmured a mare, her voice like silk. The dopey Lightning, mumbling something incomprehensible, shivered as a hoof ran down her back.
  442.  
  443. "Mph? Mphhh!" cried Dust, her head darting around, immediately trying to flap frantically to get away.
  444.  
  445. "No no no, Dust." The voice chuckled as Dust yelped, the straps around her barrel painfully restricting the attempted movement. Her wings tingled unpleasantly as they tried to extend.
  446.  
  447. Her hooves were tightly secured by rubber, the material by itself resisting her tugging. The rubber wrapped around all her hooves and a line of stiffer polymer snaked up the inside of each leg, connecting to a platform under her belly which in turn had straps around her to keep them sandwiched tightly together. As she wriggled, she realised to her horror that her croup was covered in a diaper, the soft padding crinkling with her movements. Shouting around the gag in her mouth, she struggled desperately, the voice chuckling. Dust suddenly stopped when she realised-
  448.  
  449. "Ih-iyre?" she said incredulously, turning her head to the source of the voice as if hoping to see her tormentor.
  450.  
  451. "Clever girl!" Spitfire said, patting her diaper, at which Lightning growled in distaste and tried to pull away, only succeeding in rocking forwards and then straight back into the hoof. "Someone's in a bit of a foul mood, huh? Now you know how that feels," Spitfire commented. "Do you have any idea how much damage you nearly caused, not to mention the lives you put at risk? All because you wanted ponies to think you were the best. You failed, Lightning Dust."
  452.  
  453. Even now, Spitfire's words made her cringe. She recalled the events of yesterday, how she'd lost control of the tornado and then enraging Spitfire even further in her office later that day, dismissing her actions with careless abandon. Thinking back on it, that was probably a dumb thing to do. "'Orry..." Dust mumbled, before screeching as a wooden paddle came down on her flanks, just below her diaper.
  454.  
  455. "Wrong. You are not sorry, not yet, anyway. That'll change soon enough."
  456.  
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  458.  
  459. Penjacker
  460.  
  461. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16710381/#16737179
  462.  
  463. You screw your eyes closed against the sun as it peeks through the window by the bed. You should get up, in fairness. It had only grown annoying because you refused to move.
  464.  
  465. Rolling over as slowly as possible, you beam at the red pony in front of you. Under the sheets, his barrel rises and falls as he blows on your nose. You withdraw a hand from its warm pocket and brush his mane away from his eyes. With frown, you put the hand around your body and withdraw from under your chest a pacifier- his, obviously; it’s light orange with a single red apple in the centre of the shield. Smiling, you ease it between his lips and he draws it in on instinct, mumbling before the sound of suckling becomes all the noise he makes.
  466.  
  467. Your knee rises up to Mac’s crotch as you slide a leg up between his back legs. Dry, but the touch wakes him even through the thick padding. Sleepily, Big Macintosh opens his eyes and looks up at you.
  468.  
  469. “Mornin’, daddy.” A more heart-melting sound did never exist.
  470.  
  471. “Morning sweetie, how did you sleep?”
  472.  
  473. “Good, daddy.” His words are distorted ever so slightly by the pacifier he’s sucking whenever not speaking.
  474.  
  475. “And you kept your diaper all dry when you were sleeping, too, good job!”
  476.  
  477. A smile adorns his muzzle as he nods at you. There’s a redness in his cheeks as he speaks as well and it’s not just his coat. You’ve seen him blush enough to notice it. Suddenly, you realise why as your leg detects warmth, and you press it against his padding just a little more, just enough to make sure he feels it. “But it’s nice to let go too, isn’t it?”
  478.  
  479. “Ah need a change, daddy,” the big foal murmurs, burying his muzzle into your chest.
  480.  
  481. “I know, Mac,” You reply, putting your free arm around him and squeezing him tight. “Let’s get up.”
  482.  
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  484.  
  485. Penjacker
  486.  
  487. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16710381/#16711843
  488. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16547111/#16706562
  489.  
  490. Right gents, since last thread got deaded, here's the thing. A continuation of https://derpiboo.ru/459974
  491.  
  492. >You sigh as Twilight awkwardly barrels up the stairs and you wince internally at the thud of her flinging herself onto her bed.
  493. >You put down your book and head up.
  494. "Go aw-way!"
  495. >She sobs and you wish with all your heart you could change her.
  496. >Shame Celestia would likely do this to you if you did.
  497. >Unfortunately, the schedule can't be changed.
  498. >As gently as possible, you say,
  499. "Twili-"
  500. "I s-said go away!"
  501. >You decide against warning her about getting spanked for things like that.
  502. "Twilight, have you not gone through worse than this?"
  503. >She looks up at you and you can barely resist just hugging her.
  504. >Tears are stilling running down her face and her diaper's sodden as it clings to her behind.
  505. >She replies,
  506. "What do you mean?"
  507. "Well,"
  508. >You weigh your words. Saying the wrong thing will make her even worse.
  509. "You've faced Discord, the Queen of the Changelings, King Sombra..."
  510. >Twilight scowls, muttering,
  511. >And now I'm c-crying like a foal over a wet diaper."
  512. "That's not what I meant."
  513. >She glares at you.
  514. "Just go away, Anon."
  515.  
  516. "My point is that this isn't the hardest thing you've ever had to do.
  517. "Yes, Celestia overreacted- don't tell anyone I said that.
  518. "But you even know when this is going to end.
  519. "There are no physical hardships, no psychological challenges."
  520. >No huge ones, you think to yourself.
  521. >Twilight blinks again and her eyes widen. You continue,
  522. "It's only a diaper."
  523. >She blinks again and the corners of her mouth turn up slightly.
  524. "It's only a diaper,"
  525. >she replies in kind, pushing herself onto her rump even as she cringes at the sopping material pressing into her behind.
  526. >Getting off the bed, she says again,
  527. "It's only a diaper."
  528. >She nods at you.
  529. "It's only a diaper, it's only a diaper..."
  530. >She reinforces the little mantra to herself as she heads back downstairs.
  531. >The diaper sways back and forth behind Twilight as you follow her.
  532. >As she begins going around, restacking, reshelving and reorganising books, you can't help but titter at her padded rump.
  533. >Here was Twilight Sparkle
  534. >Celestia's protégé
  535. >One of the most powerful unicorns of her time
  536. >Working in her library in a soaked diaper which she could do nothing about.
  537. >It's only a few minutes before you're back to your book and she's even humming to herself as she goes.
  538. >Even if she doesn't move very much once in one spot.
  539. >Still
  540. >Ignorance was, as always, bliss.
  541. >Even if that ignorance would soon fade once rash set in...
  542.  
  543. >A few minutes pass, accompanied only by the occasional sounds of you turning to a new page and books being moved from shelf to shelf.
  544. >Today's not a busy one, it seems.
  545. >A yellow pegasus with soft pink hair enters- Fluttershy, the element of kindness, you recall.
  546. "Hello Twilight."
  547. Twilight practically jumps out of her coat and whirls around, bring down a number of books on top of her.
  548. >"Oh, hey Fluttershy, I, uh, I didn't see you there,"
  549. >Twilight stammers. Fortunately for her, the books cover her behind and her shame.
  550. "So, um..."
  551. She scratches her head, not getting up.
  552. "How can I help you?"
  553. Fluttershy knits her brow.
  554. "Are you alright, Twilight?"
  555. "Yes! Yes, fine, everything's fine around here!" Twilight exclaims. "Just, uh, getting... more in touch with the books!"
  556. >She smiles as if deranged, eliciting a whimper from her friend.
  557. >You have to cut in.
  558. "Twilight, you know you shouldn't lie."
  559. >Both mares turn to you, one perplexed, the other begging.
  560. "Um, sorry, who are you?"
  561. Fluttershy asks, looking between you and Twilight.
  562. "I'm an aide to Princess Celestia, I'm supervising Twilight's punishment."
  563. >Fluttershy gasps and Twilight starts to tear up again.
  564. "What did she do?"
  565. "I don't think I should say, m'am, but your friend certainly shouldn't lie to you about it, or I'll spank her."
  566. >Twilight buries her face in her forelegs.
  567. "Twilight?"
  568. >Wordlessly, Twilight rises to her hooves, the books dropping off her.
  569. "...Oh my..."
  570. "I-it's-"
  571. "I-I'll go," Fluttershy whispers, turning tail and dropping her book on the table in the middle of the room.
  572. "W-wait!"
  573. >Twilight starts bawling again.
  574. >It was going to be a long three days.
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  577.  
  578. Vasilivich
  579.  
  580. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16547111/#16564117
  581.  
  582. Another version here: https://poneb.in/JfwPQh4w
  583.  
  584. >You cover your face with your hooves throughout the entire process, hoping she doesn't notice how utterly embarrassed you are.
  585. >Finally, she takes the front of the stallion-sized diaper and folds it up against your front, taking the rear wings and taping them to the front of the plastic-backed garment.
  586. >"All done!" Noticing what you're doing with your fore hooves, she takes a moment to chide you.
  587. >"Aww, it's okay, sweetie. Let's see that cute little face of yours!"
  588. >You slowly uncover your face and examine the thing around your waist. It's pretty thick, and it conforms to your nether regions somewhat strangely. You're not entirely sure you'd be able to fit your hind legs together with this thing on, but a quick test shows that it is possible, though difficult. It also shows that moving your legs around elicits soft crinkling noises from the garment. To top it off, the strip the tapes are attached to is colorfully decorated with all manner of foalish objects. She didn't just get normal stallion-sized diapers, she got ones that mimic actual foal diapers, right down to the light pink elastic bands wrapping around your stifles and midsection.
  589. >Noticing your discomfort, your wife gives a warm smile.
  590. >"Aww, honey..." She murmurs, walking over to your side and softly petting your mane.
  591. >"Look, if you can be a big colt and keep your pants dry for the next four hours, I'll let you go through the rest of the program without wearing diapers, alright?"
  592.  
  593. >Only four hours? That should be easy for a stallion such as yourself! You eagerly nod in response.
  594. >"Okay little guy, let's finish getting you dressed!" She turns back to the closet. Wait, she's not done?! Isn't the diaper embarrassing enough?
  595. >When she turns back, she's carrying a pair of light purple vinyl booties.
  596. >"Are those really necessary?" You whine.
  597. >"Just in case," Flitter chimes. "After all, we can't have baby going and hurting himself on accident!"
  598. >You groan slightly as she goes about tying the booties onto your hooves. Is your old job really that important? Yes. Yes it is! You're going to power through this bizarre "rehabilitation program" and earn back your pride and respect!
  599. >You find yourself swelling with determination, sweeping away the embarrassment you felt earlier.
  600. >...Until she pops a pacifier in your mouth while you're distracted, clipping it to the lanyard you now realize you're wearing around your neck.
  601. >You find yourself blushing again as you look down your muzzle at the thing in your mouth. Your first reflex, of course, is to spit it out, but you aren't entirely sure what the repercussions for doing so would be. Being a bit adventurous, you give it a suckle just to see how it feels. It's... Kind of nice, really. Having it in your mouth is oddly relaxing, which is certainly welcome right now.
  602. >"Diaper? Check. Booties? Check. Binky? Check. Looks like my itty-bitty Cloudy-woudy is ready for the day!"
  603. >Flitterhoof gushes over you as if you really were her little foal, although you certainly do look the part at this point.
  604. >Your face burns bright red at the attention she's giving you. It's kind of nice, in a way, but not exactly something you're very comfortable with right now. Here's hoping she doesn't treat you like this for the entirety of the "rehabilitation".
  605.  
  606. >She pulls you off the bed and onto your feet. Gaining traction with the booties on is much tougher than you had anticipated, and you quickly find yourself sprawled out on the floor.
  607. >Flitterhoof turns around with a bag around her neck. With mild horror, you realize it's a large diaper bag. Why else would it be decorated with cutesy images of foalish paraphernalia all over it?
  608. >"Oops-a-daisy! Looks like somepony isn't quite ready to walk yet!" She chides, lowering herself to the ground. "It's okay, mommy will carry you."
  609. >You look at her like she's crazy. There's no way she could support your weight, especially carrying that bag!
  610. >"Get on, or I'll leave you in here until tomorrow morning."
  611. >Your eyes go wide for a second before you frantically pull yourself onto your wife's back.
  612. >Sure enough, she manages to stand and walk around quite easily, even with the diaper bag around her neck and you dangling from her sides like an over-sized foal. You knew she'd been hitting the gym lately, but this seems a little ridiculous.
  613. >She deposits you on the floor of the living room. Right in front of the couch you had spent the last few hours moping on.
  614. >Immediately, she begins depositing some of the contents of the bag on the floor next to you. First is a colorful blanket thrown over a portion of the floor. Then she takes a set of blocks, a few wooden toys, a rattle, and a stuffed bear out of the bag, and places them in various spots on the blanket. She then kneels at the opposite side of the blanket and calls to you.
  615. >"Come on! Can you walk to mommy?"
  616. >Begrudgingly, you try to get on your feet. The booties are slick on the carpet, and you wind up falling several times before you clumsily make your way over to "Mommy".
  617. >"Yaaaaaay!" she coos, as she picks up your forehooves and moves them about as if you're cheering.
  618.  
  619. >By Celestia, this is degrading. How much longer is this supposed to go on for? Wait, you forgot to ask! You let the pacifier drop from your mouth, letting it dangle on its lanyard.
  620. >"Uhhh... How long is this "program" supposed to last?"
  621. >Your "mommy" turns to you with a look of wonder in her eyes. "Oh, my little one's trying to talk just like a big colt!" She playfully ruffles your mane. "Don't worry, mommy has everything taken care of! Now be a good foal and play with your toys while mommy fixes up din-dins!"
  622. >"But-!" She turns away and walks off before you can finish. Wonderful, your wife is now treating you like you can't even talk anymore. This is certainly going swimmingly so far...
  623. >Before she leaves for the kitchen, she turns on the television to... Foal shows. Of course. There's nothing quite like the hokey adventures of some garishly-colored "dragon" and his ethnically-diverse gang of ponies learning about the world to solidify the feeling of being a foal.
  624. >And the episode they're showing right now had to be on potty training, didn't it? You know, drumming up excitement about graduating from diapers and becoming a "big pony", signs you need to go, how to ask to go potty, reassurance that it's okay if you have an accident or two on the way, etc.
  625. >All this toilet talk reminds you about having to keep from having an "accident" for the next few hours, or you'll be in diapers for however long the "rehab" lasts. It's just like you're being potty trained again.
  626. >You slap yourself in the face over the now-apparent irony of the show, but booties aren't exactly a good conduit for force. Instead, it just feels like you've lightly pressed on your cheek. "We can't have baby hurting himself" indeed.
  627.  
  628. >So, does Flitterhoof actually expect these toys to occupy your interest until dinner time? After all, the TV certainly won't, especially when the characters are singing a song about using the "big pony" potty for the first time.
  629. >Real riveting stuff, those foal shows. You feel you should do something, at least to get your mind off that damn show. Reluctantly, you half-crawl/half-stumble over to the pile of wooden blocks, rear end crinkling all the while. There are a number of different shapes in various primary colors, though the handful of cubes are decorated with letters and numbers.
  630. >You reach out one of your hooves to pick up a block, managing to grab it and lift it off the blanket for a split second before you loose your grip. Stupid booties and their slipperiness, making tasks a grown stallion could easily accomplish exceedingly difficult.
  631. >Might as well try again, since the blocks are probably the most grown-up of the toys that have been set out before you. This time you use both hooves, awkwardly sandwiching the block between the two, just like a little foal learning how to pick up objects would. The change of technique proves much more successful than the single-hoof method, until the block slips out of your hooves again. Right back to square one...
  632. >Fitting, considering the situation you're in. This whole exercise practically has you sent back to the beginning too, except you're supposed to learn something about "dependence" from it. The way you're being treated kind of makes sense, what with the immature way you've acted. But it still strikes you as highly unorthodox.
  633. >The sound of somepony approaching from the kitchen snaps you back to reality. It's Flitterhoof, of course, carrying a sippy cup with her.
  634. >"How's my little Cloudy-woudy holding up?" She asks as she walks over and sets the sippy cup down next to you. "I just wanted to make sure my favorite little foal doesn't go thirsty in here."
  635.  
  636. >A sippy cup? Really? It shouldn't really surprise you at this point, the fact that it's sized for a stallion your size is kind of shocking. You notice a slight smirk on her face as she kneels down. She's either getting some kind of enjoyment out of treating you like this, or she's plotting something... Or both. Either way, it's a little unnerving.
  637. >Back to the sippy cup for now. "Uhhh. Why did you bring me a sippy cup? You know I can drink from a normal glass just fi-"
  638. >She places her hoof over your mouth before you can finish. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I just don't think you're ready for a 'big colt' glass just yet. You know I can't have you leaving stains all over the carpet!"
  639. >"But-"
  640. >She stops you again with her hoof, this time leaning in menacingly before speaking. "Is somepony talking back to mommy? Does somepony need to take a trip over mommy's knee?"
  641. >That was definitely a threat, no attempt to mask it at all on her part. On one hand, you wonder if she really would spank you like a misbehaving colt. But considering how far she's taken this foal treatment so far, she probably would. It's best not to push it, at least for now.
  642. >"No... Mommy."
  643. >"That's a good colt." She coos, the sinister tone dropping from her voice. "Just one more thing before I leave you to your toys again..."
  644. >You wonder exactly what she means before you feel something brushing against your leg. Looking down, you have just enough time to suppress a yelp as she slides one of her hooves under the elastic band around your leg, prodding the padding around your waist from the inside.
  645. >"Still dry! Who's a big colt," She praises. "Keep it up, and you'll be out of diapers in no time!"
  646.  
  647. >Your face gets warm at her gushing, let alone that she just checked your diaper as she would a foal. As you look at her, an expression of extreme unease on your face, she takes on a comforting tone.
  648. >"Aww, looks like my little Cloudy-woudy's getting a bit pouty. Don't worry, mommy will have dinner ready soon. Then we'll get some num-nums into that grumbly tummy of yours!" As if on cue, your stomach decides to rumble from hunger. It has been a while since you've had something to eat. Your wife playfully boops your nose as she gets up and walks away, leaving you to your toys again.
  649. >Great, back to the blocks then. You reach down to try and pick up a block for the third time when you notice how dry your mouth feels, reminding you that the last time you had something to drink was several hours ago.
  650. >You glance over at the sippy cup. It would be nice to have something to drink right now, but you don't really want to drink from such a foalish container. You're not even sure what's in it, the sides and top are completely opaque, adorned with clouds and numbers that look like they're drawn in crayon. Oddly specific decorations, considering your name and cutie mark, but not something worth devoting much thought to.
  651. >Reluctantly, you reach over to the sippy cup. All you need is a swig or two to get rid of your dry mouth, that's all. It even has textured handles on the sides to make it easier for clumsy foals to grip, so it shouldn't be too much trouble to drink from.
  652. >Taking one of the handles in your hoof, you gingerly lift upwards. So far, so good. The handle certainly makes things easier. You slowly guide the cup towards your muzzle, bit by bit. The spout is a few inches from your mouth when you feel your hold start to slip. You fumble around, desperately trying to keep your grip, but it makes little difference as the cup slides from your hoof and onto the floor.
  653.  
  654. >Luckily, only a few drops manage to escape onto the blanket. You feel a little embarrassed when you realize that if that had been a normal glass, you would have spilled its contents all over the floor. Your wife was right, you aren't ready for a "big colt" glass just yet. At least, not with these damn booties around your hooves.
  655. >You look at your cushy vinyl hoof-covers. It's almost impossible to do anything with them on! In a fit of exasperation, you take one in your mouth and try to tug it off. No dice, they're on very tight and the plastic is too slippery to get a good grip on, even with your teeth.
  656. >Flopping backwards onto the blanket, you lie and think. Perhaps it's a good thing that you can't take them off. After all, Flitterhoof probably wouldn't react well if she came back in and you weren't wearing them, and you don't really want her to take this degrading treatment to the next level, whatever that may be.
  657. >Sitting up, you focus on the sippy cup again. It was easier to pick up blocks with both hooves, so perhaps you can apply that here? You reach out to the cup and take a handle in each forehoof. As with the blocks, using both hooves provides a much more stable grip. Again, you slowly raise the cup to your face. You're still not sure what's inside, but whatever it is will certainly help with your thirst.
  658. >You feel a little triumphant as you take the spout into your mouth. You've finally done it! All by yourself! Then you realize how foalish that train of thought is, and start to feel a bit silly. You are a grown stallion, after all, you shouldn't be thinking of this as some sort of momentous occasion! You take a timid sip from the cup, afraid of what it might contain.
  659.  
  660. >The liquid that hits your tongue tastes sweet and familiar. It's instantly recognizable as apple juice, a favorite of foals everywhere. Even as a stallion, you still loved the beverage.
  661. >Now that you know what it is, you begin to drink more eagerly. You had originally intended to drink only a little, just enough to tide you over until dinner, but that first sip is too refreshing to ignore. In your enthusiasm, you wind up draining the entire cup.
  662. >Much better! Your thirst is gone, and you feel oddly happy and warm inside, though you start to feel a little ashamed when you realize how nice it felt to act so foalish.
  663. >Oh well, it was just a minor slip up. You're certain that you'll put more effort into acting your age from now on. Or, at least as close to your age as you can in your current position. The good news is that nopony saw you give in so readily to such foalish behavior...
  664. >"Alright, Cloudy, time to get you ready for dinner!" You freeze as you hear your wife's voice behind you, turning slowly to face her. She walks over and takes the cup from your hooves. Had she been watching the whole time? She turns the cup upside down and shakes it, trying to see if there's any juice left inside
  665. >"I guess my little Cloudy likes his juice, doesn't he?" She lightly pinches one of your cheeks. "Now let's get you into the kitchen for din-dins!"
  666. >Feeling more confident now that you've learned how to pick things up with the booties on, you try to stand, only to fall once again on your padded rear. It's going to take a while before you can actually walk with these things on. Flitterhoof notices your predicament and kneels down next to you.
  667. >"Still having problems with those wobbly legs, are we? Don't worry, mommy will carry you!"
  668.  
  669. >No, you're not going to give up that easily! You stubbornly get back on your feet and try again. This time, you make it a good few feet before slipping.
  670. >"My little foal wants to try to walk all by himself! Oh, this is so exciting!" Flitterhoof predictably reacts to your actions as if you're actually learning to walk for the first time. She walks over to the kitchen and stands in the door frame. "Come on, come to mommy!"
  671. >You push forward, if only to prove to her that you aren't a little foal, and don't deserve to be treated as such. It's tough going, but you soon find yourself a few feet from Flitterhoof. You're almost there!
  672. >Your legs are very shaky at this point, keeping your balance has left you a lot more tired than you had expected. Naturally, your legs give out right in front of your wife, unceremoniously dropping you on your face before her. You were so close, too!
  673. >"It's okay, sweetie, you'll get the hang of it someday." Flitterhoof reassures as she strokes your mane. Now she's just being condescending, she knows damn well the booties are keeping you from walking correctly.
  674. >"Now let's get you fed, okay?" Says Flitterhoof as she kneels by your side. Come to think of it, food does sound pretty good right now. You defeatedly pull yourself onto her back and she whisks you off into the kitchen.
  675.  
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  677.  
  678. liarteD
  679.  
  680. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/18411941/#18487792
  681.  
  682. >It had been three days since the Ponyville town hall had placed a ban on public urination.
  683. >Although this had little effect on the many ponies of Ponyville Applejack had recently received her 3rd citation this week.
  684. >Due to the long hours she spent out in the field she ended up just going out in the field.
  685. >But now she was in hot water with the mayor's office
  686. >Now as a result of this Applejack had been forced to take some odd precautions
  687. "Of all the gosh darn humiliating thing I have had to put up with.”
  688. >The orange pony pony picked up her hind legs and struck the apple tree behind her
  689. >As her hooves connected a distinct crinkle sound could be heard
  690. "Well that's the last of em!"
  691. >Applejack wiped the sweat off her brow
  692. "Now time to get on back before I actually use this thing."
  693. >Applejack hurried back, she had been holding her urine all day, and combined with the bucking she was ready to race to the nearest bathroom.
  694. > She picked up her final bushel of apples, loaded it on her back, and began her walk back to the farm.
  695. >Reaching within eyesight of the bar, she began to speed up, as a result of her thick padding she began to lose her balance.
  696. “Whoa!”
  697. >She managed to quickly regain her footing, in the process her full bladder loosened slightly, but she managed to clamp it shut before any urine escaped into the diaper.
  698. >Now left completely unnerved she began to carefully make it back, her slow trot, now a slow waddle
  699. “Oh come on, just a few more steps.”
  700. >She reached the section of the farm where she hard been storing the bushels to be picked up by Granny Smith
  701. >At the moment her hoof made contact with an apple carelessly left on the ground, causing her fall face first into the ground
  702. “Dagnabit!”
  703. >Looking up she saw the the apple were okay, still in their barrel, and landed next to the others.
  704. >Her eyes went wide as she realized something was wrong.
  705.  
  706. >She looked down in horror as her diaper began to grow wet and heavy, she began to turn red with embarrassment
  707. >Suddenly she heard the noise of somepony approaching from the distance
  708. >In an attempt to reduce her humiliation she got up and ran as fast as she could
  709. >As she ran she felt her bladder continued to empty its contents turning her once pur white diaper yellow
  710. >As she continued saturate her diaper her movements became more disorganised
  711. >Applejack finally stopped at a large apple tree, she was too tired to move any further
  712. >The combination of her morning apple bucking, and her run left her exahused
  713. >She sat down at the roots of tree, he diaper squished as she did so
  714. >Usinger hoof she pressed the warm padding against herself to asses the damage
  715. “Darn it! This is the second one today! At this rate I am going to need thicker diaper to get through the day.”
  716. >Applejack looked off into the horizon, the sun was setting
  717. >Seeing this sight, Applejack knew her job for today was finished
  718. >She didn’t care that much about her diaper, right now she wanted to sleep.
  719. “I should change, but I guess a quick nap don’t hurt nobody.”
  720. >Lying down on the grass as a cool breeze blew across
  721. >Applejack placed her hat over her head basking in the coolness shade and the warmth of her diaper, soon fast asleep
  722.  
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  724.  
  725. Nogger
  726.  
  727. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/18190144/#18259040
  728.  
  729. >Rainbow Dash is flying back home, around 5:00 pm
  730. >luckily she's almost home, or the slight hardening of her wings thinking about what she's going to do when she gets home would impede her flying
  731. >she lands on her doorstep with a slight poof
  732. >she opens her door, makes sure no one is around, and slips quietly inside
  733. >she's sweating now, butterflies fill her stomach in anticipation
  734. >she goes up to a drawer and pulls an oddly large diaper out
  735. "Aww yeah... Here we go"
  736. >she pulls it over her rump and does the straps up, pressing on either side of her crotch, giggling profusely
  737. >she pats her now softly padded butt
  738. "Hehehe... This is even more awesome than I thought it would be!"
  739. >she walks around, soft crinkling with each step, the soft bulk between her legs impeding her steps ever so slightly
  740. >her blush deepens with every diapered wiggle of her backside
  741. >suddenly she hears a noise
  742. "H-hello...?"
  743. >she puts on her best attempt at a natural voice as she panics and pulls a layer of cloud over her lower half
  744. >Pinkie's head starts popping up and down through her floor every few seconds
  745. "Hey Rainbowda--!
  746. Howareya---!
  747. Icameover--!
  748. likeyousaidicould--!"
  749. >Rainbow tries to play it cool, acting as relaxed as possible
  750. "Uh... Yeah pinkie! I sure did say that...! Hehe..."
  751. >The sound of pinkie's trampoline can be faintly heard straining as she does one final jump into rainbow's house, landing on her front mat where she's able to stand without falling through
  752. "Hey Rainbow! I just came over to tell you that Twilight--"
  753. >Pinkie stops suddenly
  754. >Rainbow looks down
  755. >Pinkie's jump has dispersed her little covering
  756. "Uh... Rainbow Dash...?"
  757. >rainbow starts to panic
  758. "Pinkie please don't tell anyone! I Just-- I--"
  759. "Oh, Rainbow Dash! *giggle* why didn't you tell me sooner?"
  760. "Wh-- What...?"
  761. >Awkward silent moment
  762. "Well? Aren't you going to grab me one, silly?"
  763. >Rainbow looks relieved and confused at once
  764. "Uh... S-sure...!"
  765. >Rainbow grabs a diaper for Pinkie
  766.  
  767. >Pinkie takes the diaper from Dash and puts it on like champ
  768. "So... *teehee* how long have you been doing this for? This is one of my favorite kinds, you know."
  769. >smiles deviously
  770. "Uh... Well... Not very long, I mean... Today's only my second time since... Well... Infancy, I guess... Heh..."
  771. >she's still a little nervous, but watching pinkie pace around on the large mat giggling calms her down some
  772. "You know, Rainbow Dash, these diapers are really good for... Well, you know~"
  773. >rainbow looks confused
  774. "Uh... What?"
  775. "For messing, silly~!"
  776. >rainbow's cheeks light up, her wings flare immediately
  777. "Wh--! N-No way--! There's no way I cou--"
  778. "Aw, shush dashie... It feels really good, you know..."
  779. >rainbow's heart starts to slink back from it's position in her throat, but her wingboner and blush don't go anywhere
  780. >Pinkie's eyes seem affectionate and pursuading, her cheeks now bright red for some reason
  781. "S-sure... I gue--"
  782. >rainbow's nose crinkles
  783. "What is that smell?!"
  784. >pinkie's eyelashes flutter as she presses a hoof on the back of her diaper
  785. >soft squishing can be heard
  786. "Your turn, dashie~"
  787.  
  788. "Wh--!..."
  789. >dash begins to protest, but decides reluctantly to try it anyway, she had forgotten in her nervousness that there had been something there begging her to go to the bathroom for a while now
  790. >dash begins to concentrate, her hold loosening
  791. >Pinkie sits down, squishing her load against the floor, and produces a little flag
  792. "Hehe! Go dashie!"
  793. >suddenly, she feels it
  794. >she starts to push her load into her diaper, the warm mush pushing her legs apart further
  795. >she stops to catch her breath, adjusting her legs a little and feeling it squish around
  796. "Come on, Dashie! I know you've got more than that~"
  797. >she pushes out a little bit more before stopping, sweat dripping down her brow, her eyelids fluttering
  798. >she breathes heavily and brings her hoof to her butt, pushing on her now much heavier diaper
  799. >her push displaces some of the mess, squishing the load around between her legs
  800. "Feels good, huh~?"
  801. "Y--*breathing* yeah... It really does~"
  802. >Pinkie pats her own mess, sighs, and rubs it gingerly against rainbow's
  803. "Teehee... You're part of the pinkie diaper club! We're the only members so far... But what a great club, huh?"
  804. >rainbow's full diaper squishes as she pats it
  805. "Best... Club... Ever~..."
  806. Fin
  807.  
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  809.  
  810. DandySavage
  811.  
  812. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/21508809/#21557340
  813.  
  814. Bear with me it's been awhile.
  815.  
  816. “Thanks again for the help, Rarity, I know it’s kinda last minute…” You start, stepping into the Carousel Boutique’s studio behind Ponyville’s top seamstress.
  817. >Your favorite suit jacket met with an unfortunate end last Nightmare Night, mostly due to your bad luck and Pinkie’s inexperience with pyrotechnics.
  818. >At least the flaming Slenderman sprinting throughout town screaming like a banshee made for a Nightmare Night that nopony would never forget.
  819. >”Oh hush, Anonymous.” Rarity says sweetly, politely cutting you off as she helps you onto her measuring platform. “I’m always happy to help a friend in need. Especially ones that appreciate the finer things in life!”
  820. “Thanks, but I’m not as cultured as you’d think.” You laugh, stretching out a bit before the process began. “I just dress to impress, y’know?”
  821. “Don’t sell yourself short, my dear.” Rarity chuckles, slipping on her work glasses before heading towards her work bench. “You’re far more interesting than that.”
  822. >“Besides, it’s always refreshing to work with such a…exotic client.” She teases, trotting back with a yellow measuring tape in tow. “Now arms up, dear. Up, up, up!”
  823. >You raise your arms up in compliance as she gracefully extends the length of the tape from one wrist to the other, with just the slightest hint of slack for a form fitting, yet not too tight design.
  824. >”An extra inch in just a month or two?” Rarity asked, glossing over your shoulders with the instrument. “My my, somepony’s been keeping busy, hmm?”
  825. >It was true. Compared to your time on Earth you led a considerably healthier life, leading to quite the handsome physique.
  826. >Hell, the fact there was no television and internet would have forced even the greasiest of neckbeards from their basements and into the outside world for a change.
  827.  
  828. “Heh, no rest for Ponyville’s resident “Handyman.” You smile, giving your fingers a little flourish for emphasis. “If Mac doesn’t need another farmhand, it’s the Mayor needing an extra groundskeeper to get ready for some festival or whatnot.”
  829. >You were a hard worker and a fast learner, an indispensable quality in any person. There was never any shortage of things to do in town with a reputation like that. It made you feel pretty special!
  830. “And I don’t like to brag…”
  831. >”Of course you don’t, daring.” Rarity laughs, drawing the length of the tape around your waist. “But do go on.”
  832. “As I was saying…” You huff. “I’ve been going to the gym every once in a while.” You trail off, flexing your right arm to show off. “Not too shabby , don’tcha think?”
  833. >”Not at all, Anon.” The unicorn stated, moving the measuring tape up to your bicep and wrapping it around the tensed muscle. “Frankly, I’m quite impressed you’ve made this much progress in such a short time, I’m glad I took your numbers again before I started on the suit!”
  834. “Well, I do try.” You smirk, relaxing your arms as Rarity sets aside her measuring tape.
  835. >”And voila, we’re almost finished, Anonymous!” She said happily, trotting back towards the platform.
  836. >Really? That soon? Huh, normally she has you up there for an hour minimum. Not that you’re complaining, it’d be a hard week of work. You’d love nothing more than to go home and unwind.
  837. >After all, you finally received a package you’d been waiting for a few weeks now. You couldn’t wait have a little alone time all to yourself with your new parcels.
  838. > You move to take a step down, but Rarity quickly stops you with a forceful jab of magic.
  839. >”Patience dear, there’s one more, itty-bitty detail I need to check, now hold still.” Rarity commands with a grin, circling back towards your front.
  840.  
  841. “Hey, no problem, not like I have anywhere to be.” You say casually, shrugging your shoulders.
  842. >You feel something stir near the zipper of your jeans. Looking down, you see Rarity has it in her magical grip.
  843. >Confused, you glance back up towards the grinning unicorn. Before you can say anything, she swiftly undoes your belt and pulls them down in one shift motion, exposing your underwear to the unicorn.
  844. >You gasp, reaching down and attempting to pull up your pants, but Rarity’s magic is far too powerful to move them an inch!
  845. >She carefully examines your exposed undergarments, looking severely disenchanted.
  846. “Rarity?! What the He-“
  847. >”Those same old boxers? Really?” Rarity sighed, releasing her grip on your trousers. “I must say Anonymous, I’m a bit disappointed. I expected something more…risqué.”
  848. “What…what are you talking about?” You stammer, hastily pulling up your jeans as she starts back towards her work bench.
  849. >”Oh, you haven’t received my package yet?” Rarity asked inquisitively, cocking her head to the side. “I could’ve sworn it’d be there by now…”
  850. >You freeze.
  851. >”Her” package? Did that mean she knew about your…? No. It had to be some kind of coincidence.
  852. “Huh? I-I don’t know what you mean.” You stammer, hastily doing up your belt as Rarity heads over to her work bench, opening up and thumbing through for pages of portfolios.
  853. >”Oh, really now? I suppose I could be mistaken…” Rarity giggles, thumbing through each of her documents. Her expression lights up as she finds the page she was searching for, trotting back towards you with it in tow. “After all, the client for my latest creation was….anonymous~. Let’s double check, shall we?”
  854.  
  855. >”Waist ’32, inseam ’34, hips around ’38…” Rarity began, reading off the measurements of her customer in a fashion far too dramatic for your tastes. “With numbers like that, they either belong to a giraffe or you, dear.”
  856. >“Oh, and this little note is my favorite part…” She chuckled, clearing her throat.
  857. >Oh God, please don’t let her read tha-
  858. >”Extra thick, baby blue with teddy bear print!” Rarity read with a smile. “What an adorable request! Wouldn’t you say?”
  859. >This was it, she was finally closing in on the truth.
  860. >Your heart is pounding out of your chest. You hope against hope that there’s still a small chance you can get out of this and save SOME of your dignity.
  861. “Yeah, well…” You start, taking a deep breath. “Boxers like that sound a little…childish…for a guy like me, don’tcha think? Maybe that giraffe of yours is a little out there, Rarity…”
  862. >”Childish?” Rarity parrots in a mocking tone, setting aside her notebook before starting back towards you. “Anon, the only one acting childish right now is you.”
  863. >Welp, she knew.
  864. >Maybe if you drank some more magic bleach you could start over in Kanto or something.
  865. > “Or should I say downright foalish is more like it, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before...”
  866. >You cringe, biting your lower lip. She was just toying with you now.
  867. >Wait a minute…“nothing she hadn’t seen before? What did she mean be that? Did that mean she…
  868.  
  869. >”Oh, don’t act so surprised, Anonymous.” Rarity whispered, breaking you out of your haze. “Fashion is not exactly a mainstream phenomenon outside of formal gatherings and what have you. I’m passionate about my dresses, but most tailors and seamstresses only use that as a cover for their little kinks.
  870. “Kinks…?”
  871. >”Of course, I love fashion, I adore clothing in general.” Rarity swoons, brushing up against you, causing you to shudder. “But my true passion lies elsewhere.”
  872. >At first, you thought she was just pulling your leg, but the more you thought about it…wearing clothing did seem unnatural to most of Ponyville.
  873. >It’d explain why everypony was always on your case for covering up everyday.
  874. >“I’ve seen ponies create the finest pieces of fetish clothing.” Rarity continues. “Leather, latex, even chainmail! But my talents lie in my passion for…foalish things.”
  875. >You stand speechless for a moment, searching for the right words. If what she had just told you was true, then there was no use denying it any longer.
  876. “…How long have you known?” You ask softly, turning your head away from the snow white pony.
  877. >”I’ve had my suspicions for a while now, Anonymous, but to be exact…” Rarity twittered, trotting back into your field of vision to meet your gaze. “Maybe a month ago? Your pants were looking a tad tight and your flank…well, let’s just say I was surprised you didn’t spring a leak!”
  878. “I didn’t think anyone would notice.” You blush, scratching the back of your head.
  879. >”Hmph, of course I noticed, I’d recognize shoddy work through the thickest of clothing. Honestly, I was shocked you’d even go for those cheap store brand ones over my catalog...”
  880. >Rarity was right, they were pretty abysmal. It took three layered over one another to even hold small “accidents.” But it wasn’t like she advertised her undisclosed merchandise in her storefront.
  881.  
  882. >It took some serious digging without access to the internet, but you eventually found a discreet company that had exactly what you were looking for.
  883. >Turns out it was Rarity.
  884. “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.” You quietly chuckle, letting your guard down a little bit. “I still need to y’know, try them out.”
  885. >”Hmph, so you finally open up only to doubt my work…?” Rarity guffaws, trotting in front of you and planting hooves. “Then how about this: you spend an evening with moi and demo my creations for me.”
  886. “D-demo? You mean model?” You say shyly.
  887. >You were more than a bit taken back by her unexpected offer. I mean, this was Rarity you were talking about! Never in your life did you ever think one of your new friends would be into this junk, let alone the most stuck-up and haughty of the bunch.
  888. >”Hmm, perhaps I should be more direct…” Rarity mumbles to herself, breaking the silence. “Would you like to be my foal for the evening, Anonymous?”
  889. >Your mind came to a grinding halt as her words drifted towards your ears and your flushed cheeks grew burning hot.
  890. >You half expected to wake up any moment, but the moment never came.
  891.  
  892. >”Anonymous…” Rarity begins sympathetically, understanding your confliction. “I have desires just as you do, there’s no need to be so nervous. Although it is quite adorable!” Rarity giggles, covering her mouth with a hoof.
  893. “Rarity…” You start, biting your lower lip as you try to force the words out; half of you still refusing to believe what she said was true. “It…I mean…, but you can’t be serious can you?”
  894. >“I am one hundred percent serious! You have no idea the types I’ve dealt with before…filthy, uncultured slobs without a shred of dignity for them whatsoever.” She says in disgust.“…Oh but you, Anon, the way you carry yourself is simply beyond the scope of what I expected from somepony with your inclinations.”
  895.  
  896. >You believed it. The horrible things you’d seen back home made you seem miles better by comparison in the grand scheme of things.
  897. “I don’t know what to say, I’m flattered, Rarity.”
  898. >”Then don’t say anything, just say yes.” She answers, eagerly awaiting your response.
  899. >Of course you wanted to say that simple word, but it was more complicated than that. Sure, you’d dreamed of this moment for years, but now that the reality was right in front of you it was a bit disillusioning.
  900. “Rarity, come on, look at me.” You start with a shrug. “A guy like me isn’t exactly cut out for being anyone’s foal. I’m almost twice your size…”
  901. >Rarity only rolls her eyes in response.
  902. >”How naïve, Anonymous, if I wanted a little filly to take care of, I’d have asked somepony like Fluttershy. Celestia knows it wouldn’t take much more than a simple please…”
  903. >”There is just something about a stallion in a thick, crinkly diaper that lights a fire within me.” She coos. “And as for your concerns, I assure you…”
  904. >Without a moment’s hesitation, her horn flares up and bands of magic energy surround your wrists and ankles, forcing you against the wall, completely at her mercy.
  905. >”Rest assured, the balance of power swings heavily in my favor.” Rarity laughs, as she trots towards you as you struggle against your bindings.
  906. “Rarity, let me down, please, this isn’t funny!” You plead as you try to wrench your arm off to no avail.
  907. >“If I wanted to, I could just slide these off and have you into something more comfortable right now…” Rarity says, ignoring you as she nonchalantly brushes a hoof against your pants.
  908. >”But I’d rather hear you just say it yourself.”
  909.  
  910. >You stop struggling and she releases her magical grip, allowing you to gently slide down onto the ground.
  911. >You look up into her inviting gaze. Despite Rarity being much smaller than you, the aura of her authority and the gently look in her eyes made you feel like…a foal compared to her.
  912. >In your heart, you already knew what the answer would be the moment she posed the question. It would be a big step, you didn’t deny that. But this wasn’t an opportunity you didn’t want to waste.
  913. >Especially not with a pony you could trust this much.
  914. “…I would like that, Rarity.”
  915. >”You would like what, dear?” Rarity asks inquisitively, cocking her head to the side.
  916. >Of course she wouldn’t let you give such an ambiguous answer. You gulp, taking a deep breath.
  917. “I want to be your foal.”
  918. >”Oh, how wonderful!” Rarity exclaims, gently nuzzling you all over. “I promise you, dear, you’ll have nothing to worry about, I’ll take excellent care of you this evening.”
  919. “Wait, like tonight?! This sudden?”
  920. >”Of course, you didn’t honestly think I planned this whole thing spur of the moment did you? I set aside the date ages ago. Even Sweetie’s out having a slumber party with her friends; we’ll have the boutique to ourselves tonight!”
  921. >Yikes, were you really that predictable?
  922. >”Now you run along and gather a change of clothes for the morning and whatever toiletries you need, I’ll handle the rest, alright?”
  923. “Hey, wait a minute, what if I had plans tonight?” You snap back in a huff, crossing your arms.
  924. >”Even if you did…” Rarity giggles, brushing off the idea. “I think we both know where you’d rather be tonight.”
  925.  
  926. >End of Part 1
  927.  
  928. ###########
  929.  
  930. Firsttime Writefag
  931.  
  932. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/22123784/#22144392
  933.  
  934. >Snowflake Berry was always a bit short for his age. Most colts who were about to go off to middle school were starting to shoot up like weeds, but he still looked like he was waiting on his cutie mark. His foalish features and effeminate mane didn't do him any favors, and more than a few ponies at school would mistake him for a filly.
  935. >He stood, slightly worried, at the base of the steps into his Aunt Rose Sprinkle's summer home as the taxi cart drove away. His parents had sent him to her beach house for the summer, hoping to give the childless mare some company, as well as prevent Snow from wasting another summer indoors moping.
  936. >He hopped up the large steps one at a time, before sighing and knocking on the door.
  937. >"Oooh, whats this? I don't remember ordering a cutie in the mail!" a bright pink mare in her early thirties says giddily as she opens the door, causing the young white and blue colt to blush deeply.
  938. >"Well come on in, don't make yourself a stranger, long ride in this heat you must be absolutely parched!"
  939. >"I...I...guess I could go for something." Snow says, walking into the house. It was a large house on stilts, with at least ten rooms arranged in a laberinthine design, with cozy soft furniture and a small kitchen right near the door, with hallways leading down further in.
  940. >Rose takes Snow into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and taking out a large jug of pink lemonade setting it on the counter.
  941. >"So why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself then hmm? I haven't seen you since you were oh yay tall." she giggles, reaching into the cabinets for a cup.
  942. >"W...well my name is Snowflake. I like baseball and fishing. And...I guess thats it."
  943.  
  944. >"Well I don't know much about baseball, but the fishing here is just wonderful. You remind me later, I'll ask Old Man Slippery Gills if he don't mind taking us out on the water sometime. Hows that sound?"
  945. >"That sounds great!" the colt says standing up excitedly as Rose puts down his drink, a sweet icy lemonade....in a sippy cup.
  946.  
  947. >"Wh...whats this?" the colt asks warily
  948. >"Why thats your lemonade darling. Drink up, before all the ice melts."
  949. >"Bu...but its in a sippy."
  950. >"OH! That reminds me. All this talk of beverages is making me have to head to the little filly's room. You sit tight I'll be right back!" the mare says walking out of the room and down the hallway, leaving the small colt sighting and looking at the toddler's cup.
  951. >He WAS pretty thirsty.
  952. >Snowflake absentmindedly picks up the cup and begins to suckle, enjoying the sweet-sour taste as it flows down into him, cooling off his insides as he brushes his sweaty forehead from the summer heat, continuing till the drink empties with a dissatisfying pop, leaving him sucking air.
  953. >He sits there for about 10 minutes, waiting on his aunt, before deciding to get down and look for her. Can't be too hard to find her in this place.
  954. >He steps down from the barstool by the counter, as he suddenly feels a chill go up his spine. He has to go. Badly.
  955.  
  956. >Snowflake tiptoes through the house, feeling his body wince with every step he takes. He holds his legs together as he goes from room to room, checking for the bathroom, instead finding a study, a workout room, a guest bedroom, a nursery, and everything else BUT a potty.
  957. >Wait what.
  958. >Snowflake stops, ignoring his overflowing bladder as he steps into what looks to be an oversized foal's room, complete with a crib, a wardrobe, a changing table [complete with diapers of various colors] and supplies. Everything done up in bright pink with lace and trims.
  959. >"Find something you like?" he hears his aunt say behind him, breaking his concentration as he feels himself peeing all over the carpet, staining floor as he keeps going, leaving him standing on a large circular stain.
  960. >"I..I...I didn't mean to, I mean I, and you were. What is all this?"
  961. >His aunt looks down at him, noticing the stain on the carpet, shaking her head as she dodges the question.
  962. >"Poor dear, did you have an accident? Don't you worry, I'll get you all cleaned up nice and fresh don't you worry about a thing." she says, reaching over and picking him up in her hooves and setting him down on the changing mat, quickly tightening the restraints.
  963. >"H..hey, what are you doing? Whats going on?"
  964. >"Ssssh. I'm just cleaning you up darling, and getting you all wrapped up. Your mommy should have told me you wanted to be a racehorse." she says booping his nose with one hoof.
  965. >"Just stay still."
  966. >Rose takes a large pink diaper from under the changing table, sliding it under him with care before liberally applying foal powder.
  967. >"Ope! I almost forgot, little fillies like you sometimes need some help down there, don't they?"
  968. >"What are you talking abou..aaah cold cold cold!" Snowflake yelps as he feels his auntie slide a few lubricated suppositories up his bottom, pushing them up deep before pulling up the sides and taping him up.
  969. >"There we go, much better." she coos, loosening the restraints.
  970.  
  971. >Auntie Rose loosens the restraints, causing Snow to jolt up to a seated position, feeling the soft padding under him form into a cushioned seat.
  972. >"Wh..why did you put me in..."
  973. >"In what dear? Oh that? Well you had an accident Snowy, isn't that just the thing to do?" she says absentmindedly as she begins to comb and brush him mane out, smoothing it from its messy norm into soft silky strands, trailing a little down his back.
  974. >He looks around the room in shock as the much larger mare continues combing him out on the changing table.
  975. >"Why do you have all this stuff?"
  976. >"Well this isn't exactly a sleepover dear, your mommy told me you'd be staying the whole summer, so I got everything a little filly like you could ever want or need, toys, dolls, a nice soft crib with high bars so you don't fall out and hurt yourself, plenty of diapies, wipes, bottles, cups, I really went all out for you on this. You shouldn't have a thing to worry about all summer long." she says, putting away the comb and helping him down, causing him to immediately stumble around as he tries to get used to the added weight on his flank.
  977. >"But I'm a colt! And I'm not a foal!" he protests.
  978. >"Oh! Clothes! Hot or not you'll catch cold wearing that!" she says once again dodging the question, opening the wardrobe to reveal many foalish and very girly articles. Light blue and pink overalls, sundresses and skirts and all sorts of other frilly things, diaper covers and hoodies with cutsie sayings on them like "Aunties Little Trooper" done in camouflage. She pulls out a light blue pair of overalls and holds them up to Snowflake's chest.
  979. >"Ooooh! These'll do wonderfully I just know it! Cool but comfy."
  980. >Rose picks up Snow, dropping him into the seat of the overalls, making him hear a "POMF" as powder escapes his diaper as she begins to tighten the straps.
  981.  
  982. >He begins to panic, grabbing his aunt's shoulders with his little hoovsies and shaking her, tearing up.
  983. >"Auntie Rose! I'm not a filly! Or a foal! I'm a big colt! Stop doin this please!"
  984. >Rose just shakes her head, pointing him to the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe, making Snow gasp in shock. Looking at him in the mirror was a little filly of about 3 or 4, with long soft white hair, big pretty eyes, and a pair of light blue overalls which did nothing at all to hide the fact that she was wearing thick fluffy diapers underneath.
  985. >"Does that look like a big strong colt to you Snowy?"
  986. >"But...but...but!." he wails, now openly crying.
  987. >"Ssssssh." she says pulling a pacifier out from behind her and slipping it between Snowy's waiting lips.
  988. >"Its been a long day and a long ride over here, and I think a certain little filly needs a nap. Come on." Aunt Rose says picking him up in her hooves and gentle setting him into the crib, pulling up the bars and laying a bright pink blankie over him.
  989. >Against his will he continues to suckle on the paci as his tears continue to flow down his cheeks in confusion, blinking through them as he feels exhaustion start to take him off to sleep.
  990.  
  991. >Snowy awakens a few hours later alone, rising to a seated position, feeling a light squish. He's wet the bed. His paci has fallen out and is currently laying on the padded mattress of the crib. He begins to look around curiously, trying to comprehend just what was going on.
  992. >He wasn't a foal. Or a filly. He was a big strong colt who was about to start middle school!
  993. >...and who was wearing a very wet diaper.
  994. >He grips the side-bars of the crib and tries to climb out, quickly finding it impossible. There's no good grips, and he's too short and too weak to climb it.
  995. >So he tries jumping next, hopping up and trying to grab the top bar, but every time all he manages to do is just barely miss it, even after making a little pillar out of the pillows.
  996. >At least he grips the bars and, shaking them, begins to call for help
  997. >"Auntie! Auntie Rose! Where are you!?"
  998. >No sooner has he begun to cry out then does the bright pink mare, now wearing a long white sundress walk into the room and begin to lower the bars.
  999. >"Good afternoon sweetheart. Did you have a nice nap?" she says running her hoof down Snowy's mane.
  1000. >He sniffles a little at his tormentor as he feels the uncomfortable clammy feeling.
  1001. >"Is something wrong darling? Oh, I think I know what it is." she says, picking him up and holding a hoof under his bottom for support, making the wet garment cling to him, making him tear up again.
  1002. >"Somepony wet the bed. Yes they did! Yes they did!" she says, nuzzling Snowy's nose, who feels himself giggling despite himself as she carries him over to the changing table, strapping him in and undoing his overalls.
  1003.  
  1004. >"Now I know this is going to take some getting used to Snowy, but things will really go along a lot better if you don't fight me on this. I've taken care of tons of fillies just like you, poor things, who want to be all grown up too fast, and who deny who they are. And I know, that all they need is a little nudge in the right direction, to become the cutest, most innocent little darlings in all Equestria. Now come on, legs up."
  1005. >Snowflake lifts his legs, letting his aunt slip off his wet diaper and throw it into the garbage, wiping him down with wet wipes to get all the icky off him, making him smile and laugh.
  1006. >"Does that tickle? Well I guess I'll have to be more careful won't I!" she says wiping him more, getting under his bottom and over his privates as he continues to girate against the straps giggling. She pulls out another thick pink diaper, slipping it on and taping it up. She undoes the straps, picking him up patting his bottom.
  1007. >"There we go, all nice and clean. Now. Who wants dinner?"
  1008. >The diapered colt just nods shyly as she picks up a diaper bag and slings it across her shoulder, and begins heading to the door.
  1009. >"Wait wait wait!" he panics, grabbing tight to her.
  1010. >"Whats wrong sweetie?"
  1011. >"You cant' take me outside like this, w..what if somepony sees me?"
  1012. >"Oh. You're right, I've gone plumb bonkers. Its near sundown and I forgot to dress you. Come on." she says setting down the bag and walking back into the nursery, setting Snow down on the floor.
  1013. >"Thats not what I meant!" he protests angrily as she sorts through the wardrobe, eventually picking out a white sundress that matches the one she's wearing.
  1014. >"How about this one Snowy? We'd match! Do you want that? You wanna match your auntie Rose?"
  1015. >He just frowns at her, crossing his arms.
  1016. >"I'm not wearing a dress."
  1017.  
  1018. >She just looks at him with a challenging, bemused smile, before rapidly leaping over to him, sliding the dress down over his head and pulling his hooves through, before pinning him to the carpet.
  1019. >"Sure looks like you're wearing a dress to me. Now come on, up we goes." she says helping him to his feet. He looks at the mirror, quietly despairing. His big pink diaper is on complete display, the short sundress doing all but nothing to hide it as it lays uselessly at the midpoint of the padding.
  1020. >"Okay, now lets get going. The place up the road sells the BEST hayburgers. And if you're good, maaaybe we can get iiiice cream." the mare says excitedly, picking up Snow and carrying him back to the door, grabbing the diaper bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She then opens a nearby closet, pulling out a stroller and setting Snow into it, tightening the straps so he can't escape before rolling him out the door and down the steps.
  1021. >Soon they are walking into town, coming into the square of a small market center just a few miles away from the beach-houses that line the short. Ponies walk about in the light of dusk doing their business, talking to each other, or just hanging out. A few skateboarders of Snow's age [and over a head taller than him] ride by, paying him no mind as he tries to back up into the stroller seat and vanish as Rose pushes him through town.
  1022. >"Somepony's been awful quiet. Is something the matter there grumple-gills? Hmm?"
  1023. >"You're treating me like a filly. And a foal." he says angrily as she continues pushing him.
  1024. >"And? Ask anypony here what you are and they'll tell you exactly what I told you back at the house. That you're a cute little three year old filly out for a day on the town. Thats democracy at work you know."
  1025. >"Equestria's a monarc..."
  1026.  
  1027. >"Ope! We're heeeeeeere!" she sings, cutting him off and sliding him up the steps to the restaurant, an old wooden building with a black chalkboard sign listing the specials, and a few ponies eating outside on picnic tables."
  1028. >Pulling inside, Snow falls silent as Rose pulls them up to the cashier, pulling a few bits out of the diaper bag and giving them to the mare behind the counter.
  1029. >"Yes I'll take two seaside hayburgers with fries please. And a diet coke."
  1030. >The teenage mare looks down at Snow.
  1031. >"Oooh. Whose the new little one Rose? She looks so shy!" The teenage mare says to the Aunt.
  1032. >"This is my niece, Snowy. She's going to stay over the summer and keep me company. She's just a little agitated right now because she misses her mommy. Isn't that right sweetheart?"
  1033. >Snow just frowns at them both.
  1034. >Rose leans in close to whisper in the mare's ear.
  1035. >"And besides that Silver I think she's just frustrated because she hasn't made poopy today. That much build-up just sours anypony's mood." she says smiling as the mare rings her up.
  1036. >"It'll be about ten minutes give or take. You're number six." she says sliding her a metal stand with a big "Six" written on a piece of paper on it.
  1037. >The two of them roll outside, Rose parking the stroller by the table where nopony will step over it.
  1038. >"Now if I let you up, will you behave?"
  1039. >Snowy continues frowning at her, having decided if he can't improve his condition at least he doesn't have to like it. Besides, talking would just make it more likely ponies would realize something was off about him.
  1040. >"Fine. Stay in the stroller then."
  1041. >After about ten minutes the food is brought out and laid in front of Rose, who picks up the second burger, tearing it in half and giving half of it, and some fries, to Snowy, sitting it on her tray on the stroller.
  1042.  
  1043. >"Eat up filly, otherwise it'll get cold." she says as the evening winds begin to pick up a little with just the slightest chill in them. The sunset goes down in the distance over the water.
  1044. >Snow looks at her, feeling his stomach begin to grumble. Slowly, he reaches over and picks up the burger, taking a bite and chewing it, enjoying the tasty feeling as the bits of hay slides down his throat. He begins to dig in, having not eaten in a while.
  1045. >Rose just smiles and eats her own food, enjoying the sight of her filly finally starting to lighten up and enjoy herself. After a moment he looks up at her.
  1046. >"A...auntie Rose?" he says timidly.
  1047. >"What is it Snowy?"
  1048. >"C...can I have something to drink?"
  1049. >She just smiles warmly at her, patting her mane as she pulls a sippy cup with applejuice in it, sliding it over to Snowy, who begins to drink it up eagerly, smiling at the sweetness.
  1050. >The two of them continue eating and drinking for a while before a low grumble goes through the air from the stroller.
  1051. >Snowy looks up from her remaining fries, full and content, laying her head on the back of the stroller as she feels a sudden strange feeling slide through her. She crosses her legs, looking up at Rose yelling.
  1052. >"Auntie Rose help please! Lemme out! Lemme out!" she says trying to free herself from the straps, pulling up hard on them to no avail.
  1053. >The aunt gets up, kneeling near the stroller.
  1054. >"Whats wrong sweetie?"
  1055. >"I has to go potty, let me out!" she says squirming, holding her legs as the feeling of full bladder seems to come out of nowhere.
  1056. >"Silly Snowy, you're wearing the potty."
  1057.  
  1058. >"Auntie Rose this isn't funny lemme up!"
  1059. >Rose undoes the straps and moves the tray, picking up Snowy.
  1060. >Snowy feels her tears subside, only to be met with horror at Rose instead sits back down, cradling her, slipping the pacifier back into her mouth, and beginning to slowly pat her bottom with rhythmic motion.
  1061. >*Pat*, *Pat*, *Pat*, *Pat*
  1062. >He continues to squirm.
  1063. >"Auntie please! I'm gonna have an accident!"
  1064. >"Ssssh. Hush. Just let it go."
  1065. >"But!"
  1066. >"Ssssh. Just let it aaaalll out and I'll take care of everything. Can you do that for me little filly? Please?" she says looking down at her 'niece' with the most pleading smile and big blue eyes.
  1067. >Snow just sniffles as he feels himself lose control, wetting himself, his thick padding absorbing the oncoming tide of urine he unleashes, soaking it up till the pink material has turned a light yellowish in places.
  1068. >It continues for a second before finally trickling to a stop,
  1069. >He exhales, sobbing into Rose's dress.
  1070. >"There we go....just let it aaal out." she says patting her wet bottom, as another low growl comes from Snowy's tummy.
  1071. >"Wh...wh...I..." he feels it coming, and grips Rose's dress tight as he feels a great rushing mess flood into his diaper, filling it to expansion, pushing the soft garment away from him as it grows and stretches to fill the demand placed upon it, the tapes creeking a little as it goes out, the warm mess coating Snowy's flank and turning the back of a pink diaper into a solid dark brown. He loses it, crying loudly.
  1072. >Rose just holds her in one hoof, picking up the diaper bag and walking into the mare's bathroom with her.
  1073. >With quick experienced hooves she lowers the changing table with her free hoof, setting down the diaper bag and sitting Snowy down, which only pushes the squishy mess up her front and back.
  1074. >Rose pulls her in close, letting her bury her neck into her sundress as she cries her first big mess out.
  1075.  
  1076. >She lays her back, slipping the paci in which Snow begins to eagerly suckle as Rose begins to slide the dress up over her waistline, pulling at the tabs of the messy diaper.
  1077. >"Eeew. Somepony made a nasty in their didee didn't she? But don't you worry, Auntie's gonna get you all cleaned up in no time at all." she says as she begins pulling off the used diaper, rolling it up and throwing it into the trash, before wiping her off.
  1078. >Snow just looks up at her, enjoying the refreshing clean feeling of the wipes and the cool air on his nethers, as well as the comfortable empty feeling from his bowel movement. Actually felt really good to empty out like that. He continues suckling, squirming occasionally as the wet-wipes tickle him.
  1079. >After a moment Rose finishes, powdering him up and strapping him into a new big pink diaper, the cushie softness encompassing his empty booty in comfort as she pulls him up to a seated position.
  1080. >"See? That wasn't too bad was it? Nooo, that was just fine. Got that all cleaned up in no time at all."
  1081. >Snow just nods, hugging his aunt for comfort. She runs her hoof down his mane and back, cooing to him as he suckles.
  1082. >She wipes away Snowy's tears with her sleeve, wrapping her in a hug as she picks her up, facing the mirror.
  1083. >"See? What'd I tell you? Cutest little fillies in Equestria. This is who you really are Snowflake. Embrace it and you'll feel so much better." she says, kissing him on the head and carrying him back outside to the stroller.
  1084.  
  1085. >Snowy sits in the stroller as they walk down the sidewalk leading back to his Auntie Rose's beach house. The sun has set, leaving only the large moon over the waves and the many stars in the sky to see by, as well as the occasional streetlight.
  1086. >The poor pampered pony, relaxes, listening to the calming waves splashing along the shore, his face and dress plastered with vanilla ice cream, the half finished cone sitting on the tray of his stroller.
  1087. >True to her word, Auntie Rose decided to stop for ice cream on the way home, as a way of rewarding her little filly for being such a good sport about her first messy.
  1088. >As they pull up to the house, Snowy now half-asleep with the long day behind her, eyes closed in contentment, hears the front door open with a click as Rose unlocks the door and pushes the stroller inside, liberating Snowy from it and carrying the sticky filly in her arms.
  1089. >He feels the heavy hoofsteps of his aunt as they walk through the house, feeling the cool dark of the empty living room and hallways lay upon him gently, as his aunt kindly navigates by memory, not turning on all the lights just yet.
  1090. >Finally he's forced to open his eyes as piercing light touches his lips, and the sound of rushing water from a faucet pounds his delicate eardrums. She's running him a bath.
  1091. >"Wake up sweetie. Its not beddy-bye just yet.
  1092. >Slowly, his eyes flicker open, half-conscious, as she begins to direct him, making him raise his hooves so she could slide the white matching sundress off, tickling him just barely.
  1093.  
  1094. >"Stand up please, thats it, oh I know you're tired honey but you'll feel so much better sleeping after a nice hot bath I promise." she says raising him to his hooves, undoing the diaper's tapes so he stands naked in the cold air of the bathroom. She gently picks him up, setting him into the now mostly filled tub, turning off the faucet. The hot water buoys around him, washing off the little specks of ice cream, food, and mess that had gotten caught in his coat, causing him to flicker towards more awareness.
  1095. >He feels her take a brush from a nearby cabinet, gently running it through his coat, over his back and down his sides, causing him to shiver at its rough bristles going down him in sliding motions, getting all the dirt and grime off and into the bath water.
  1096. >Next comes the soap, his aunt squirting from the bottle into her hooves and sliding it down him, scrubbing deep to make sure she doesn't leave the slightest portion of the pretty pony unpampered, starting with his back before reaching under him and massaging him belly and stallionhood, turning a corner and finishing by running it through his flank.
  1097. >Snowy just enjoys the sensations, feeling a odd sense of foalish nostalgia over his first time being bathed by somepony else in many many years, his lips turned up in a tiny barely perceivable smile.
  1098. >"Close your eyes darling, we wouldn't want to get this in your eyes. Baby shampoo or no, soap is soap." his aunt says as she takes out another bottle, running the shampoo through his short white mane, running it over and over, sliding her hooves through the lush strands of his hair, each run seemingly longer than the last.
  1099. >"This shampoo is special and magic. Get your mane to a better length for you. I never understood ponies who wanted their fillies with short hair. This young, girls should have long flowy manes like a doll. Would you like that Snowy? Will you be my pretty doll?"
  1100.  
  1101. >The colt can only purr in pleasure as she reaches up behind his ears, scratching and rubbing the shampoo in, before taking whats left of it in her hooves and repeating the process on his short tail.
  1102. >He shivers suddenly as she pours a pitcher of colder water from the sink over him, washing the shampoo away and leaving him cold in the tub, suddenly far more awake. Looking down he see's that his mane has easily doubled in length, now extending past his shoulders with ease. Moreover its silky and soft, lush, almost glowing with health, the sweet scent of flowers filling his nostrils.
  1103. >His aunt continues the bath till he's all nice and clean, before hitting the stop on the drain, letting the water flow away slowly, till Snowflake is standing in the icy porcelain tub naked, shivvering further in the cold air. Rose leans over wrapping him in a big soft fluffy towel, the white fabric covering him completely, blinding him as she begins to rub him dry, going over his coat and tail, down his legs, one, two, three, four, and finally coming to his mane, brushing the towel over his head with loving back and forth movements, before pulling it over his head in a swift motion.
  1104. >"Where's the pony!" she says, suddenly appearing as the veil is taken away, making Snowy giggle in surprise before she lowers the towel again, cutting off his aunt from sight.
  1105. >"Where's the pony? There she is!" she raises the towel again, causing the clean little foal to giggle uncontrollably, not entirely sure why he's doing so, but having little time to consider it as she lowers the towel a third time.
  1106. >"Wheeeeeeeere's my clean little filly? Could she be over here?" his aunt says, as he hears the sound of the cabinet opening.
  1107. >"Or maybe up here." she says opening the medicine cabinet.
  1108. >"I'm over here!" the snow-maned colt yelps happily, all sorts of foalish feelings rushing through him, making him feel all cute and soft and loved.
  1109.  
  1110. >"Hmm....I wonder where she could have gone. Maaaaaaybe, here!!?" Auntie Rose says lifting the toilet seat suddenly.
  1111. >"I'm over here Auntie Rose!"
  1112. >"Where?"
  1113. >"Under the towel!"
  1114. >"The towel?" she says lifting the towel for the third time with a swift motion. "Who put you there?"
  1115. >"You did!"
  1116. >"I did? Well that doesn't sound like me at all." she says, wrapping Snow up in the cozy towel and carrying her through the house, letting her snuggle into her chest, pulling the towel over her like a blanket. The excitement of the game only reminds the pony of her previous weariness, and her eyes are closed, once-again barely conscious, as she once again feels herself being laid on the soft plastic of the changing table.
  1117. >He feels his aunt grip both his back legs with one hoof, holding them up as she carefully lowers another soft pink diaper under him, coating him with sweet-smelling foal powder.
  1118. >"Sweetie, I don't want you getting up during the night, or waking up too much now, so I'm just going to put your medicine in your bottle, okay?"
  1119. >The foalish pony just groans a half-responsive uncomprehending answer, as Rose beams, taping him up. He feels her walking away, her heavy hoofprints on the carpet his only sensation, before she returns from the wardrobe.
  1120. >His eyes flicker open for but a second, seeing the yellow hoofie pajamas she's holding, which she slowly but carefully puts him into, first carefully feeding in his legs, then gently raising his back so she can pull the zipper done.
  1121. >"There we go. All nice and snuggly for bedtime. You stay right here, I'm going to go get your bottle. Don't move."
  1122.  
  1123. >Snowy curls up on the changing table, gripping the mat and pulling it over him like a blankie as he feels the electical static of the hoofie's rubbing cozily against him in all the right places. He sighs with pleasure, just barely on the border of dreamland when Auntie Rose walks back in, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a long T-shirt, her mane gently wet. She must have taken a quick shower.
  1124. >She holds her hoof over her mouth, stifling a giggle at the silly position of the poor colt.
  1125. >"Poor thing's all tuckered out. Come on, up we go." Rosie says, lifting the colt up and folding him onto her chest, carefully holding the bottle of warm formula in her other hoof as she walks into the living room, sitting down in a big soft recliner, listening to his breathing as she feels it through her chest, the waves echoing on the shore in the distance. This was always the best part she thought. When her little colts were just starting to figure out who they were and what they really enjoyed, but before they've come to fully give up their coltish ickyness or grow'd up aspirations. She sighs, holding him against her chest as she lowers the bottle to his waiting lips, holding up his head with his new longer mane trailing down his back, keeping him level as he begins to instinctively suckle down the formula. Barely even awake, his drinking keep pace with his breathing, the soft oceanic wind outside gently tickling the blinds, furnishing the growing filly's dreams with thoughts of giant fish and far off isles.
  1126. >As the bottle empties she feels a slight warmth beginning to emanate from Snowy's padded bottom, her hoof over his front. She feels, pushing slightly, deciding the diaper he's wearing will last him till morning and then some.
  1127. >The second day was always the strangest. Her magic medicine always did the strangest things, and no two little angels were ever exactly alike. Oh well, he'll manage, and it'll all be alright in the end.
  1128.  
  1129. >"Come on little one, off to dreamland. Off to see little warm bunnies, and candy-cane trees, and rivers of warm milk. A vessel of cookie-dough to take you away, to meet a charming young prince. Long pretty dresses and no worries at all, off to the land of foalish delight."
  1130. >She lightly sing-songs, carrying Snowy to bed, hugging her tight, causing her to squirm softly, smacking her lips together in want, which Rose quickly satisfies, filling them with the rubber-end of Snowy's pink paci, laying her into the cradle.
  1131. >She gently tucks him in, pulling the blankies over him and kissing him goodnight, the sweet sounds of his suckling the only noise in the house as Auntie Rose heads off to dreamland herself.
  1132.  
  1133. >Little Snowy awakens slowly alone in her crib, blinking her eyes awake, her hoof in her mouth. Her pink blankie is laying halfway across her as sunlight just barely peeps in through the closed blinds. She yawns, stretching out her fuzzy-coated arms and legs, smacking her mouth.
  1134. >She snuggles back into her blankie, pulling it back over her, her half-conscious mind deciding now isn't the right time to wake up just yet. She spots her paci and reaches her, putting it in her mouth and suckling with contentment, enjoying the feeling of her whole body being wrapped tight in fuzzy warmth.
  1135. >No sooner has she decided to go back to sleep, then does she hear the bars being lowered, gentle nudging on her shoulder.
  1136. >"Wake up little one, come on. Time for all good little fillies to rise and shine."
  1137. >Snowy just kicks her leg, groaning in response.
  1138. >Rose just leans over the crib, gently petting Snow's long mane as she tries to go back to sleep, reaching over and kissing her on the edge of her each, before whispering.
  1139. >"I guess somepony doesn't want to go to the beach today."
  1140. >Like a rocket, the little foal rises to her hooves, turning around and facing her aunt, wide-awake, dropping her paci.
  1141. >"We're gowen to the beach? Weally?" she says excitedly, suddenly stopping and putting her hoof over her mouth. Smacking her lips, she tries talking again as Rose just looks on bemused.
  1142. >"Was wong with my voice?" she speaks in an adorable infantile lisp.
  1143. >"Nothing's wrong with it darling, thats how all little ones are supposed to sound. They're not supposed to sound out all those big hard words yet."
  1144. >"We're not?" she says, turning her head in surprise.
  1145. >"Nope!" she says, rubbing Snowy's mane.
  1146. >"Now, is somepony wet?"
  1147. >Snowy looks at her auntie curiously. Through the thick diaper, she can't even tell, but is quite confident in her locus of control.
  1148.  
  1149. >"No auntie Wose, I'm drwy."
  1150. >"Oh really?" she says, pulling down the zipper on Snowy's onesie, pulling it off and setting her hoof under the pony, pushing at the sagging garment.
  1151. >"Somepony is a bad liaaaaaaaaaar." she says, picking up the foal and covering her in kisses on her face, making her erupt into a giggly-fit, as the two of them walk through the house into the kitchen.
  1152. >"Awen't you going to change me?" she says looking up at her auntie as she's carried through.
  1153. >"Hmm? No not yet sweetheart, this one will hold alot more, trust me. I'll change you before we leave, promise." she says, turning around, giving Snowy her first view of the kitchen since last night. No wonder she didn't turn all the lights on.
  1154. >Sitting in the living room, near the TV, was a big playpen, filled with dolls and toys and blankets. In the kitchen was a new yellow and white highchair with a white tray.
  1155. >Rosie approaches the playpen, setting Snowy down into her, making her squish slightly as her bottom pushes up against her, before reaching over and grabbing the TV remote, turning on a cartoon that teaches ponies the numbers and letters.
  1156. >"Now I'm going to go make breakfast, you just enjoy the program honey, okay?"
  1157. >"But this is a baby's show!"
  1158. >"Silly Snowy, you are a baby, remember?" she says, kissing her on the head as she heads into the kitchen to start making some eggs [which I do not care if ponies do not eat, they do not. Eggs are fucking delicious].
  1159. >"Oh yeah." she lisps foalishly as she turns her attention back to the cartoon. At first she just watches it bored, but as the show continues she gradually becomes enthralled, bouncing upon her padded butt while pointing at the screen and loudly agreeing with whatever nonsense the characters were saying.
  1160.  
  1161. >"And what number is this? Is it seven?"
  1162. >"NO!" Snowy shouts, "Das a nine!"
  1163. >"Is this a seven?" the purple bear asks pointing at the number 5.
  1164. >"NO! Silly bear, das a five!" she says, giggling like crazy.
  1165. >"Is this a seven?" the bear asks, pointing at the number seven.
  1166. >"Yeah! Das a seven!"
  1167. >"It is? Are you sure?" the bear asks, standing hands on his waist, seeming to stare straight at Snowy.
  1168. >"Yeah! Das a seven!"
  1169. >"You're right! Good job!"
  1170. >Snowy erupts into an absolute fit, kicking her legs with joy, hardly even noticing as her aunt returns, watching with her until she calms down.
  1171. >"Time for breakfast little filly!~" she sing-songs, picking Snow up as she continues to stare at the screen as she is put into the highchair and a plate of eggs is set before her, along with a sippy cup of apple-juice.
  1172. >"Can you eat on your own, or do you want me to help you?"
  1173. >"I can do it." Snow says, picking up the fork and trying to scoop some eggs, failing miserably as they keep falling off.
  1174. >"Hmmf" she says, turning for a more stabby approach, clinging against the plate in frustration.
  1175. >Finally she picks up a piece of egg, pulling it closer to her open mouth, before the egg falls from it to the floor, the fork still moving closer stabbing her in the cheek, making her tear up.
  1176. >Rose just watches the display with pity. Poor dears always so tough to teach them to let others do these things for them.
  1177. >"Do you want me to feed you honey?"
  1178. >"Mmmhmm." Snow says nodding in shame.
  1179. >"There there, no reason to cry. Some fillies just take a little longer is all." she says, picking up the eggs and beginning to scoop them into Snow's mouth.
  1180. >"Here comes the big scary dragon." she says, zooming the fork around, Snowy following it with her eyes as Rose makes wing-flapping noises, before she suddenly and expertly pops it into her mouth, leaving the filly beaming.
  1181.  
  1182. >Snowy enjoys the cheesy taste of the eggs as it slides down her throat, smacking her lips together as she feels her throat start to go dry. >She picks up the juice cup, drinking the sweet-tasting apple juice down, before feeling a weird rumbling in her tummy.
  1183. >"Silly tummy, we's already eating!" she thinks to herself, drinking down the applejuice, lowering to the table as she feels her belly roll weird, before suddenly it happens.
  1184. >A warm wet mess pours from her, almost without warning, flooding her sagging wet diaper, filling it out and making it expand, the smell immediately obvious.
  1185. >She closes her eyes, grunting as she feels more coming, letting it all empty out, filling her pants without a care in the world, till at last she feels herself empty, opening her glistening eyes with a happy sigh.
  1186. >"All done?" Rose asks as she opens her eyes, smiling.
  1187. >"Uh huh!" she giggless.
  1188. >"Made a stinky!"
  1189. >"You sure did honey. Come on, you pushing things out isn't making it any easier to fill your tummy, open wide."
  1190. >Snowy opens her mouth, finishing the rest of her eggs as she sat in her second mess. It felt warm and mushy, which she didn't think was too bad of a thing.
  1191. >Rose pulls up the tray, picking up the filly in her hooves and supporting her messy seat as they walk, causing the goop to move around a bit as they reach the nursery.
  1192. >Snowy snuggles her head, smiling as she's once again seated upon the plastic changing mat upon the table, Rose looking down at her with big blue eyes full of love.
  1193. >"Legs up" she says, undoing the tapes, doing an exaggerated look-away, making a blegh sound.
  1194. >"Woo-eee! What is that? Hayburgers? Somepony made a big mess of their dinner last night didn't they. It wasn't you was it?" she says, looking at her like she was interrogating Snowy.
  1195.  
  1196. >"Maaybe." the foal says, giggling.
  1197. >"Well I sure hope they catch whoever it was, leaving messes like this for me to clean up, making my little angel all uncomfortable." Rose says sympathetically, untaping her and pulling off the messy diaper, tossing it in the nearby trash, before lovingly wiping her down with a considerable quantity of wet-wipes.
  1198. >Snow looks over, turning her head in surprise, as her auntie reaches under the table, pulling out a big strange-looking blue diapey, unfolding it and moving to slide it under her. She reacts immediately kicking her legs and going "No! No No No!"
  1199. >"Why so fussy little one? We have to clean you up, we don't want any accidents on the carpet do we?"
  1200. >"I wan da pink won!" she says, doing puppy dog eyes and crossing her hooves.
  1201. >"Oh? Well I'm sorry sweetie, but this is a swim diaper, and I could only find them in blue."
  1202. >"I wan it in pink!" she complains.
  1203. >"Listen, do you want to be able to go swimming today?"
  1204. >"Yeees." Snow says, hiding her face a bit behind her hooves.
  1205. >"And do you think the nice people at the beach will let a little filly like you in the water without a diapey?"
  1206. >"Yes!" she says excitedly, raising her head.
  1207. >Rose just stares at her waiting for her to tell the truth.
  1208. >"Noooo."
  1209. >"So how about this. You let me put this on now, and later, when we're done swimming, I'll put you back in a pink one. How's that sound?"
  1210. >"Okaaay." she says, letting Rose reach under her and slip the blue swim-diaper onto her, taping it up soundly and making sure its secure, helping the filly to a seated position as she goes back to the wardrobe.
  1211. >"Somepony is going to love what I picked out for her at the store the other day." Rose says excitedly, doing a little song and dance of hiding the outfit behind her back.
  1212. >"What is it?" Snowy says, seated in just her large swimdiaper upon the changing table.
  1213. >Rose pulls the garment from behind her back, holding up the light blue one-piece swimsuit, styled to look like a onesie.
  1214.  
  1215. >Snowy looks at it in happy awe, noticing the glimmering sparkly material it seems to be made of, and the built-in lifejacket it seems to have.
  1216. >"I think somepony likes it. And see, now its a good thing you're not in the pink, this one watches your didees, yes it does!" Auntie Rose says, putting the swimsuit on, firmly attaching it and zipping it up, not wanting to risk the little filly drowning.
  1217. >"Oh! And one more thing!" she says, reaching into the wardrobe and pulling out a pair and cute little swimshoes, pulling them up Snowy's backhooves, before picking up Snow, holding her in front of the mirror, letting the foal just gasp in amazement at her own appearance.
  1218. >She's smaller than yesterday, just barely though, with long white hair going down her back, and big pretty blue eyes. Her onesie-bathing suit sparkles in light blue, with little sky-blue ruffles along the ends of the arms, which form into short sleeves. On her little hoovsies are swimshoes to keep her hooves safe from the hot sand, and around her waist is a very thick swimdiaper, comforting her with the knowledge that she doesn't have to worry about anything at all while playing.
  1219. >"I wook adowable!" she says excitedly, kicking her legs as she's held, flinching as Rose kisses her again on the cheek.
  1220. >"You sure do dear. Now, who wants to go to the beach?"
  1221. >"I do I do!"
  1222. >"Can you walk?"
  1223. >"Uh huh!" she says, already running in midair as Auntie Rose sets her down, letting her waddle her way out of the nursery and down the hall.
  1224. >"Awen't you coming?" she says, peaking her head back into the room.
  1225. >The pleased aunt just grabs a few necessities and follows out of the nursery, ready for their big day at the beach.
  1226.  
  1227. ###########
  1228.  
  1229. ponesquared
  1230.  
  1231. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/22123784/#22156030
  1232.  
  1233. “Thank you again so much!” the unicorn replied as he was lead into the guest bedroom.
  1234. >Braeburn happened to be the only stallion in town kind enough of him.
  1235. >The unicorn had arrived in Appaloosa earlier that day.
  1236. >He was a traveling sales pony, just passing through town and needed to rest.
  1237. >However he had been unfortunate enough to end up in town when no rooms were available.
  1238. >The poor unicorn had been asking around all day long.
  1239. >Brae was the first to even consider it apparently.
  1240. >The unicorn even offered to pay for the stay.
  1241. >Braeburn was kind enough to let him stay free of charge.
  1242. >The brown coated and golden mane unicorn gave off the right vibe to Brae.
  1243. >The unicorn seemed like he had plenty of life experiences and was a kind soul.
  1244. >That was good enough for the farm stallion.
  1245. “I promise I will be out first thing in the morning,” the sales pony reassured.
  1246. “I reckon it wouldn’t be too much a hassle to have ya fo’ breakfast though,” Braeburn said as he left the guest for the night. “Sleep well!”
  1247. >Braeburn returned to the hallway of his home.
  1248. >He was about to head up to his room and turn in himself for the night.
  1249. >But he noticed the unicorn had left his bag by the front door.
  1250. >Now common courtesy would dictate that Braeburn bring the bag to his guest.
  1251. >As he approached though he began to realize how little he knew about his guest.
  1252. >Surely it couldn’t hurt to take a peak.
  1253. >Brae made quick work in his “investigating.”
  1254. >The contents seemed pretty run of the mill.
  1255. >Clothes, several bottles of tonic the pony was selling, etc.
  1256. >Brae was about to give up when his eye caught something.
  1257. >A sleek white surface with an apple design over it.
  1258. >Braeburn retrieved the item from the bag to find it was… a diaper?
  1259.  
  1260. >This had to be some kind of fate for him.
  1261. >He had his own stash of diapers up in his room that he used for fun.
  1262. >But they were all just plain white.
  1263. >This one had a special design and looked reusable.
  1264. >It was meant for him!
  1265. >Before he had the chance to change his mind, Braeburn was trotting upstairs with the diaper in his mouth.
  1266. >Braeburn locked the door behind him before unfolding the diaper.
  1267. >He was a bit disappointed that it was a pull up.
  1268. >Brae kind of like pulling tabs on his diapers.
  1269. >He wiggled his legs through the holes.
  1270. >At first it looked like diaper was going to be loose on him.
  1271. >But as he pulled it around his waist it seemed to tighten up to fit him.
  1272. >It felt nice and secure on him.
  1273. >He gave a smile as he rubbed his hoof on his crotch.
  1274. >Brae was already becoming aroused by the diaper.
  1275. >This usually happened to him when he first put them on.
  1276. >Usually he would tease his arousal out so he could enjoy his diaper longer.
  1277. >But tonight was different for him.
  1278. >And something about this diaper just made him hornier than ever.
  1279. >Braeburn rubbed away on his diaper as it was the only way to stroke himself with the layer of padding.
  1280. >This was going to be his fastest orgasm yet.
  1281. >The idea of wearing a diaper that didn’t belong to him excited him so much!
  1282. >With a soft groan he released, cum filling the diaper.
  1283. >Good thing it was designed to catch fluids.
  1284. >Braeburn lay back and sighed.
  1285. >But for some reason, his erection wouldn’t go away.
  1286.  
  1287. >Braeburn wasn’t too worried though.
  1288. >After a bit he had built up the strength to go again.
  1289. >His stroking began again.
  1290. >It became more difficult this time since he had only just released a bit earlier.
  1291. >Again, not to mention the difficulty of trying to masturbate through padding.
  1292. >This time was less enjoyable though.
  1293. >It felt more like going though the motions for Braeburn.
  1294. >Like he was being forced to do this rather than enjoy it.
  1295. >His stroking got vigorous as he near his second climax.
  1296. >Brae came in the diaper again and fell back on the floor in his exhaustion.
  1297. >He lay for a bit, almost falling asleep.
  1298. >But his erection stayed up!
  1299. >He ignored it this time and climbed into his bed.
  1300. >Hopefully it would just go away soon and he could fall asleep.
  1301. >Braeburn tossed and turned in his bed for what felt like an hour.
  1302. >His erection wouldn’t go away, and even though he wasn’t trying to orgasm, it felt like he was going to.
  1303. >Braeburn climbed out of the bed and tried to remove the diaper.
  1304. >Hopefully getting it off would let his cock relax.
  1305. >But as he tried to pull the diaper down, the waist seemed to tighten around him.
  1306. >He tugged harder and the diaper wouldn’t come off.
  1307. >He fell to all fours and moaned out as he orgasmed in the diaper again.
  1308. “Oh no,” he said to himself.
  1309. >He had no choice.
  1310. >Braeburn had to ask the sales pony for help.
  1311.  
  1312. >Braeburn walked down the stairs, shame all over his face as he reached the guest bedroom.
  1313. >He knocked on the door and rustling could be heard with in.
  1314. “Is everything alright?” the sales pony asked as he opened the door.
  1315. >It took him a moment to see the diaper Braeburn wore.
  1316. “Where did you get that?” he asked in a stern voice.
  1317. “Your bag,” Braeburn admitted.
  1318. >The sales pony shook his head and walked towards the front door.
  1319. “Wait in the room please,” the unicorn said.
  1320. >Braeburn entered the small room and could hear the sales pony rummaging through the bag by the front door.
  1321. >His mind raced with what would happen next.
  1322. >Would the unicorn go to the sheriff with this?
  1323. >Then every pony in town would know he liked wearing diapers.
  1324. >His stomach turned as he thought about it.
  1325. >The instant this was done he would beg for forgiveness and do anything for the sales pony.
  1326. >He returned to the room with Braeburn a few moments later.
  1327. >His horn was glowing though Brae could not see anything he was levitating.
  1328. “I hope you realize how wrong it is to take things that don’t belong to you,” he said.
  1329. >Braeburn frantically nodded as he could feel himself nearing climax again.
  1330. >He wanted this diaper off now!
  1331. “Good, but I want to make sure you never make this mistake with other ponies every again.”
  1332. >A long coil of rope and a bright red ball gag levitated out from behind the unicorn.
  1333. >Braeburn had barely processed what he had just seen before he was hogtied on the floor.
  1334. >The ball gag stuffed in his mouth and fastened quickly to silence any protesting.
  1335. “Mmmph?” Braeburn exclaimed.
  1336. “You just stay there for the night,” the unicorn said with a smirk. “I’ll take the master bedroom tonight. In the morning we’ll check on your progress. Enjoy your cum filled diaper, foal.”
  1337. >Braeburn screamed into his gag and struggled against the ropes with no luck.
  1338. >As the door shut with a click, Braeburn came in his diaper again.
  1339. THE END
  1340.  
  1341. ###########
  1342.  
  1343. Bored Writefag
  1344.  
  1345. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/22123784/#22173876
  1346.  
  1347. >You awake suddenly your head shooting up from the pillow underneath.
  1348. >The room around you is almost pitch black, but you have that feeling of waking up where you didn’t fall asleep.
  1349. >You try to remember something, anything, but all you can think of is a cloudy image of a mysterious mare.
  1350. >For some reason the room is warm, definitely warmer than your room.
  1351. >The bed underneath you feels soft and a fuzzy blanket entangling you.
  1352. >You tended to toss and turn in your sleep so the blanket wasn’t surprising, but you know for a fact you don’t own something this fuzzy and warm.
  1353. >It feels nice
  1354. >You need to find out what is going on
  1355. >You attempt to get up but your body is refusing, your muscles grow weak under the grasp of gravity as your head falls to the pillow.
  1356. >You don’t even feel tired, but for some reason you can’t even imagine leaving the comfort of your bed.
  1357. >The warmth is nice.
  1358. >You slowly drift off slowly, making a small note of the increased warmth between your legs, but that doesn’t matter.
  1359. >All that matters is the warm fuzzy darkness that over takes your mind as you fall to sleep.
  1360. >That and the calming melody you just noticed in the background.
  1361.  
  1362. >”Awwww did someone have an accident?” a feminine sing-songy voice says.
  1363. >Your eyes snap open to see a dark blue blob over you.
  1364. >You shut your eyes close again as the light burns your eyes and you attempt to cover your face.
  1365. >Gathering your bearings you finally take notice that the warmth in between your legs from earlier is now cold, soggy, and squishy.
  1366. >Soggy and squishy?
  1367. >You realize that you are wearing soiled diapers.
  1368. >Your face burns up as you are now in a wet diaper while a mare mocks you from above.
  1369. >Instinctively covering your shame you open your eyes again to try and question the mare on why she was in your home.
  1370. >Unfortunately the words seemed to have lost their way out of your mouth and nothing came out.
  1371. >The blue mare over you seems to know what is wrong and questions.
  1372. >”What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
  1373. >You just stare at the blue mare that you’ve identified as a unicorn while you hoof around for the blanket from earlier to cover your shame.
  1374. >Before you see a glow cover her horn and you feel weightless as you are lifted into the air.
  1375. >Struggling you try and break free of the mare’s magic grasp
  1376. >”Stop struggling or you’ll get a diapee rash~” you here her mocking tone.
  1377. >This only causes you to struggle more the now urine soaked diaper squishing against your genitals.
  1378. >The mare is unamused at your struggling
  1379. >”If you don’t stop I’ll have give you spankys.”
  1380. >You weren’t the most well behaved as a colt, so you have had plenty of spankings before.
  1381. >But for some reason you, even now as a full grown stallion who has been hurt in worse ways then simple spankings, is suddenly terrified of the idea of spankys.
  1382. >Did you seriously just say spankys in your head?
  1383. >Your contemplation is cut short when you feel yourself set down on a plastic padded table.
  1384. >You take the moment to take in your surroundings.
  1385.  
  1386. >The walls are painted an almost disgustingly amount of pink with flowers bordering the ceiling.
  1387. >The bed you were previously in turned out to be a large crib, like a full grown pony could fit in big.
  1388. >The blanket you were clutching was also a matching garish pink to the walls.
  1389. >Nearby the crib was a playpen that held more stuffed animals than you have ever seen.
  1390. >Lastly there was a closet that the mare was digging through while you rested on the table.
  1391. >Why were you just sitting on the table anyway?
  1392. >You try to sit yourself up only to find yourself collapsing under your own weight.
  1393. >You know for a fact you weren’t that out of shape, but for some reason you aren’t able to do much more than struggle even more in your wet diapee
  1394. >What?
  1395. >You are brought out of your thoughts by the mystery mare who brings out a large bag and setting it next to the table while humming a strangely familiar song.
  1396. >Your struggles stop at the song, you almost instantly feel calm as she starts digging through her bag.
  1397. >”Poor baby” She coos, “We need to get you into a fresh diaper before it gets any worse~”.
  1398. >Wait what?
  1399. >You don’t want to be in another diaper!
  1400. >The struggling continues regardless of the calm humming, you begin to actually make progress as you are almost up onto your soggy flank.
  1401. >Until you hear the tall tale sound of magic and you are dragged back down onto your back and your forehooves are restrained.
  1402. >”What did I tell you?” The mare states, clearly not amused at your struggling.
  1403. >You start to panic as you try to form words, any words, anything to stop this crazy bitch!
  1404. “Sta- St- Sto-“
  1405. >Your word is now cut off by a foreign object shoved into your mouth, then you feel some kind of strap go around your head.
  1406. >”You’re a smart little filly aren’t ya? But we can’t get ahead of ourselves, just enjoy your baba while mama works~”
  1407.  
  1408. >Mama? Filly?
  1409. “Mmmfph.”
  1410. >Your voice is drowned out by what you can only assume is a pacifier strapped into your mouth.
  1411. >The mare giggles as she starts to remove your dirty diaper before throwing it into a trash bin next to the table.
  1412. >You just noticed that all the struggling you did made yourself erect.
  1413. >You try to cover your rod with your hind legs only for mama to pry them apart with her magic.
  1414. >”Looks like someone is excited” she says in between the giggles.
  1415. >You don’t know why she makes you suddenly self-conscious about your penis.
  1416. >You’re not completely sure why it was average…
  1417. >The mare takes out a wet cloth before she begins to rub your private areas as you shiver, at the cold or in arousal you’re not sure.
  1418. >She starts by wiping your ass and getting too far for comfort between your checks before moving up to your rod.
  1419. >She begins to softly wipe your balls, the gentle touch of her magic making sure it wasn’t to firm until she decided to move upwards.
  1420. >Taking her time she rubs up and down your shaft painfully slow before massaging the tip making sure to remove any trace of urine.
  1421. >And before you can even begin to think about the last time you got relief, it’s over.
  1422. >She pulls the rag away and you attempt to thrust your hips and groan in disappointment.
  1423. >Laughing she says “Calm down filly, you’ll get to have fun eventually~” enigmatically.
  1424. >Throwing away the disposable rag she brings up her next tools, two bottles.
  1425. >She starts by magicing one of the bottles to your crotch and squirting out a cool cream out and onto you.
  1426. >Her magic begins by firmly rubbing your ass with it before moving onto your balls with a much firmer massage.
  1427. >Then she moves up to your cock.
  1428.  
  1429. >Oooooh Celestia she it spreads all around your shaft and the magic begins to rub it all over.
  1430. >It’s like what you did in highschool with tissue except it’s everywhere and all moving in different directions all at once all over your penis.
  1431. >Groaning at the familiar feeling in your groin you once again attempt to thrust before you are shoved down and restrained by magic once again.
  1432. >The mare just settles for glaring at you and you get the message.
  1433. >You just sit there, unconsciously sucking on your baba while you are edged closer and closer to the limit.
  1434. >You resist thrusting as you are almost completely to the edge, only for it to stop suddenly.
  1435. >You lift your head looking at the blue mare with a pleading look only to get the response.
  1436. >”Only good little filly’s get rewards.”
  1437. >You are about to try and tell the crazy mare once again you are not a filly, but realize it would be fruitless with the pacifier in your mouth.
  1438. >That you are still sucking for some reason.
  1439. >Even when you try, you just can’t seem to stop.
  1440. >Like an alcoholic or something.
  1441. >You were so distracted you didn’t even notice the powder that she spread all over your crotch before taking out another diapee and unfolding it.
  1442. >Your legs are raised as she slides the plastic padding underneath you.
  1443. >”You really wet a lot last time” she says off handedly
  1444. >Your face heats up again at the reminder
  1445. >”So I’m going to use a thicker padded diapee, just for you~” she says in a sing-song voice.
  1446. >Before you can even object she brings down your butt onto the soft padding before she begins wrapping it around the front of your waste.
  1447. >Your hind legs are forced to be spread apart by the padding which is strange with how small it looked earlier.
  1448. >But there is one thing that you can’t over look.
  1449. >Your penis is uncomfortably positioned as your diapee bulges in the front.
  1450. >Any movement you attempt to make only excites it more as you fruitlessly try to make your erection go down.
  1451.  
  1452. >Your captor smiles as she gives your groin a small rub through your diapee.
  1453. >You groan and buck a bit at the stimulation but are unable to satisfy your primal need as she makes sure you don’t get any more pleasure than she deems necessary.
  1454. >She suddenly stops, hoof dead center on your rod, pushing the puffy material into your begging erection.
  1455. >You try to contain yourself for mama like a good little filly would
  1456. >What?
  1457. >Before you can even comprehend what you thought your mama makes a tsk.
  1458. >”Hmm, this will might make a mess if you need to go peepee, we can’t have that?”
  1459. >She continues to look at your crotch contemplatively.
  1460. >You feel the heat in your face as she can surely feel the twitching of your needy cock through the diapee.
  1461. >Before you can even try to offer the solution you so desperately desire she had already made up your mind.
  1462. >”I guess we could always just wait to see if it goes away, if not I think I may have a solution.”
  1463. >You try to hide your face in embarrassment as she picks your horny tush off the table with the familiar glow of her magic.
  1464. >You don’t even struggle instead just attempting to hide your face from this crazy mare.
  1465. >You do jump a bit when you feel her magic pull your tail out of a hole in the back of your diapee.
  1466. >She floats you over to the playpen and sets you down with an audible pomf of the diaper.
  1467. >You continue to suck on your baba as she turns her back to go and put the items she took out back in there place.
  1468. >You still have no idea what is happening
  1469. >Who is this mare?
  1470. >Why is she treating you like a little filly, diapee and all?
  1471. >And why the buck can you not stop sucking this Celestia damned pacifier.
  1472. >As your mind wanders you find yourself unconsciously crawling, yes crawling, towards the stuffed animals.
  1473. >Taking hold of a pink and white dragon out of the pile you hold it tight to your body.
  1474.  
  1475. >Before you even notice what you are doing you here your mama gush
  1476. >”Awwwww I knew you’d like that one~.”
  1477. >You finally register what you are doing and drop the stuffed dragon to your side.
  1478. >Your mama giggles at your actions “Don’t be so embarrassed, it’s normal for filly’s to like pink.”
  1479. >You settle for trying to avoid eye contact knowing your incredible speech skills won’t aid you in this situation.
  1480. >That was a mistake.
  1481. >When you finally notice the mare she is holding a bright yellow cloth with in her mouth as you begin to feel the all too familiar weightless feeling.
  1482. >You try to struggle in vain not wanting to go through anymore Tartarus this mare will surely bring.
  1483. >Floating you up she holds you upwards.
  1484. >”Hooves up.” She commands
  1485. >And what surprises you is you comply with no complaint.
  1486. >You didn’t even think.
  1487. >As soon as she said it your hooves were in the air.
  1488. >You start suckling harder on your pacifier more as she brings her cloth, which you have identified as a onesie, towards you.
  1489. >You can’t even think of struggling as she slips the yellow garment over your body.
  1490. >She buttons the bottom part, the diapee still bulging out of the sides.
  1491. >The rims of each hole were pink and the center of your tummy was a small emblem of light pink butterflies, and the short sleeves were puffed out.
  1492. >”I borrowed this from a friend, and I have to say it fits perfectly.” Mama giggles.
  1493. >Your hands are still stuck in the air and you are trapped in silent horror as your mama slips you into baby cloths and pulls your tail through a hole in the back.
  1494. >Finishing the buttoning she brings you over the closet where you find a full length mirror to see your full shame.
  1495. >”Don’t you look adorable~” mama coos.
  1496. >The worst part about the whole thing is you still have a raging hard on that doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.
  1497. >You are floated back to the pen and mama gives you a kiss on the forehead before leaving you to play with your toys
  1498.  
  1499. >”Stay here and play for a bit sweety, I need to get something I’ll be back soon.” She says before she leaves the room.
  1500. >You find yourself in control of your fore hooves again as you suddenly bring them to cover what you could trying to cover yourself from the invisible eyes that you could feel there, laughing at you.
  1501. >You soon regain enough sense to do what you should have done earlier.
  1502. >You begin to take off your pacifier gag, only to find every attempt thwarted by your own hooves.
  1503. >It was like trying to pick up a stick of butter with to hot frying pans.
  1504. >Forgoing the pacifier your hooves wander to your crotch in an attempt to unbutton and remove the filly outfit only to find you have the same problem as before.
  1505. >You know that earth ponys normally have trouble with some complex objects, but this type of thing should be foals play to you.
  1506. >You grunt as your attempts to undo the buttoning reminds you of the why boner you sport underneath your foolish attire.
  1507. >If nothing else maybe you should…
  1508. >No that would be disgusting on so many levels.
  1509. >But the more you continue to try and ignore your little buddy while trying to unbutton the stupid bucking button, the more you rub the soft padding against it.
  1510. >Soon you have forgone the button and are trying desperately to rub one out through your own diapee.
  1511. >Your efforts only get you far enough to once again push you to the edge before you are dangling ever closer to release.
  1512. >But it is all for naught as something keeps you from cumming.
  1513. >Soon you are desperately attempting to use both hooves, rubbing in any direction, just trying to get release but it does not work.
  1514. >You try to keep your moans to a minimum as you try and get any form of release before you cave and just lay on your tummy and hump the ground trying to let it all out.
  1515. >You don’t even notice the flash
  1516. >You do however notice the familiar giggling of your mama.
  1517.  
  1518. ###########
  1519.  
  1520. Bored Writefag
  1521.  
  1522. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/22614107/#22615109
  1523.  
  1524. Finally finished that story I lost last time I wrote here.
  1525.  
  1526. >You are Grifanon.
  1527. >And you are laughing your ass off
  1528. >"Keep laughing jerk," Gilda mutters.
  1529. >You could swear you heard her say something else but you were too busy looking for your long lost sides.
  1530. >You just happened to walk into Gilda's home to see if you could get some sugar, but this is what you found.
  1531. >Gilda wearing one of the comically biggest diaper you've ever seen.
  1532. >She looked like a big fledgling.
  1533. >To her credit she stood her ground as you laughed your ass off.
  1534. >You don't know if her face was red because of anger or embarrassment.
  1535. >You try to regain some level of composure, you decide to take in this beautiful moment of weakness Gilda is having.
  1536. >She just stands there glaring down at you, shame her glare couldn't kill you.
  1537. >Her hind legs nervously sway back and forth, emphasized by her padded rear swaying.
  1538. >You decide to break the ice.
  1539. "Does the little hatchling need her baba~?"
  1540. >Okay maybe not the best ice breaker.
  1541. >Gilda's face gets even redder and she tackles your downed form.
  1542. >She lands on top of your stomach, her diaper's padding squishing against you as she begins to smash her balled up claws onto your chest.
  1543. >It doesn't really hurt with the size you have on her.
  1544. >That and her attacks do nothing to stop your laughter.
  1545. >You don't know how long this goes on for but you’re honestly surprised she hasn't gone for the eyes yet.
  1546.  
  1547. >Suddenly you stop laughing.
  1548. >You started to notice a warmness on your stomach and some liquids drip onto you.
  1549. >Gilda seems to have noticed that you stopped laughing and has ceased her attack.
  1550. >She doesn't realize what she did yet, does she?
  1551. "Why is my stomach wet?"
  1552. >Gilda freezes.
  1553. >You see her face turn completely red and you swear you saw tears starting to form before she quickly jumped off you and waddled into another room
  1554. >You sit there stupefied
  1555. >She just wet herself not only in front but on top of you.
  1556. >Fuck that's gross
  1557. >Getting up you try to get as much of Gilda's urine off of you.
  1558. >There is a bit left on the floor, but you can clean that later.
  1559. >You should probably go check on her.
  1560. >Once at the door you find it is locked.
  1561. >Not a problem.
  1562. >Just work a little magic trick a zebra showed you with your claws.
  1563. >Fucking ziggers.
  1564. >Hearing the tale tail click you open the door, only to be met with a face full of pillow.
  1565. "Seriously a pillow?"
  1566. >Gilda responds with a lamp you were fortunately able to dodge.
  1567. "Fucking Tartarus Gilda are you crazy!?"
  1568. >Oh hey a flying night stand.
  1569. >That almost gave you serious head trauma.
  1570. >Yeah this needs to stop now.
  1571.  
  1572. >Using your wings you get up in the air and rush the chick.
  1573. >You tackle her to the ground and hold her arms she just begins to struggle tears forming in her eyes.
  1574. >Fuck if she screams this will not end well for you.
  1575. >You stare directly in your eyes and bring out the stern voice.
  1576. "Gilda. Calm down."
  1577. >Somehow beyond all reason, that works with Gilda of all griffons.
  1578. >You still smell her urine.
  1579. >Thinking fast you quickly scope out the room.
  1580. >Definately Gilda's room if the pictures on the walls and overturned nightstand near the door is any indication.
  1581. >You find a large overnight bag with a plastic package sticking out next to her open closet and an idea comes into your mind.
  1582. >A stupid idea that, unless the gods smile upon you, will never work.
  1583. >You hope that bag has what you think it does.
  1584. >Quickly leaving Gilda the sniveling mess on the floor you rush to the bag and find it.
  1585. >An open package of diapers.
  1586. >There are only 5 or so of the puffy things left.
  1587. >She's been doing this for a while hasn't she?
  1588. >Tossing the bag over your shoulder you speed back to Gilda before she decides to cry or worse; scream.
  1589. >You rush back to Gilda to find her trying desperately to hide her face, her diaper sagging heavily.
  1590. >Cute.
  1591. >Putting the bag down you dig through it, removing the package of diapers, a plastic mat, and a few containers and bottles.
  1592. >You lay out the mat on the floor before you place Gilda on top.
  1593. >She remains silent and submissive but you have no idea how long that will last, so you have to work fast.
  1594.  
  1595. >You quickly remove the soiled diaper before wrapping it in a ball and toss it in a nearby trashcan.
  1596. >Taking the closest container you find it holds wet wipes.
  1597. >Minding your claws you begin cleaning her crotch region.
  1598. >She avoids looking at you but you can tell she still has a heavy blush on her face.
  1599. >Making sure you get up in any nooks and crannies to make sure no urine remains, you finish up cleaning off Gilda.
  1600. >Tossing the dirty wipes, you grab a cloth and some lotion.
  1601. >You put the lotion on the cloth before spreading it over Gilda.
  1602. >You take the last container and spread a liberal amount all over her and unfold the diaper.
  1603. >Seriously this thing is fucking huge.
  1604. >You lift Gilda's bottom and slide the padded undergarment underneath her before gently putting her down onto it.
  1605. >You bring the front up as high as it will go before strapping her tapes together securely.
  1606. >Turning her on her stomach you pull out her tail from the back hole.
  1607. >Lifting her you place her on her bed and admire your work.
  1608. >Guess taking care of your hatchling niece and nephew really did give you good experience.
  1609. >Gilda just stares at you what you only assume is confusion in her eyes.
  1610. >You notice you still have urine on you.
  1611. "Hey Gilda can I use your shower?"
  1612. >Gilda just stares at you, probably still having trouble comprehending what happened.
  1613. "I'll take that as a yes."
  1614. >You leave her to her thoughts as you go to clean yourself.
  1615.  
  1616. And that's all for the first part, any comments, criticisms, or ideas for the rest of the story?
  1617.  
  1618. ###########
  1619.  
  1620. Cigarette Author
  1621.  
  1622. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/22123784/#22210842
  1623.  
  1624. Applejack wears a diaper while selling cider and keeps it hidden under the table.
  1625. As the customers come and go, so does she
  1626.  
  1627. "Back in my day, we just dug holes an' did our business there! Ain't no shame in a farmpony makin' fertilizer fer their crop!" Granny Smith had groused as Applejack packed her supplies for Ponyville's market day.
  1628.  
  1629. Flipping her Stetson onto her head, she'd replied, "You know they outlawed that, Granny. Made the whole town stink. Ah don't exactly like it either, but a mare's gotta do what a mare's gotta do, and if that means trading a little personal dignity for keepin' a roof over her family's head, well, that's a price Ah'm willin' to pay."
  1630.  
  1631. The elder earth pony had merely grunted and limped off.
  1632. Applejack passed another jar of cider across the countertop in exchange for ten bits. The accompanying smile was free of charge. Crinkling sounds emanating from her booth were swallowed by the cacophony of salesponies hawking their wares and the chatter of a thousand intersecting conversations. Legs shifting, relief flooded through the mare before pooling between her thighs in a warmth that was equal parts comfortable and embarrassing.
  1633. As she had hitched herself up to the cart, Applebloom had bounded over. "Gonna sell lots'a cider today?"
  1634.  
  1635. "Yep."
  1636.  
  1637. "Gonna make lots'a bits fer buyin' Granny's hip replacement?"
  1638.  
  1639. "Yep."
  1640.  
  1641. "Gonna bring me back some cupcakes from th' Cakes' bakery?"
  1642.  
  1643. "Yep."
  1644.  
  1645. "Gonna pee yerself?"
  1646.  
  1647. "Ye- hey wait now!" Applejack had yelled, too late to stop the filly's giggles as she dashed away. Burdened as she was with the wares, Applejack gave up the chase before it even began; there would be plenty of time when she got back to deny dessert and assign extra chores, after all.
  1648.  
  1649. Even if it had been a little funny, she was forced to admit after stifling a chuckle.
  1650.  
  1651. (Apparently my attempt at formatting did not agree with 4chan's system, so I'll use asterisks to indicate scene breaks instead)
  1652. ****
  1653. Applejack took another swig from her personal cider jug. The noon sun wasn't unbearable, but it was still hot enough to give her reason to sample the product, as it were. Of course, if she had held off from doing so, maybe the diaper currently between her legs wouldn't be hanging almost to her knees, but that's what it was there for, after all. It was a prime spot, and market rules were quite clear on the matter of where you set up shop; first-come first-serve, and if you leave your place somepony else can take it. If a pony had eyes for it, they could spot the wide-legged stance of those who were truly dedicated to their plot of land. Normally Applejack would have someone she could rotate with, but Granny Smith's arthritis was acting up again, Applebloom had a playdate at Rarity's, and Big Mac...
  1654.  
  1655. ****
  1656.  
  1657. "Got powder and wipes?" he'd said while trotting alongside her towards Ponyville.
  1658.  
  1659. "Yes, *Mom*. Look, Ah know what Ah'm doin', okay?"
  1660.  
  1661. "Got a rash last time."
  1662.  
  1663. She grunted at the reminder. "Which is why Ah have the wipes and powder that you triple-checked for me not ten seconds ago." Letting out a sigh, she added, "Sorry, Mac, yer just tryin' to take care of yer little sister. Ah shouldn't have snapped at you."
  1664.  
  1665. With a smirk, Big Macintosh replied with his trademark, "Eeyup."
  1666.  
  1667. The pair approached a fork in the road. "Well, you be safe yerself, okay? Diamond Dogs might pay well, but they'll nick cider as soon as they'll buy it."
  1668.  
  1669. "Eeyup." And with that said, they'd followed their respective paths.
  1670.  
  1671. The ebb and flow of the market had changed with the arrival of dinner time, and Applejack had taken the opportunity to do much the same. Most of the cider she'd come from home with had travelled to another's, leaving her with only a barrel of by-the-mug and some of the vintages stored in the cellar from last year. She sat down, enjoying the feeling of the diaper's padding acting almost like a pillow as her legs, stiff from standing for hours on end, were given the chance to rest. It was one of her greatest secrets, deeper than even an apple tree's roots and darker than the orchard on a moonless night. A hoof idly rubbed the plastic shell as she thought about how to get a day alone at the stand next month; Granny's knees got sore during the second week of the month like clockwork, and arranging a playdate for Applebloom was easy enough; it was Big Macintosh who posed the real issue. Perhaps it was time for a trip to the city to buy new farm equipment? That would work; there were few things Big Mac would talk at any sort of length about, but putting the words 'Plowmaster' and 'Three-thousand' in the same sentence was one of the magic combinations.
  1672.  
  1673. Applejack smiled in contentment as she let the fresh diaper grow warm and yellow, pleased with her planning, satisfied by the sales, and content with her crinkles.
  1674.  
  1675. ###########
  1676.  
  1677. Lp
  1678.  
  1679. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20549922
  1680.  
  1681. >”How can you go through THESE many diapers!? You’re an irresponsible CHILD!”
  1682. >It was the night before a big gig and Octavia was once again out of diapers.
  1683. >She thought it would be easy enough getting a few from her roommate, Octavia.
  1684. >They were both adult foals. Or, in Octavia’s mind, only one of them was in someway an adult.
  1685. “C’mon, Tavia! I just need one for the show! I can’t perform if I have to constantly be taking bathroom breaks and if I don’t drink water I might pass out. Do you want that!?”
  1686. >”No. But I won’t continue to let your irresponsibility be rewarded. I will not give you another diaper until you have learned a lesson! You have NO CONTROL!”
  1687. >Looks like Octavia was out of luck.
  1688. >Or was she?
  1689. “Hey… ‘Tavia. If you are sure I don’t have any control, wanna make a bet?”
  1690. >”A bet? What kind of bet would I be interested in?”
  1691. “Hehehehe…”
  1692.  
  1693. >A happy Vinyl trotted into the backstage changing room.
  1694. >Before each DJing gig she would come here to get her records organized.
  1695. >And, of course, put on her diaper.
  1696. >She pulled a small canvas bag from her larger gig bag, producing some cream and foal powder.
  1697. >Putting that to the side, she then pulled out the large, fluffy, and crinkly diaper from the bottom.
  1698. >Since she got it from Octavia’s it was a bit more subdued. A light lilac colored panel and dusty pink leak guards.
  1699. >This would usually be all she needed, but this night Vinyl had a bet to win.
  1700. >Hidden in the back of her bag, under some records, was another small locked box.
  1701. >She used her magic to open the box, revealing a blue rubber bag attached to a clear tube and nozzle.
  1702. >Pulling this out, she exposed very large black object.
  1703. “Well, Vinyl, time to win this bet!”
  1704.  
  1705. >Using the sink in the corner of the room, Vinyl filled the rubber bag with warm water.
  1706. >She put some of the cream on the nozzle attached to the long tube.
  1707. “Here we go.”
  1708. >Using her magic, she inserted the nozzle into her rump.
  1709. >Vinyl gasped and shivered, closing her eyes she opened the valve.
  1710. >She felt the warm fluid quickly flow throughout her and fill her entirely.
  1711. >Soon the bag emptied and Vinyl was breathing heavily, the large enema complete.
  1712. >She quickly pulled the nozzle out with a pop and clenched as hard as she could.
  1713. > Shivering and twisting her legs, she again took the cream.
  1714. >This time she applied it the rubbery black and conical plug.
  1715. “Here goes nothing.”
  1716. >With a quick push, Vinyl’s magic began pushing the plug into her clenching hole.
  1717. >She moaned and closed her eyes.
  1718. >The plug was twisting and pushing, but refused to enter.
  1719. “Ah~ I have to get this in or I am gonna lose it all over the floor…”
  1720. >Vinyl mischievously smiled.
  1721.  
  1722. Close...
  1723.  
  1724. >With one quick motion Vinyl pressed her rump firmly against the wall, pinning the plug between her and the unyielding wall.
  1725. >Pushing with her forehooves, she finally began sliding her yielding rump over the massive plug.
  1726. >Her moans threatened to become too loud. Vinyl placed a hoof into her mouth and bit down on it.
  1727. >Finally, right when Vinyl thought she didn’t have any more strength, the plug slid in with a sudden plop.
  1728. “Ah!~”
  1729. >She fell to the floor, panting and flushed.
  1730. >She felt a warm moistness that wasn’t from the enema.
  1731. >No time for that. She was going to be late if she didn’t finish the job.
  1732. >Vinyl again brought the cream, this time applying it to her hooves and rubbing it around her loins and thighs.
  1733. >The plug held firmly in place, unyielding.
  1734. >She again used her magic, this time unfolding the fluffy diaper onto the ground.
  1735. >She sat down on the diaper, being careful to not press the base of the plug against the ground.
  1736. >The foal powder was applied liberally all over herself, the dusty cloud and sweet smell filling the room.
  1737. >The cream and powder applied, she was ready to close up.
  1738. >The tapes were popped and in a well rehearsed routine, and the diaper was snuggly taped.
  1739. “Alright. I’m ready for a show. Octavia is gonna freak when I win!”
  1740.  
  1741. >The lights were shining, the music was pounding, and the ponies on the floor were dancing wildly.
  1742. >Up on stage Vinyl was already onto her third bottle of water.
  1743. >She was sweating fiercely but soon the familiar pressure grew in her bladder.
  1744. >The enema and plug were increasing the pressure on her bladder, making her desperate.
  1745. >She clenched her legs and moved from hoof to hoof.
  1746. >”ALRIGHT EVERYPONY! GET READY!”
  1747. >With a quick hoof movement Vinyl started the next song and cranked up the volume.
  1748. >Pleasure shot through her body as she let her bladder relax.
  1749. >With each enthusiastic movement following the records, her now flowing stream bounced against her fur.
  1750. >The thirsty padding absorbed everything she had, growing swollen and yellow.
  1751. >The pressure in her bladder faded but her urge to expel the enema grew with every movement.
  1752. >Occasional sensual waves shocked her, making her quickly lean forward.
  1753. >She began to pant and pressed a hoof against her now squishy rear.
  1754. >It was all she could do to maintain composure and keep DJing.
  1755. “Ah… I… I don’t think… No! I am gonna win! Only a few more songs!”
  1756. >Vinyl returned to her enthusiastic work, intending to distract herself from her needs.
  1757.  
  1758. >Finally the last song was over and her diaper was entirely soaked.
  1759. >It sagged between her legs, forcing her to waddle widely.
  1760. >Each step caused the plug to push firmly against her tight ring, the mess inside her barely contained.
  1761. >She grew more and more desperate, barely able to resist forcing the plug out and relieving herself into the padding.
  1762. >She knew she had to hurry.
  1763. >Rushing back into her changing room she threw her records into the bag and slung it over her back.
  1764. >Leaving through the back exit, she was almost at the door when a pony trotted in front of her.
  1765. >”Hey, Vinyl! That was an awesome show!”
  1766. “H-hey, thanks kid. But I got- ah!”
  1767. >The pony stepped back at Vinyl’s gasp.
  1768. >The pressure kept growing, pushing the thickness of the plug against her tiring rump.
  1769. >Her bladder had once again filled, but Vinyl couldn’t relieve herself without losing control and having an accident.
  1770. “I gotta go!”
  1771. >The pony stood back, confused. The last thing she saw was the sagging diaper between Vinyl’s legs
  1772.  
  1773. “I-I’m almost there! The look on her face is gonna be g- ungh~!”
  1774. >Every few steps were an agonizing mix of desperation and deep sensations.
  1775. >The plug pushed, her bladder bounced, and her tummy ached.
  1776. >She was there, right there!
  1777. >She reached the door, turning the knob.
  1778. >Except it didn’t turn.
  1779. “Oh no… Unf~!”
  1780. >Vinyl panicked. She threw her bag on the ground, looking desperately through each pocket.
  1781. >She nearly threw the contents of her entire gig bag onto the front yard.
  1782. >This was it. The plug was almost out.
  1783. >With one last clench, Vinyl forced the plug back inside.
  1784. >She furiously beat on the door.
  1785. “OCTAVIA YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! PLEASE!”
  1786. >More sweat dripped down her face. She felt hotter than she did in hottest club she ever attended.
  1787. >Her hooves contorted into a tight bundle.
  1788. >She shoved her free hoof tightly against the plug.
  1789. >She was done. She was going to have an accident on her front porch.
  1790.  
  1791. >Octavia opened the door.
  1792. >She was wearing a slightly wet diaper and still had a pacifier in her mouth.
  1793. >”Octavia? Wha-“
  1794. >A bolt of white fur and blue hair pushed the confused pony to the side.
  1795. >The door slammed shut with a magical burst.
  1796. >Then Octavia saw Vinyl facing away from her.
  1797. >She was on the ground, her forehooves pinned between her body and the floor.
  1798. >The fore hooves were pushed deeply into the squishy sag.
  1799. >Her rear hooves were splayed widely.
  1800. >Then Octavia heard it.
  1801. >A loud pop came from Vinyl’s soggy rear and then the sound of a massive rush filled her expanding diaper.
  1802. >Vinyl gasped and moaned and yelled, shoving her snout between her arm and chest.
  1803. >A brown mess flowed from her now relieved ponut, filling the already soaked diaper even more.
  1804. >Then a thick bulge formed, pushing out her diaper’s rear.
  1805. >Then a loud hiss joined the release, Vinyl’s bladder finally emptying.
  1806. >The diaper held every drop of her release and held the warm mess snuggly against Vinyl’ sensitive self.
  1807. >Vinyl lost the last bit of her control. She had gone over the edge and was cumming.
  1808. >She bucked into her hooves, each thrust moving the squishy mass of the diaper and her mess against herself.
  1809. >Blinding white pleasure overtook her.
  1810. >Her head kicked back, her eyes clenched tight, and she gave one final yell.
  1811. >She spasmed and held her hips firmly against her hooves.
  1812. >After what felt like an eternity to Vinyl, she finally relaxed her muscles and gasped for air.
  1813. >Catching her breath, she couldn’t do anything but enjoy the moment.
  1814. >The warm glow filled her body and she felt more relaxed than she had ever felt before.
  1815. >She then realized it.
  1816. >She had an accident, humped her dirty diaper into her hooves, and came in front of her best friend.
  1817.  
  1818. >The blush of her earlier orgasm became even redder.
  1819. >Vinyl pulled her hooves free and rolled over, the sloshing diaper again rubbing against her sensitive sex.
  1820. >She turned to face Octavia.
  1821. >Octavia just stared.
  1822. >The pacifier, still in her mouth, plopped out and hung from her clip.
  1823. >A loud hissing filled the room.
  1824. >Octavia was wetting her diaper.
  1825. >Soon the two ponies were equally red.
  1826. >The hissing soon faded and Octavia was done, her diaper considerably wetter now.
  1827. >Heavy breathing from both the embarrassed ponies.
  1828. >And then.
  1829. >”You win. I’ll let you use one of my diapers.”
  1830. >Silence.
  1831. >”Um… also, can I try?”
  1832.  
  1833. ###########
  1834.  
  1835. LpJew
  1836.  
  1837. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20587440
  1838.  
  1839. >you are horse called Soarin of the Wonderbolts
  1840. >you have the autism that compels you to wear large adult foal diapers
  1841. >Spitfire gives you a day off and you also have spare bitcoin so you decide to buy some insta delivery diapers
  1842. >you wait eagerly by the door waiting while drinking water that you've lased with laxatives to make today more interesting
  1843. >a few hours pass and you've gone through seven cups of water and the packet of laxatives you bought, it shouldn't backfire right
  1844.  
  1845. >you hear a knocking at the door and open it to see a grey mare with yellow eyes holding a large package
  1846. >"Sign here pls"
  1847. >you take the clipboard and sign it quickly while grabbing the package in your wings and rush inside to reveal what you spent most of your coins on
  1848. >taring the box open with like a foal would of winters eave or what ever the fuck they call it you reveal the boxes content
  1849. >two packets of Lil' Foal diapers, a blue oneise styled like your uniform, a blue pacifier, a bottle and some toys
  1850.  
  1851. "Oh boy, this is going to be better than dicking a pie"
  1852. >you tear open the packet of diapers, grab one and run over to your bed while picking up some foal powder with your wing
  1853. >to pomf onto the bed with the diaper and begin powdering yourself
  1854. >you then snugly fit the diaper and pop off of the bed to find that your legs are more spread far apart from the thickness of the diaper
  1855. >you not this and begin to waddle back to the plain brown box containing the rest of what you bought
  1856. >you pick up the onesie and slide it over your head and the rest of your body
  1857. >you have some trouble fitting it over your massive diaper but you manage it in the end
  1858. >you feel snugly and warm
  1859. >you take the pacifier and place it into your mouth and begin sucking it
  1860. >it feel natural and soothing and you continue to suck
  1861. "I wike dis so faw"
  1862. >you forgot the pacifier you bought also came with a magic spell that forces you to slur your words
  1863. >you also remember that your onesie is also magical in nature as it slightly regresses you a bit to waddle a bit more and you to become slightly incontinent as well as make you sound more baby like and to become slightly weaker not allowing you to fly
  1864. >you tummy begins to rumble
  1865.  
  1866. >itbegins.png
  1867. >you groan out of the discomfort of a whole box of laxatives kicking in
  1868. >you waddle slowly towards your living room while pushing the box with your head
  1869. "Maybwe da hole box of laxatiwves wasnt da bestest idea"
  1870. >you can feel it coming
  1871. >you make it to the living room a staggering few feet away from the door but the journey winded you and you fall down on to your back
  1872. >you feel another massive push as your bowls begin to feel full past it's capacity as it groans again
  1873. >you try and hold it in as the pressure builds up, not only in your bowls but your bladder as well
  1874. >you stand up slowly but with great effort as you feel more and more weak with each passing second as you can barely contain what is about to come
  1875. >you get up but its over, you feel your bowls give a massive push and your tail moves out of the way showing off your big round padded blue flank with yellow thunderbolts down it
  1876.  
  1877. >you let go and feel a massive surge go into your diapers, its so warm and mushy but its only the beginning
  1878. >your back side fills up expanding and heaving your massive fluffy diaper
  1879. >you feel a great relief as the first movement is over
  1880. >you also begin to feel the front of your diaper begin to warm and a quite yet definte noise of hissing
  1881. >you realize that your wetting your diaper
  1882. >the warmness from your rear and the new warmness of your loins make you feel relaxed and comfy like you were a foal again
  1883. >you feel another movement in your bowls but instead of wanting to go against it you let it go as another large warm mass enters your diaper adding to the already sagging diaper while making a large and satisfying blart noise
  1884. >you feel the weight of your rear getting to much for you and you are almost hot under the collar from the warmth of it all
  1885. >you fall down onto your padded rear with a splorch noise
  1886. >you feel almost in an ecstasy as you sit on the warmth of your padded rear
  1887.  
  1888. >you can manage to waddle over to the box after you finish your last moment making your waddle even more exaggerated
  1889. >you pull out the various toys you order and spread them across the floor, you feel enjoyment as you begin making a mass
  1890. >you waddle over and begin playing with the blocks you pulled out and lie on your belly while you play
  1891. >you feel foalhood enjoyment as you arrange the blocks into what ever you feel like as you contiune to mess yourself and relieve yourself while sucking your pacifier
  1892. >you are Soarin
  1893. >a twenty seven year old stallion in an adult diaper playing with foalish toys while messing yourself
  1894. >End
  1895.  
  1896. ###########
  1897.  
  1898. !dETRAiLXL. / Detrail
  1899.  
  1900. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20551592
  1901.  
  1902. >Fed, bathed, changed, and put down for a nap.
  1903. >Mrs. Cake sighed, handing over a pair of sleeping foals to her husband.
  1904. “Are you sure it won’t be a problem, dear?”
  1905. >Mr. Cake collected the twins, making sure not to wake them up.
  1906. >“Not at all, honey. You enjoy your day-off and I will take care of the kids. If you need anything, just let me know.”
  1907. >Mr. Cake kissed his wife and left Sugarcube Corner.
  1908. >Now alone, Mrs. Cake stood still and waited.
  1909. >No crying foals, no chatting customers, no hyperactive pink pony. Silence.
  1910. >Certain that she was alone, Mrs. Cake left the room and proceeded into the kitchen.
  1911. >“It’s finally time to do it. I have been waiting too long.”
  1912. >She placed some milk on the stove and left it to heat as she left the kitchen.
  1913. >A few moments later she returned with a large bottle.
  1914. >Placing it next to the stove, it was evident it was much larger than any of the ones intended for the foals.
  1915. >She picked up the pot and filled the bottle with warm milk, closing the bottle with the nipple.
  1916.  
  1917. >She cradled the large, warm bottle on her back as she made it to the master bedroom.
  1918. >She placed the bottle on the ground and walked over to the closet, pulling out an already open large package.
  1919. “Its been such a long time since we used to do this.”
  1920. >Mrs. Cake recounted the many nights she would spend alongside her husband doing this private thing they loved.
  1921. >She recalled the long nights cuddling, the squishy diapers, and the rhythmic crinkly noise that used to fill their room. All had to be given up when the twins were born.
  1922. >The thoughts of their nights together, diapered under the covers, were enough to excite the mare.
  1923. >She pulled out a large soft crinkly diaper from the packaging.
  1924. >She carefully applied rash cream to herself, making sure her excitement didn’t prematurely peak.
  1925. >Her bottom properly coated, she pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it securely.
  1926. >She slowly pressed down on the soft plastic, causing the diaper to crinkle.
  1927. ”Unf~”
  1928. >Sparks flew through her as her breathing spiked.
  1929. >Panting, she pulled her hoof away and slowly stood up.
  1930. >The sheer bulk of the diaper pushed her legs apart.
  1931. “W-wow... I had almost forgotten.”
  1932. >Afflicted by both the girth of her diaper and the dazed state of her mind, Mrs. Cake waddled towards her bed.
  1933.  
  1934. >Mrs. Cake collapsed onto the bed as soon as she was close enough.
  1935. >She reached a hoof down to the bottle of warm milk waiting for her.
  1936. >Picking it up, she inserted the nipple between her lips and began to suck.
  1937. >Warm milk filled her mouth as she began to swallow.
  1938. >Her mind swam in thoughts of when her husband used to feed her and when she used to feed him.
  1939. >Mrs. Cake sighed, missing the old days.
  1940. “Milk always tastes better when someone else is feeding you...”
  1941. >She pulled her hooves in, her diaper crinkling in response.
  1942. >She could feel the need to go badly.
  1943. >She had been holding it and the addition of the milk made it harder for her to keep from going.
  1944. >Mrs. Cake bit down on the nipple as she exhaled.
  1945. “Ahhhhhh~”
  1946. >Her tense body began to relax, and her full bladder released.
  1947. >Urine began to flow out and became quickly absorbed by the diaper.
  1948. >As her diaper warmed, she relaxed her clenched jaw and returned to sucking on her bottle.
  1949. >With each suck she could feel the torrent of urine flowing into her padding increase, until her diaper was soaked.
  1950. >The warmth of her diaper filled her with pleasure as she continued to suck on her bottle, draining the contents.
  1951.  
  1952. >Letting go of her empty bottle, Mrs. Cake relaxed.
  1953. >Her stomach full and her bladder empty, a feeling of relief filled the mare as she began to press her hoof against her diaper.
  1954. >Feeling the warm diaper she sat up, causing the diaper to squish underneath her.
  1955. >The only thing keeping her from finishing right there was the pressing feeling in her bowels.
  1956. >Grabbing one of her pillows, she braced herself as she began to push.
  1957. >She began to grunt, trying to alleviate the growing pressure.
  1958. >Digging her body deeper into her pillow, she let out one final push.
  1959. >Mrs. Cake’s diaper quickly began to fill with the contents of her bowels.
  1960. >Her diaper crinkled as it expanded to accommodate the mass now filling its seat.
  1961. >Now finished, she looked down at her used diaper.
  1962. >It sagged heavily between her legs.
  1963. >She quickly sat down.
  1964. *Squish*
  1965. >Her mess pressed against her, causing her to writhe in ecstasy.
  1966. >Mrs. Cake positioned her diaper over her pillow and began to grind into it.
  1967. >Her body jerked as she began to hump the pillow through her warm padding.
  1968. >Each motion caused the contents of her diaper to shift and drove her closer and closer to satisfaction.
  1969. >Thoughts began to fill her mind of the last time she did this.
  1970. >However, back then she didn’t grind her used diaper into a pillow, but another warm diaper. >Embracing each other, the crinkling sounds, and collapsing into each other as they both came in their diapers.
  1971. >She continued her motion, reaching the edge of release, but something was stopping her.
  1972.  
  1973. >She was becoming tired.
  1974. “Come on... not now. I am not as energetic as I used to be, but… please... just a little more.”
  1975. >She began to realize the futility of her diapered humping and began to slow down.
  1976. >Suddenly, the feeling came back harder.
  1977. >She wasn’t moving, but the feeling of the wet warm diaper rubbing against her began to increase.
  1978. >Feeling an odd, yet extremely pleasurable feeling on her diaper, Mrs. Cake turned around.
  1979. “D-dear! y-you-”
  1980. >The diaper crinkled as it was pressed harder against her.
  1981. “Ahhhh~”
  1982. >Caught mid sentence, she let out a soft moan as her hooves gave out underneath her.
  1983. >Falling forward, her diaper mashed against the pillow.
  1984. >Her body twitched as she was filled with waves of pleasure.
  1985. >Lying there, she closed her eyes and began to catch her breath.
  1986. >Her breathing slowed, but consumed with exhaustion, she laid there.
  1987. >Right before she fell asleep, she could hear a familiar voice.
  1988. >“I’ll change you when you wake up, Cupcake.”
  1989. >Mrs. Cake smiled as she fell asleep. He always came when she needed him.
  1990.  
  1991. ###########
  1992.  
  1993. !dETRAiLXL. / Detrail
  1994.  
  1995. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20562956
  1996.  
  1997. >It had been three days since the Ponyville town hall had placed a ban on public urination.
  1998. >Although this had little effect on the many ponies of Ponyville Applejack had recently received her 3rd citation this week.
  1999. >Due to the long hours she spent out in the field she ended up just going out in the field.
  2000. >But now she was in hot water with the mayor's office
  2001. >Now as a result of this Applejack had been forced to take some odd precautions
  2002. "Of all the gosh darn humiliating thing I have had to put up with.”
  2003. >The orange pony pony picked up her hind legs and struck the apple tree behind her
  2004. >As her hooves connected a distinct crinkle sound could be heard
  2005. "Well that's the last of em!"
  2006. >Applejack wiped the sweat off her brow
  2007. "Now time to get on back before I actually use this thing."
  2008. >Applejack hurried back, she had been holding her urine all day, and combined with the bucking she was ready to race to the nearest bathroom.
  2009. > She picked up her final bushel of apples, loaded it on her back, and began her walk back to the farm.
  2010.  
  2011. >Reaching within eyesight of the barn, she began to speed up, as a result of her thick padding she began to lose her balance.
  2012. “Whoa!”
  2013. >She managed to quickly regain her footing, in the process her full bladder loosened slightly, but she managed to clamp it shut before any urine escaped into the diaper.
  2014. >Now left completely unnerved she began to carefully make it back, her slow trot, now a slow waddle
  2015. “Oh come on, just a few more steps.”
  2016. >She reached the section of the farm where she hard been storing the bushels to be picked up by Granny Smith
  2017. >At the moment her hoof made contact with an apple carelessly left on the ground, causing her fall face first into the ground
  2018. “Dagnabit!”
  2019. >Looking up she saw the the apples were okay, still in their barrel, and landed next to the others.
  2020. >Her eyes went wide as she realized something was wrong.
  2021. >She looked down in horror as her diaper began to grow wet and heavy, she began to turn red with embarrassment
  2022. >Suddenly she heard the noise of somepony approaching from the distance
  2023. >In an attempt to reduce her humiliation she got up and ran as fast as she could
  2024. >As she ran she felt her bladder continued to empty its contents turning her once pure white diaper yellow
  2025.  
  2026. >As she continued saturate her diaper her movements became more disorganised
  2027. >Applejack finally stopped at a large apple tree, she was too tired to move any further
  2028. >The combination of her morning apple bucking, and her run left her exhausted
  2029. >She sat down at the roots of tree, he diaper squished as she did so
  2030. >Using her hoof she pressed the warm padding against herself to asses the damage
  2031. “Darn it! This is the second one today! At this rate I am going to need thicker diaper to get through the day.”
  2032. >Applejack looked off into the horizon, the sun was setting
  2033. >Seeing this sight, Applejack knew her job for today was finished
  2034. >She didn’t care that much about her diaper, right now she wanted to sleep.
  2035. “I should change, but I guess a quick nap don’t hurt nobody.”
  2036. >Lying down on the grass as a cool breeze blew across
  2037. >Applejack placed her hat over her head basking in the coolness shade and the warmth of her diaper, soon fast asleep
  2038.  
  2039. ###########
  2040.  
  2041. !dETRAiLXL. / Detrail
  2042.  
  2043. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20611119
  2044.  
  2045. >Day 352
  2046. >The chains hanging off the walls of the dark dungeon creaked as the sound of clanking hoof steps descending down the cobblestone staircase rang out.
  2047. >In the dimly lit hallways aglow by only the torches adorning the walls the guards standing watch at the gates stood up tall and saluted at the clanking sound proceeding down the hall.
  2048. >“Your Majesty!”
  2049. >As they did this the Princess continued down paying them no mind. Something far more pressing weighed on her mind.
  2050. >The clanking ceased after she had crossed twenty more paces past the hall.
  2051. >Celestia’s horn glowed as the chamber door unlocked with a thud. Walking in she slammed the door shut behind her once again.
  2052. >Inside were two of her guards standing by another pony sitting on a wooden chair.
  2053. >His his upper and lower hooves remained shackled as he looked forward. His faced filled with a defiant look.
  2054. >“Ah! My dear Princess back for another round I see? So what will be today’s method of torture? Drowning? Sensory deprivation? Maybe you want to give your shadow illusions another go?”
  2055. .>The pony laughed in her face. Through his matted gray coat and white mane, caked in dust and debris from his time in the dark chambers hidden below Equestria.
  2056. >One of the nearby guards had enough.
  2057. >“Bite your tongue!”
  2058. >This only served to rile the pony into a deranged laughter.
  2059. >“Oh believe me I would I would much sooner die than surrender any of my information to you ponies, but your damned princess’ curse won’t let me bite it off.”
  2060. >The guards fury grew but the princess stopped him.
  2061.  
  2062. “That is quite enough Number 594. After today there won’t be need for any further torture.”
  2063. >”What happened princess, you getting all sentimental? After all just eleven more days till our one year anniversary together? You planning on finally letting me bite the big one?”
  2064. >He deafening laughter spilled out again. In his time here, laughing at the princesses’ attempts to extract information out of him was all he could do for amusement.
  2065. “No Number 594, what I am saying is I we will finally be releasing you after we extract your information.”
  2066. >The dirty pony looked back up at her surprised.
  2067. >”I would LOVE to see you try princess, I really would.”
  2068. >The princess return a smug grin of her own.
  2069. “Guards have him moved to the ‘special’ cell.”
  2070. >The guards nodded as one used his magic to restrain him while the other connected a series of chains to his shackles. They blindfolded and dragged him out the detention cell. Forcing him to continue down the hallway.
  2071. >“So princess care to give me a spoiler on how much this one is going to hurt?”
  2072. “I have no intention of harming you Number 594. All I want to know is what you know, but you are making that quite difficult.”
  2073. >“But princess what about all the good times we spent together? It feels like only yesterday you caught me spying on you, and feeding information about Canterlot castle to the enemy. 354 days and over 200 attempts to drag that information out of me. Like I told you all those days ago you can’t win.”
  2074. >The princess returned back with an eerie smile. It was both warm and frightening even to the hardened pony.
  2075. “We will see~”
  2076.  
  2077. >The rest of the trip continued in silence until the arrived at a newly built portion of the dungeon.
  2078. >The guards opened the door, this one lacking the distinct metal clank the prisoner was familiar with.
  2079. >He was slowly forced in and the door closed behind them with a distinct creaking sound.
  2080. >”On the ground!”
  2081. >The guard commanded as he pushed the prisoner to the floor on his back.
  2082. >Without giving him a moment to respond the two guards restrained the blinded prisoner as the princess walked in front of him.
  2083. >”Your Highness. Are you certain you would not like either of us to do this for you?”
  2084. “I am perfectly fine. Besides if it was anypony other than me I am sure he wouldn’t be so agreeing.”
  2085. >“You get me so well princess.”
  2086. >The prisoner smiled as he waited to see what she had in store for him this time.
  2087. >As the door opened up a light consumed him and everything disappeared.
  2088. >After some time had passed the prisoner awoke, but remained blindfolded.
  2089. >Although he couldn’t see he could hear the strange noises around him and felt the guards using their magic to manipulate his body.
  2090. >Soon he found himself on something soft and his lower region being cleaned.
  2091. >“This again princess? At least try to use mares that look semi decent this time.”
  2092. >He didn’t get a verbal response.
  2093. >He could feel the soft material was pulled over his groin, followed by a tearing noise. Soon he could feel the object was secured around him.
  2094. >He could hear the ponies in the room walk away and exit the room, he quickly removed his blindfold.
  2095. >As they left the room, and right before the magic restraining him dissipated he could see her.
  2096. >Her horn was glowing and she was smiling, right before the door closed once again.
  2097.  
  2098. >As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings he realized the torture the princess had devised for him was somewhat confusing.
  2099. >The room was a pale white color and was exceptionally clean compared to his usual living arrangements. On the far left was a padded table with restraints and in the corner was what appeared to be an elevated cage.
  2100. >Built into 3 of the walls were what appeared to be large mirrors allowing him to finally see himself.
  2101. >His mane was no longer matted and his coat clean for the first time in almost a year, and while that was all fine and good it was the new addition to his self that bothered him.
  2102. >Taped to him it was white and puffy. As he shifted his weight it followed him, crinkling.
  2103. >Things continued to confuse him until he noticed one of the walls possessed a window built into it he never noticed before. On the other side he could see the princess looking back at him amused.
  2104. >“Ah so that is what your plan was? Put me in a diaper and humiliate me?”
  2105. >She just stood there, her smile grew.
  2106.  
  2107. ###########
  2108.  
  2109. !dETRAiLXL. / Detrail
  2110.  
  2111. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20621046
  2112.  
  2113. >It was a calm summer day as a diapered Ebola-pone traveled to the edge of town.
  2114. >The mare was rather happy, carrying her favorite pony skull, while sporting her white nurse outfit and slightly used diaper.
  2115. >She was always quite friendly traveling from town to town making as many friends as possible.
  2116. >Ebola was always friendly and loved making as many friends as possible, but no matter how hard she tried she could never keep her friends for too long.
  2117. >Wherever she went there was always a path of death and destruction, but it never seems to affect how much all her friends loved to introduce her to all the ponies they knew.
  2118. >Because of how she was she would always have accidents when she didn’t mean too.
  2119. >For a while now she had turned to using diapers.
  2120. >She found that she seemed to always get a warmer reception when she wasn’t leaving her fluids everywhere and her diaper helped to solve that problem.
  2121. >And truth be told she was growing rather fond of them but she never really did like changing them after she used them.
  2122. >Lucky for her she always could find somepony willing enough to change her, even if they were only able to do it once.
  2123.  
  2124. >Today Ebola was saying her farewell to the most recent town she visited.
  2125. >It was only a few weeks ago when a kind famer found her wandering the roads.
  2126. >She was very happy he stopped to help her.
  2127. >That day she was all alone after all the kind ponies from her last town mysteriously disappeared
  2128. >She was rather lonely having no pony to talk to and to make things worse he diaper was in pretty bad condition that day.
  2129. >But as she was falling into despair he should up with his cart.
  2130. >He gave her and lift back home, changed her, and even let her stay the night as his home.
  2131. >The next day she thanked him and continued on her way to the nearby town.
  2132. >The ponies there were always so friendly, so it hurt her to have to say farewell to all the friends she made after all the time she spent with them.
  2133. >But this was something she was used to, and as long as she could keep meeting new ponies and making new friends she was always happy.
  2134. >A long time had passed until Ebola arrived at the shore.
  2135. >She would always talk to all the city folk about the many ponies across the water.
  2136. >While the thought of all those ponies being out their filled her with joy it always reminded her of her own problem.
  2137. >Ebola reached the edge of the shore and looked out at the endless ocean.
  2138. >Filled with sadness she sat down onto the sand as her diaper squished.
  2139. >She clearly needed a change.
  2140. >She slowly took the pony skull off her back and cradled it in her arms. For as long as she had been traveling her pony skull had always been there comforting her.
  2141. “Why did I have to be like this?”
  2142.  
  2143. >Ebola began to tear up.
  2144. “I want to meet them all but I am stuck here.”
  2145. >Ebola lowered her pony skull into the sand as she looked back at her wings.
  2146. >She was a pegasus by nature, but her wings were always too weak for her to fly.
  2147. >No matter how hard she tried she could never get airborne and always needed to find her way to next group of ponies.
  2148. >Sometimes she would get lucky and was carried there by another kind pony or by following the long and dangerous paths outside.
  2149. >But she always knew that she was restricted by the border the ocean created for her.
  2150. >Her sadness began to welled up, and tears fell from her eyes as she was forced to once again acknowledged her own inability.
  2151. >She remained there sitting for sometime staring at her pony skull.
  2152. >Soon she could feel the cool sand underneath her warm diaper, a good indicator that she had used it again.
  2153. >With no pony around to change her it only added to how upset she was in herself.
  2154. >Defeated she slowly began to stand up when she saw it.
  2155. >Looking out at the horizon she could see the beautiful setting sun.
  2156. >Lying there at the perfect angle the horizon lit up in bright red.
  2157. >For Ebola the color red always filled her with hope and warmth. Always reminding her that no matter what happened she would never be alone.
  2158.  
  2159. >Seeing the beautiful red color gleaming over the horizon she began to dry her tears, and her determination slowly returned.
  2160. >Placing her hooves around her pony skull she smiled.
  2161. “I hope that someday I can be airborne. Then I can travel across the world making so many new friends.”
  2162. >Ebola’s smile grew as she picked up her pony skull.
  2163. “One day I will be airborne, I just know it!”
  2164. >As she stood up she noticed that her diaper sagged heavily.
  2165. “Oops! Um... I better find somepony to change me quick!”
  2166. >Ebola stood up and began to return back to the road continuing her trip to the next town.
  2167. “Hmm my diaper is going to leak pretty soon. I hope I can find somepony before I need to do it myself.”
  2168. >Ebola continued down the road searching for somepony.
  2169. >After a while she realized that she wasn’t going to see anypony for a while and would have to change herself.
  2170. >As she began to sit down she could hear the sound of nearby hoofsteps.
  2171. >”Excuses me Miss, are you okay.”
  2172. >Startled she stood up.
  2173. >“Yes hello we are researchers from across the ocean. We were called in to assist with the disease spreading through here.”
  2174. “Wait you are from across the ocean!? Are there more like you?”
  2175. >“Yes dozens. But we need some help with the newer infections, but we will be returning back home in a few days, do you think you could help us?”
  2176. >Excited she almost jumped up.
  2177. “I’d love too! But umm… do you think you could change me first?”
  2178. >“Sure, lets just head back to our base and we can get you in a new diaper and introduce you to the rest of us.
  2179. “Thank you!”
  2180. >Ebola was happy, she may not be airborne yet, but until then she knew she would never run out of friends. Now she just needed to hurry before her diaper leaked
  2181. >But she knew today would be another great day.
  2182.  
  2183. The End.
  2184.  
  2185. ###########
  2186.  
  2187. Adolf Hitler
  2188.  
  2189. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20969749/#20973748
  2190.  
  2191. Well, without further ado, here is a story I was supposed to write for the last thread, but I took for goddamn ever.
  2192. Hitler's Shameless Shitpost
  2193. It was a bright and sunny spring day down at Sweet Apple Acres; the air was rich with the smell of tilled earth and ripening apples. And like any other free day Applejack got (which she admits are not many), she was spending it doing what she loved: trying to outdo Rainbow Dash. Now, they had thought of some pretty unorthodox ways to compete before, but this one certainly stood out.
  2194. Applejack came in with a pair of tankards, her rear crinkling as she walked. Rainbow just sat next to a large barrel of cider, not knowing what to expect and very unsure about what she wore.
  2195. “So, let me get this straight. We’re going to have a cider-drinking contest, followed by a race through the orchards, and then we try and see who can hold it the longest?”
  2196. “That’s right, sugarcube,” AJ replied, certain of herself.
  2197. “And we are doing this while wearing… diapers?” Rainbow’s skepticism was apparent.
  2198. “Yep.” AJ, set down the mugs and walked towards Rainbow Dash.
  2199. “Why?”
  2200.  
  2201. “Because if one of us loses, the other will be able to tell,” AJ said playfully as she patted the front of Rainbow’s diaper.
  2202.  
  2203. “Okay… If you say so.”
  2204.  
  2205. Rainbow's blue cheeks turned a deep red at her friend’s touch.
  2206. AJ sat down next to the barrel, the soft padding squishing under her bottom. She tapped the spigot, and filled the two cups with the frothy, golden draught. It had been a good harvest the past year, and the cider had aged perfectly.
  2207. “Bottoms up!” They said this in unison as they held their cups high. They started with small sips, appreciating the taste, and then took it in long gulps. They finished their first drink, and laughed together.
  2208.  
  2209. “Next round, coming up!”
  2210.  
  2211. Rainbow took AJ’s mug and her own and filled them both. She gave AJ her mug back, and began chugging hers, with a bit of cider spilling down the side of her mouth and dripping down onto her diaper.
  2212. Applejack, not about to be outdone, began drinking hers with renewed fervor, keeping an eye on Rainbow Dash.
  2213.  
  2214. They downed their second drinks, and soon their third, fourth and fifth, draining the barrel, and filling their bellies with cider and the barn with their laughter.
  2215. "Yeah, and don't think I forgot how much that branch to the face hurt at the Running of the Leaves!" AJ said, reflecting on the good and bad times they had together as she took a swig of Rainbow's cider.
  2216. "You weren't exactly the best sport either, kicking over that bucket o' sap. Do you know how hard it was to get that off of my hooves? Or my coat?!" She reached over to AJ, swiping at her head.
  2217. "Gimme your hat."
  2218. "No, get your own." AJ leaned back further, starting to teeter, but she soon lost her balance as Rainbow loomed over her.
  2219.  
  2220. Rainbow bent down into AJ's face, and pulled the hat from her head, and tossed it on hers.
  2221.  
  2222. "Look aht me! Ah'm Appuljack!"
  2223.  
  2224. Rainbow Dash exclaimed as she stumbled up onto the table, her padded rump wiggling in her friend's face.
  2225.  
  2226. "Ah spend all day buckin' appuls and never take any time to relax!"
  2227.  
  2228. "Rainbow Dash, you stop that!"
  2229.  
  2230. "No, I gotta buck all these appuls!"
  2231. Rainbow walked on the table towards the large cider barrel. She turned, smiled at AJ, and drawing her legs back, gave the barrel a great buck.
  2232. It went careening across the room, into a support beam, where it splintered asunder. Both Rainbow Dash and Applejack were shocked to find that the barrel was empty. They knew they'd been drinking quite a bit, but not that much.
  2233.  
  2234. "Well... I guess that takes care of that," Applejack said to Rainbow Dash, who was already at the barn door.
  2235.  
  2236. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
  2237.  
  2238. "I'm getting ready for that race of ours," Rainbow exclaimed, starting to stretch her legs and her wings, but she soon felt a coarse binding going across her torso, over her wings.
  2239.  
  2240. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Rainbow cried.
  2241.  
  2242. "Evenin' the playing field. I can't fly, and for this competition, neither can you."
  2243. Applejack tightly bound a rope around Rainbow before securing it in a knot.
  2244.  
  2245. "Ugh...fine."
  2246.  
  2247. They lined up at the doorway of the barn, their bodies low but their diapered bottoms raised in the air.
  2248.  
  2249. "Ready?"
  2250.  
  2251. "GO!"
  2252.  
  2253. They sprinted off from the barn, and Rainbow Dash was astounded at how fast Applejack was. Granted, she was slowed by the cumbersome garment between her legs, and she was unused to her body being bound, but that still didn't account for Applejack's speed.
  2254. Was she used to that thing? Rainbow found herself wondering. She let the thought pass. She knew she could only push herself harder if she wanted to win, and set herself into a full gallop. As she started to catch up to AJ and her distinctly white rear, she noticed markers along the path AJ was following.
  2255. Jeez, how much planning did you put in this, AJ? Rainbow thought to herself as beads of sweat began to trickle down her face, and not just because of how hard she was pushing herself. All that cider was taking its toll, and she began to feel a pressure building in her nethers.
  2256.  
  2257. Rainbow eventually caught up to her country friend, and the two ran together. They looked at one another, checking their diapers to make sure neither had been... disqualified, and AJ smirked.
  2258.  
  2259. "Feelin'...under...pressure?" She smugly strained.
  2260.  
  2261. "Ha! You wish!"
  2262.  
  2263. Rainbow barked in response. But she was lying. She had to put in effort now to keep herself from losing.
  2264.  
  2265. "Phew, there's the finish line," Rainbow muttered to herself. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the bold line drawn in the dirt between two trees, and the barn nearby. The rope was beginning to chafe her, and she was uncertain about how long she could hold her full bladder.
  2266. They both crossed the finish line, and trotting over to the barn, collapsed in exhaustion onto a pile of hay. Panting heavily, they laid there for a few moments, before AJ recovered her strength. She attempted to stand, but fell, slipping on the hay before trying again, and putting herself over Rainbow Dash.
  2267.  
  2268. Rainbow Dash, whose breathing and movement was labored due to the tight rope, was powerless to her friend's advances.
  2269. "Perfect."
  2270. A devilish smile crept across Applejack's face as she loomed over Rainbow Dash. She looked down at her friend's diaper, and licked her lips.
  2271. "Still dry. I'm impressed. Not for long."
  2272. She pressed her hoof against Rainbow's lower belly. Rainbow tensed up immediately, biting her lip. The pressure was mounting.
  2273. "Nngh...No fair..."
  2274. Applejack pressed harder, and Rainbow lost control. The floodgates opened, and an audible hiss could be heard as the front of her white diaper began to turn a fetching shade of yellow. When she finished, the diaper had noticeably swollen, and its warm, squishy padding lightly caressed Rainbow's sex. She couldn't believe she had wet herself in front of her best friend. Even stranger was the look of hunger in Applejack's eyes.
  2275. AJ sighed in relief as she released her bladder, and her diaper began to swell and sag.
  2276. "Now... I'm gonna show you how we do it down at the rodeo."
  2277.  
  2278. She straddled Rainbow and began to rut her, grinding her diaper against the other.
  2279. Rainbow Dash was powerless, and her marehood was trembling as Applejack continued to grind against her. She was being driven closer to the edge. Rainbow began to buck her hips and AJ smiled triumphantly.
  2280.  
  2281. "See, I knew you'd like it sooner or later..." AJ cooed as she continued to ride her friend.
  2282. Rainbow Dash's mind was racing. The pheromones, the sensations, they were all too much. She let out a cry as she came to climax, but was silenced when a pair of lips met hers. Applejack locked lips with Rainbow and forced her tongue into her mouth, silencing her moans of pleasure.
  2283. Rainbow Dash was quivering. She had been brought to orgasm, and laid back into the hay when she felt a grinding pain on her sides. Applejack had grabbed the rope bound around Rainbow, held it in her teeth, and yanked her back up.
  2284.  
  2285. "Oh no, you don't! You got on this bull, you're staying on for the ride!"
  2286.  
  2287. Applejack continued grinding against Rainbow as the rope began to chafe her raw. It stung, yet Rainbow felt pleasure in addition to her pain.
  2288. Applejack began grinding faster, more intensly, and put her hoof to Rainbow's mouth as she came once again. She gave a final buck, pushing their crotches close together, and moaned pleasurably as she came.
  2289. They were both utterly spent, and laid panting together in the straw, covered in sweat and the smell of sex. A few minutes passed before either of them moved beyond the occasional twitch or their heavy panting. Applejack finally stood up, her diaper sagging, and looking at the exhausted Rainbow Dash, said "Who's the Iron Pony now?"
  2290.  
  2291. ###########
  2292.  
  2293. !FOALaltEX2
  2294.  
  2295. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20560281
  2296.  
  2297. >”First Optimal Aircraft Layout” or “FOAL” for short.
  2298. >That was your codename, yet you felt it didn’t fit your design at all…
  2299. >You especially didn’t feel “Optimal” considering that every field test you had to jettison fuel and rely on your backup tank to run.
  2300. >And it didn’t help that before every flight, the crew secured an “Alternate Excrement 2” to your chassis.
  2301. >It was just a fancy name for a diaper and you knew it.
  2302. >Speaking of which, they had just secured a fresh one to your rear in preparation for your maiden flight.
  2303.  
  2304. >”Alright FOAL, are you ready?”
  2305. >You sat up with a groan as the device crinkled loudly.
  2306. “Yeah sure, let’s just hope I don’t have to make use of this thing again.”
  2307. >”Heh, yeah…”
  2308. “I don’t like the tone in your voice.”
  2309. >”Sorry, it’s just that you haven’t flown once without using it!”
  2310. “Hey, it’s not like I choose to!”
  2311. >”Right, right, sorry. Anyway, head out to the runway. Everything’s ready for you.”
  2312. >You give a nod and get to your hooves before waddling out to the runway.
  2313.  
  2314. >The crew was ready, and so were you.
  2315. >You began to accelerate down the runway waiting to hit the right speed before opening your wings and taking off.
  2316. >Things went like usual, engines normal until there was a spike in your main fuel tank pressure.
  2317. “Oh no…”
  2318. >You whimpered as you felt your systems begin to jettison the warm fuel out from between your rear legs.
  2319. >The “Alternate Excrement 2” happily took everything you had to offer, absorbing it and swelling up as well as pushing your rear legs further apart.
  2320. >”Jettison complete.” A soft voice in your head told you.
  2321. “Yeah yeah, I can tell.”
  2322.  
  2323. >”Everything okay up there, FOAL?”
  2324. “Yeah, had to jettison fuel again, requesting immediate landing.”
  2325. >”Negative FOAL, you are to make the trip completely, understood?”
  2326. “...Understood.”
  2327. >With a sigh, you kept going.
  2328. >With your destination in sight, you clench your teeth as you hear that soft voice again.
  2329. >”Warning, pressure in solid fuel tank rising. Preparing to jettison.
  2330. “No no no! Abort jettison process!”
  2331. >”Process cannot be aborted, administrative override detected.”
  2332. “WHAT?!”
  2333. >Your comm system turned on.
  2334. >”Sorry FOAL, we need you to make this trip whether you like it or not!”
  2335. “Command, please-”
  2336. >”Negative FOAL. Proceed with your original objective.”
  2337. “...Yes, command.”
  2338.  
  2339. >You feel the solid fuel begin to push its way out of your hull and into the fancy diaper they had put on you.
  2340. >You groaned as you felt it squish against the absorbent material and mush itself all over your rear end.
  2341. >Luckily, you had only a few hundred kilometers left to go before you could land.
  2342. >You put out your hooves and proceeded to make your way downwards toward the runway.
  2343. >You touch down and decelerate down the runway, eventually making the turn into the awaiting hanger.
  2344.  
  2345. >You sigh in relief.
  2346. “Alright crew, can I get change out of this thing?”
  2347. >They look at eachother, then you. Only one responds.
  2348. >”We don’t have the training required to use that kind of equipment.”
  2349. “W-what.”
  2350. >”Don’t worry though, we can re-fuel you and have command send someone with proper training over in say… a day or two?”
  2351. >With your jaw hanging open, the crew walked passed you and out of the hanger.
  2352.  
  2353. Fini.
  2354.  
  2355. ###########
  2356.  
  2357. PeachStrudel
  2358.  
  2359. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20574867
  2360.  
  2361. >Be Spike
  2362. >”Spiiike!”
  2363. >You groan and pull the covers down from over your head.
  2364. >Looking at the clock, you notice it’s 3 a.m.
  2365. >”SPIIIKE! Get down here!”
  2366. >With sigh you hop out of your bed and walk down the stairs.
  2367. >You see your hatcher, Twilight Sparkle.
  2368. >She turns her head from the book she was reading as she hears your claws scrape lethargically across the floor.
  2369. “What’s the matter? And why are you up at 3 a.m.?”
  2370. >You feel yourself lifted up off the floor by a familiar tingling sensation.
  2371. >Twilight was levitating you over to her.
  2372. >You didn’t mind, it’s become second nature to just let it happen by now.
  2373. >”I was up all night researching magical matrices and I found out that…”
  2374. >She just kept talking and talking… listening to her blather on about magic puts you to sleep.
  2375.  
  2376. >”Spike! Wake up!”
  2377. >You startle awake.
  2378. “Oh, uh, sorry Twi. It’s just that it’s, y’know, 3 a.m.”
  2379. >”You’ll have plenty of time to sleep later, right now I need you to help me!”
  2380. “Sure what’s goin-YOWCH!”
  2381. >She just jabbed your soft underbelly with a needle!
  2382. “What the heck Twi?!”
  2383. >”Sorry, I know you hate injections, but don’t worry it’s just a bit of magic elixir. I need it to act fast so I put it right into your blood.”
  2384. >You feel the syringe come out and Twilight quickly puts a bandage over the tiny hole on your belly.
  2385. “What’s so important that you need it done so fast?”
  2386. >She ignores your question.
  2387. >”Hm, it should have worked by now… Maybe if I use a similar spell to speed it up!”
  2388.  
  2389. >Twilight’s horn glows and you feel that tingling again as her magic envelopes you.
  2390. >After a few moments, you start to feel woozy.
  2391. “T-Twi… what did you put in me?”
  2392. >”Just a few magical female dragon hormones.”
  2393. “W-what?!”
  2394. >Due to that outburst, you suddenly sick to your stomach and soon you pass out.
  2395.  
  2396. >”Spiiiike~... Spiiike~...”
  2397. >You slowly stir awake in what feels like your bed, but you also feel your body try to force you back into a slumber.
  2398. >”Oh, you’re coming back! Come on, you can make it Spike!”
  2399. >With all your strength coming back, you use it to make yourself wake up.
  2400. “Twi…”
  2401. >Your voice was different… higher than usual, like a little girl’s.
  2402. >This realization shocks you enough to open your eyes wide.
  2403. >You see Twilight hooking some wires up to your body.
  2404. “Twilight, what’s going on!?”
  2405. >”Shh, calm down Spike. I’m just putting some vital sign leads on you.”
  2406. “Why?”
  2407. >”Well, we need to see if you stabilize like this.”
  2408. “What do you mean like this…?”
  2409. >That’s when you feel like you’re missing something.
  2410. >You try to move your claw down to feel at your crotch, but it’s blocked by something that feels like a plastic bag but softer.
  2411. >You look down and see a…
  2412.  
  2413. “Why am I wearing a diaper?!”
  2414. >”Because your new genitals have new muscles that you can’t control yet.”
  2415. >Your pupils shrank.
  2416. >New genitals?! You knew you were missing something!
  2417. >And then it hit you.
  2418. >You’re not a baby dragon anymore.
  2419. >You’re a baby dragonESS!
  2420.  
  2421. “Twilight, what the buck?!”
  2422. >Twilight gasps.
  2423. >”Spike! Language please!”
  2424. “No seriously Twilight, why did you turn me into a girl?!”
  2425. >”Because this is a breakthrough in magical studies! I had to test it right away.”
  2426. “W-well you could have at least asked!”
  2427. >”No, because I knew you wouldn’t agree!”
  2428. >She’s right, you never would agree to something like this.
  2429. >”Now, I have to go get some more leads in case the ones on you go bad. Stay here and don’t get out of your bed.”
  2430. >Twilight leaves the room.
  2431.  
  2432. >You sit in the bed, crossing your arms in front of you.
  2433. >That’s when you start to hear the sound of… flowing water?
  2434. >No.
  2435. >Judging by the warm feeling near your crotch now, you were wetting your diaper.
  2436. “Ugh, gross!”
  2437. >You couldn’t do anything but sit there as your girlhood let urine flow into the fluffy garment.
  2438. >The padding eagerly absorbs every drop you offer to it, causing it to bulk up and push your legs farther apart than before.
  2439. >You helplessly watched as your diaper tinted from it’s pristine white to a more yellow color.
  2440. >Soon your body had no more urine to excrete, and you were left with…
  2441. >A surprisingly wonderful feeling in your loins.
  2442. >Curiously, you push a claw against the front of the soaked padding and gasp as a flash of pleasure seizes your entire body.
  2443. >You wonder to yourself if you could keep doing that.
  2444. >You press your hand down against the yellowed diaper and another wave of enjoyment washes over you.
  2445. >You were starting to pant, and you decided to make the most of this opportunity.
  2446.  
  2447. >Rubbing vigorously at the swelled-up polymers, jolt after jolt of excitement shoots through your body.
  2448. >You give one last thrust of your hips into the pressure your hand is providing.
  2449. >All of the sudden, you let out a loud moan and you are left with a feeling of ecstasy.
  2450. >You feel something slick hit the inside of your diaper multiple times, but it’s soon taken in by the awaiting fluff.
  2451. >You bask in the afterglow of what you had just done.
  2452. >Whatever you just did, it was awesome.
  2453. >You close your eyes and take your claws away from your diaper front.
  2454.  
  2455. >”Spike!”
  2456. >Oh no.
  2457. >Twilight ran in, panicking and checking the readouts on your vitals.
  2458. >”Spike, are you okay? Your heart rate and brain activity accelerated for a short period of time and then drastically slowed!”
  2459. “Y-yeah Twi, I’m good.”
  2460. >”Are you sure? Here, let me-”
  2461. >Twilight sees your absolutely drenched padding.
  2462. >”Oh, you must of just been panicking from wetting yourself uncontrollably. Let’s get you out of that and into a fresh one, okay?”
  2463. “Sure…”
  2464. >Twilight quickly changes you into a clean diaper, making sure to wipe you well as she does.
  2465.  
  2466. >After she gets you back in bed and hooked up to all the machines again, Twilight lets a few minutes pass,
  2467. >Then she asks….
  2468. >”So Spike, do you want to tell me the real reason why your activity jumped like that?”
  2469. >Shit, she knows.
  2470. >You hide your eyes behind your hands, blushing a deep red.
  2471. >Twilight coos softly at you.
  2472. >”It’s alright Spike, things like that happen under certain circumstances. Though I wonder what stimulated you enough to release…”
  2473. >She’s teasing you. Great.
  2474. >”Aw, you’re blushing. Well, since you appear to enjoy being like this so much, I think I’ll just throw the male dragon hormones out.”
  2475. >You didn’t want to admit it, but you really liked what happened when she was out of the room.
  2476. >”Oh and, I guess I can keep you in diapers until you get your control back, Barbara.”
  2477. >Barbara… you liked that name, it felt… natural.
  2478. >You let out a long yawn, that stuff really took a toll on you.
  2479. >”Go ahead, rest now Barbara, you’ve earned it.”
  2480. >Twilight plants a kiss on your cheek as your eyelids lower and you drift down into sleep.
  2481.  
  2482. ###########
  2483.  
  2484. !lPhOOvezS.
  2485.  
  2486. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20582081
  2487.  
  2488. >After months of research, Twilight knew this was the day.
  2489. >Ever since her mastery of teleportation and use of that time spell, she grew interested in time-space travel.
  2490. >If her calculations were correct, she would soon be meeting herself from the near future.
  2491. “Alright, Spike! This is it! When I tell you to go, I want you to pull that lever!”
  2492. >”Got it, Twilight. Um… hey, Twilight?”
  2493. “Yes, Spike?”
  2494. >”What if some sorta monster comes through…”
  2495. “Don’t worry, Spike. There is absolutely almost less than a slight chance that will happen!”
  2496. >Spike frowned.
  2497. >Twilight gave a large mechanical device one last looking over.
  2498. “Alright, this is it! Spike, on my mark… GO!”
  2499. >Spike threw down a large switch, allowing magical energies to flow around the machine.
  2500. >At the same time, Twilight began to channel a spell into the focus.
  2501. >Soon a thin disk spread out from the focus. It was like a foggy, wavy mirror.
  2502. >As Twilight focused harder the clarity of the disk grew. A reflection could be seen of the room.
  2503. >But… the reflection wasn’t the same.
  2504. >The purple pony and dragon from the “reflection” were coming closer.
  2505. >Then the pony extended a hoof…
  2506. >With a loud SNAP the disk became perfectly smooth and Twilight fell backwards. The machine gave you shriek and stopped.
  2507. >Twilight looked up.
  2508. >A pony and dragon came through the portal.
  2509. >Twilight jumped up to her feet and ran to meet the new pony.
  2510. >Likewise, the new pony met in the middle.
  2511. >The two immediately started walking around each other, looking up and down.
  2512. >They would sometimes use a little magic on the other pony.
  2513. >This continued as the disinterested small dragon walked to meet the confused Spike.
  2514. >”Um… hi,” she said.
  2515. >”Uh, hi?” Spike replied. “So, I’m guessing you’re a girl version of me or something from another dimension?”
  2516. >”Probably. The name’s Barb.”
  2517. >”Spike.”
  2518. >The two dragons looked over at the two ponies walking around in circles with each other.
  2519.  
  2520. >”They’re probably gonna be a while. Want some icecream upstairs?”
  2521. >The female dragon nodded and the two walked upstairs.
  2522. >The purple ponies stopped their pacing and started looking at each other in the face.
  2523. ”What’s your favorite food?”
  2524. >”Hayburgers, extra sauce. What’s your favorite thing to do in bed?” the male responded.
  2525. ”Read books under the covers. On a scale of 1 to 10, how annoying are your best friends?”
  2526. >”11.23 on my personal scale equation. What juice do you add your vodka to?” He yet again asked.
  2527. ”Trick question. I drink it straight.”
  2528. >”…”
  2529. “…”
  2530. >”YOU’RE…”
  2531. “… ME!”
  2532. >”But you’re female…”
  2533. “And you’re male!”
  2534. >”What’s your name? I’m Dusk Shine.”
  2535. “I’m Twilight Sparkle.”
  2536. >”But if we’re each other, that means everything about us is the same…”
  2537. >”The same experiment…”
  2538. “Same hobbies…”
  2539. >”Same friends...”
  2540. “Same element…”
  2541. >”Same love of alcohol…”
  2542. “Same favorite smutty books…”
  2543. >”Same bathtub fun…”
  2544. “Same feti-“
  2545. >The two ponies suddenly became completely quiet.
  2546. “Uh, I mean, um… I-I d-don’t…”
  2547. >”I, er, w-well…”
  2548. >Their blushes were completely equal in intensity as both shyly stumbled over their words.
  2549. >Finally, after many awkward attempts, Dusk manage to compose himself.
  2550. >”So… you… you also like… you know, that stuff? The, um… foal stuff?”
  2551. “Y-yes… so… you like that stuff, too?”
  2552. >”Do… do you, maybe, want to, um…”
  2553. “Oh, I mean, we do need to do experiments on this different universe…”
  2554. >”Yes! We need to do thorough experimentation to test our hypothesis!”
  2555. “It would be unscientific if we didn’t go get my diapers RIGHT NOW.”
  2556. >”Oh, Solaris, yes! And then we can put them on each other!”
  2557. “And then we can get out the bottle and feed each other to make sure that our mouth function is the same!”
  2558.  
  2559. >”And then we can time how long it takes for us both to have to use the diaper!”
  2560. “And then we can see how much we can… um… squish together… before…”
  2561. >”…Let’s go right now.”
  2562. >Two madly blushing ponies ran up from the basement, stopping only long enough at the kitchen to throw a hoof full of bits at the two dragons.
  2563. >”Barb, go buy something and don’t come back for a few hours!”
  2564. “You heard me, I mean, the other me, Spike!”
  2565. >The dragons looked at each other and shrugged.
  2566. >”If she is anything like Dusk, they’re probably gonna do that… weird thing.”
  2567. >“Ew, I don’t want to think about that. She makes me take out the garbage after…” Spike replied.
  2568. >”Wanna go to Sugar Cube Corner?”
  2569. >”Yeah, this is like… a hundred bits! We can go buy a whole cake!” Spike exclaimed.
  2570. >The two happy dragons quickly ran off and out of the library, taking time to put up the closed sign.
  2571. >Meanwhile, a frantic and blushing Twilight began pulling books wildly out of a crate.
  2572. >Reaching the bottom, she found what she was looking for.
  2573. >A pack of diapers, some pacifiers, a pair of bottles, cream, foal powder, and the Mrs. Smarty Pants she had Rarity remake.
  2574. >Dusk took the empty bottles and teleported, quickly returning again with milk filled bottles.
  2575. >Dusk and Twilight knew what was next. They each took a quantity of the diaper cream into their magic.
  2576. >The two shyly looked to the side as they applied the cream to their counterpart.
  2577. “Ah~”
  2578. >”Oh~”
  2579. >The two weakened at knees but kept their composure, making sure they were fully covered.
  2580. >Next, each took a diaper, colored in cute purple tones, and folded it out.
  2581. >The two of them hopped back onto the bed, their rumps sinking into the center of the diapers.
  2582. >They took turns putting lots of sweet smelling powder on.
  2583. >While taping up, the two only took glances at the other’s rump.
  2584. “Alright… the equipment has been prepared.”
  2585. >”Time to begin the… experimentation…”
  2586.  
  2587. >The two crawled back in bed under the sheets.
  2588. >And then…
  2589. >The two held a bottle in the other’s mouth, feeding each other.
  2590. >They happily suckled on the bottles, greedily drinking.
  2591. >Soon the two had their fill, putting the bottles to the side.
  2592. “The experiment is… going well.”
  2593. >”Very well…”
  2594. >The purple ponies shared a long, happy smile. They both knew what was next.
  2595. >Taking their pacifiers, they both began sucking earnestly, giving out the rhythmic sounds of air flowing in and out.
  2596. >Finally, the two grabbed Mrs. Smarty Pants and put it between them.
  2597. >The two moved in close and pulled the blanket tightly around them, the two hugging the plushy simultaneously.
  2598. >They gave one final look, smiling and blushing deeply.
  2599. >They closed their eyes and rested together.
  2600. >A few hours later, two ponies began stirring.
  2601. >Some crinkling could be heard as some movement happened under the sheets.
  2602. >Then, slowly, two quiet hissing noises could be heard.
  2603. >The pair kept their eyes closed. Each put their hoof to their bottom instinctively.
  2604. >They each felt a spreading warmth as their diaper gave way with a squish.
  2605. ”Unf~”
  2606. >”Ungh~”
  2607. >The two kept rubbing into their diaper as they let their bladders empty.
  2608. >The hissing soon stopped as each pony was relieved.
  2609. >But a new stress had built in each.
  2610. >They opened their eyes, only to remember that they had been mere inches away from themselves.
  2611. >Instantly their faces went back to the fiery red from earlier.
  2612. >This time, however, they didn’t look away.
  2613. >Instead, the two ponies moved a bit closer. They let the pacifier drop from their mouths.
  2614. >They could feel the warm, fast breath between them.
  2615. >Then they closed their eyes and kissed.
  2616.  
  2617. >Much like with a pacifier, they began working their tongues together, rhythmically sucking.
  2618. >Their fore hooves moved away from the plushy and wrapped around each other.
  2619. >Their chests were now only separated by the compressed Mrs. Smarty Pants.
  2620. >Under the blanket their rears were like wise closer.
  2621. >Dusk’s hooves wrapped around Twilight’s, their squishy and crinkly diapers now against each other.
  2622. >Soon their hips began moving in perfect harmony.
  2623. >The deep thrusts were slow and steady. A constant crinkling could be heard under the sheets.
  2624. >Slowly the kissing and the grinding grew in speed.
  2625. >They were both panting, sometimes breaking the kiss only to moan.
  2626. >The squishing grew faster and faster.
  2627. >Soon the pattern of their humping broke as both ponies gave long, deep grinds.
  2628. >Then, when their breathing was heavy and irregular, Dusk pulled his head back and gasped.
  2629. >With one final push he came in his diaper, each spurt resonating through the plastic cover.
  2630. >The strength was so great that it was now between their bellies, soaking both their coats.
  2631. >Twilight felt every spasm of Dusk’s orgasm, sending her over the edge.
  2632. >Her marehood burned with white fire and her ponut clenched.
  2633. >Her diaper absorbed all her wetness.
  2634. >The two grasped tightly as their pleasure burned between them, cumming with one final kiss.
  2635. >The two let go, falling back onto their side of the bed, exhausted and panting.
  2636. >They enjoyed the afterglow for some time before Dusk spoke up.
  2637. >”I… I think that was… inconclusive.”
  2638. “I agree… we... need more evidence.”
  2639. >”Let’s clean up… and try again.”
  2640. “Maybe this time we could… try using the diaper… for… that.”
  2641. >The two grew mischievous grins.
  2642.  
  2643. ###########
  2644.  
  2645. !lPhOOvezS.
  2646.  
  2647. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20969749/#21009001
  2648.  
  2649. >”I’m tellin’ you, he’s real!”
  2650. >”I don’ know whash yer talkin’ about! How can a monk- mon-mon, er, monkey have a green facesh!”
  2651. >”He isn’t a monkey, you drunken horse! He has t-these things called fingers…”
  2652. >The bar was quite busy that evening.
  2653. >As usual, Lyra and Berry Punch were having some argument about some banal subject.
  2654. >Nurse Redheart was nursing a small glass of wine, regretting her choice in drinking buddy.
  2655. >Lyra was nice, sure. However, she was prone to making a scene in public.
  2656. >Usually it involved some new obsession of Lyra’s. Typically, as it would seem, thinly veiled sexual fantasies.
  2657. >BonBon did a good job keeping Lyra in check but she couldn’t come this evening, leaving the nurse to play the role of babysitter.
  2658. >Redheart sighed. She finished the rest of her wine in one go and got off her seat.
  2659. “I’ll be right back, Lyra. I have to go to the little mare’s room.”
  2660. >”I ams telling youuuu… you are full of it! You jush are… are full of dirty monkey hands!”
  2661. >”You take that back you SKANK!”
  2662. >Redheart didn’t go into the mare’s room. Instead, she took a quick step outside into the cold.
  2663. >The streets were mostly empty except the glow of the signs around the bar district of Ponyville.
  2664. >She was happy to be away from the arguing and drunken mares.
  2665. >Free for her thoughts to roam, she was starting to feel the wine she had just finished.
  2666. >The cold night seemed to fade and her thoughts went to more private desires.
  2667. >She knew she wouldn’t be staying at the bar much longer, but still wanted to have some fun.
  2668. >She remembered her growing need to pee.
  2669.  
  2670. ”Ah, yes… heheh…”
  2671. >The mare began to blush, probably due more to her plan for that night than the drink. She walked back int-
  2672. WHAM
  2673. >The door from the bar shot open, throwing Redheart on the floor. She looked over from her heap, seeing only the rump of a quickly running Lyra getting smaller.
  2674. >”Bon Bon… you owe me for this.”
  2675. >The now very annoyed Redheart got up, returning to her seat, hoping for some sorta explanation.
  2676. >Instead, the bartender, Mac, was busy yelling up a storm.
  2677. >Some poor employee was mopping up a bunch of broken glass and spilled cider.
  2678. >Patrons were looking on wide eyed, a bit worried.
  2679. “Damnit Lyra! You stupid horse! Hey, Mac! What happened?”
  2680. >The Pegasus smacked his face with a hoof.
  2681. >”I don’t know. I just saw a flash of magic and then all this glass and booze…”
  2682. ”Did you see where Lyra went?”
  2683. >”I think she left with that drunken Berry… Hey, make sure you tell Lyra she isn’t welcome back until she pays for this.”
  2684. “She… SHE DITCHED ME FOR THAT DRUNKARD!?”
  2685. >The pony cleaning up the glass stopped cleaning.
  2686. >”Hey, we could play a drinking game together after my shift! Could be a lot of fun.”
  2687. >The nurse and barkeep both gave him disapproving looks.
  2688. >”Er, I’ll just keep cleaning.”
  2689. >Redheart was ready to storm out when she noticed a bottle of wine on her seat.
  2690. “Ah, looks like she at least left me a gift for my trouble…”
  2691. “Maybe tonight isn’t wasted after all…”
  2692. >She left the bar, feeling the pressure building up in her bladder even more.
  2693.  
  2694. >Minutes earlier…
  2695. >”THAT’S IT! I AM DONE WITH YOU!”
  2696. >A zap of magic flashed out of Lyra’s horn, blasting the unsuspecting Berry directly.
  2697. >A large flash of magic lights and sparkles flooded the bar.
  2698. >Then, as the surprise died down, Lyra saw her mistake.
  2699. >What was supposed to be a simple spell to drench Berry in conjured wine had some unforeseen consequences.
  2700. >Where a pony used to be, there was now only a bottle of alcohol.
  2701. >Berry Punch: 100 Proof
  2702. >Lyra panicked, turning around, and sprinted out of the bar…
  2703.  
  2704. >By the time Redheart made it home she was beginning to show signs of desperation.
  2705. >She’d give her leg a little hop and push her thighs together.
  2706. >She went straight to her bedroom, stopping only to lock her front door.
  2707. >Gently tossing the bottle of wine onto her bed, she opened the closet.
  2708. >She brought out a large package and a bottle of foal powder.
  2709. >She ripped open the bag, pulling out a thick, white rectangle.
  2710. >By now she was hopping and dancing to hold her aching bladder.
  2711. >The crinkly square folded out onto her bed.
  2712. >Redheart hopped back onto the diaper, taking time to quite thoroughly powder her rump.
  2713. “Ah… I need to hurry…”
  2714. >She quickly taped the diaper up; making sure it was extra snug in anticipation for a large wetting.
  2715. >Her diaper secure, she rolled over and grabbed the bottle of Berry Punch.
  2716. “Hehhe… bottoms up!”
  2717. >The heavily blushing pony popped the top of the bottle, taking a hard, long drink.
  2718. “AH! Oh Celestia, this is STRONG!”
  2719. >A loud hissing filled the room.
  2720. “Mmmmm… Ah, I guess you didn’t COMPLETELY ruin my night, Lyra.”
  2721. >She took another drink, her diaper still swelling and growing warm.
  2722. >She rolled up to her pillows and hugged a few tightly into her chest.
  2723. “Ooh… thish is good… I am gonna have to buy some more of this.”
  2724. >The nurse rolled around, happily giggling, still releasing her once engorged bladder.
  2725. >Finally she was done, sighing contently; her snout buried in the warm comfort of her numerous pillows.
  2726. >A grin grew on her face.
  2727.  
  2728. >She finished the rest of the alcohol with one final chug.
  2729. “Ahhhh! Thish ish makin’ me feel really… nice ‘n warm. hehheheh”
  2730. >Redheart was awash in a sea of gentle, warm buzzing, and soft, squishy crinkles.
  2731. >She could almost feel the drink sloshing around her bladder and inside her stomach.
  2732. >The drink was really getting to her and she wanted to have some fun.
  2733. >Her rhythmic motions started slow at first.
  2734. >Her hips gently rocked into the pillow she was hugging.
  2735. >Soon, however, they became faster and a bit deeper.
  2736. “Ah~”
  2737. >Her inhibitions fully gone, she let her body use the diaper for its intended purpose.
  2738. “Unngh~”
  2739. >A solid mass and wet warmth spread across her backside, pulling the diaper firmly against her sensitive parts.
  2740. >This made the grinding into the pillow only more pleasurable.
  2741. >The thrusts became harder and faster.
  2742. >She panted and moaned, biting onto the pillow and pulling her head back.
  2743. >It was almost like the diaper was squishing itself into her.
  2744. “Ahhh!~”
  2745. >With a few final deep and erratic thrusts she was put over the edge.
  2746. >She tensed up, the warm dizziness of the alcohol and the orgasm causing her to nearly lose consciousness.
  2747. >Finally the intensity subsided, and Redheart fell down into her pile of warm and drool soaked pillows.
  2748. >She fell into a deep and peaceful slumber, safe in knowing her diaper was protecting her from any accidents.
  2749.  
  2750. >You are now just a bottle of booze.
  2751. >Well, at least that’s what all the ponies in town have told her.
  2752. >This time, however, she really WAS a bottle of booze.
  2753. >Suddenly becoming 100 proof was giving her a really good buzz. If only it wasn’t so weak she might have even been drunk.
  2754. >But she would have liked that too much.
  2755. >All things considered, Berry wasn’t too upset at her current situation.
  2756. >She was intoxicated, didn’t have to pay for it, and in an odd way, got free booze.
  2757. >The only problem was that she couldn’t move or speak, just gently slosh around the inside of the bottle.
  2758. “Sheleshtia… ohoho, dis ish good…”
  2759. >She would have said, given she had a mouth.
  2760. >While enjoying being what she so loved, Berry finally noticed that she was now being carried away.
  2761. >Lyra’s friend, the nurse, had taken her.
  2762. >Well, Berry couldn’t complain. She was sure she’d be taken to Twilight’s library to get transformed back or something.
  2763. >She enjoyed the dizzy sloshing.
  2764. >Then, as soon as it began, it seemed to end. She was now plopped on top of a bed.
  2765. “Well thish is weird…”
  2766. >Her buzz was starting to fade and she could start making out where she was.
  2767. >A bed room.
  2768. >And… huh, is that a hoof picking her up?
  2769. “OW!”
  2770. >She thought, as her cork was so disrespectfully pulled out!
  2771. >Then she realized what was happening.
  2772. “AHH! Celestia help me! I’ll never drink again!”
  2773. >But it was too late. She saw the waiting teeth of the nurse.
  2774. >She flowed over the tongue and down the long throat before settling in a dark, warm, and sloshy place.
  2775.  
  2776. >She might not have minded, but she could feel her drunkenness leave her quickly.
  2777. >Clearly this pony drank her and was absorbing the booze she spent all night drinking!
  2778. >A bit angry, she started doing her best to slosh around.
  2779. >It didn’t do anything but she kept trying.
  2780. >This was the worst possible thing. She was COMPLETELY sober.
  2781. >The warm and sticky walls gurgled and gently undulated.
  2782. >She lost herself in the rhythmic motions.
  2783. >It felt like she was getting smaller but wider at the same time.
  2784. >After a few hours, Berry felt like her place had moved.
  2785. >Now she was in a much smaller place.
  2786. >She began sloshing some more, trying to get a feel of it.
  2787. >The walls felt tight, not soft and wavy like the last place.
  2788. >But then…
  2789. >She was flowing out somewhere at a high speed!
  2790. >She couldn’t believe it… ponies told her she smelled like piss before, but this was ridiculous!
  2791. >After the flowing feeling stopped she collected her wits.
  2792. >Instead of her liquidy sorta feeling she now felt a bit thicker.
  2793. >A bit squishier.
  2794. >And a bit smellier.
  2795. >And utterly sober.
  2796. >She just hoped she hadn’t ended up in the toilet. Last time that happened she couldn’t get the smell out for a week.
  2797. >Feeling heavy and exhausted, her new consciousness faded.
  2798.  
  2799. >It was another beautiful day in Equestria.
  2800. >Celestia’s sun shined through the window, illuminating the smiling and still sleeping Redheart.
  2801. >Her eyes stirred and opened. She took in the sun and started stretching a bit.
  2802. >She rolled over, sighing contently.
  2803. >But half way through the roll her lower body didn’t follow.
  2804. >Throwing the bed sheets off of her she saw what was stopping her.
  2805. >Her diaper had grown to a MASSIVE size.
  2806. “W-wow… these new diapers really ARE the most absorbent!”
  2807. >The nurse, in a bit of a hungover state, rolled back over into her pillows.
  2808. >She became flushed.
  2809. “Ah… I think I know what can help my headache.”
  2810. “I guess one more time won’t be too much…”
  2811. >The nurse decided for a repeat of the last night’s activities.
  2812. >She shoved her face into the pillows, beginning to rhythmically grind the massive diaper into the bed.
  2813.  
  2814. “Oh… it’s so squishy… I… ungh~”
  2815. >She bucked deeper and deeper but still could find no bottom.
  2816. >Her loins felt like they were sinking into a sea of squishy pleasure.
  2817. “unf~”
  2818. >She reached back with her forehooves, pushing the diaper even deeper into herself.
  2819. >She was thrusting harder and faster than she ever had before.
  2820. >The diaper felt like it was helping her, moving at its own will.
  2821. >Finally, with one last push, she bit down onto her pillow and felt her entire body turn white.
  2822. >Her eyes rolled back, she moaned, and felt her juices flood the diaper, warming it back up.
  2823. >Finally, after what felt like an eternity in pleasure bordering on painfully intense, she relaxed.
  2824. >She collapsed back in the bed, panting and gasping.
  2825. >Feeling more satisfied than she had in years, she finally rolled over, forcing the diaper to follow along.
  2826. >However, at the end of the roll, the tapes popped, causing the diaper to plop back.
  2827. >The nurse panicked, and threw off her sheets to make sure that she wouldn’t dirty the fabric.
  2828. >What she saw under the sheets made her freeze up.
  2829. >A sticky, warm mass of wine-colored goo lay in her diaper, engulfing her nethers
  2830. >Redheart watched in worried curiosity as the goo began to move, twisting itself into a new shape
  2831. >A pony's head emerged from the blob, complete with a gooey mane, sculpted into a familiar style
  2832. >”Ungh… hey, that tasted awful. Can I get some vodka instead?”
  2833. >The nurse screamed.
  2834.  
  2835. ###########
  2836.  
  2837. LunAnoN
  2838.  
  2839. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17611348/#17630301
  2840.  
  2841. >You are Anon
  2842. >Be in Equestria
  2843. >Staying in Twilight's Library
  2844. >Nobody is home
  2845. >You are enjoying yourself in your own time
  2846. >Take out secret supplies
  2847. >Sitting around wearing a large diaper just relaxing
  2848. >Suddenly Twilight comes in the door
  2849. >"Anon... Whaaat are you... doing?"
  2850.  
  2851. What would you do?
  2852.  
  2853. ###########
  2854.  
  2855. SortANon
  2856.  
  2857. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20549776/#20611581
  2858.  
  2859. >Twilight lay on a pillow in the Canterlot Library
  2860. >As usual she was engrossed in book
  2861. >Her eyes glanced over the book for a second, making sure she wasn't being observed before moving into a more comfortable position
  2862. >It wouldn't do for anypony to see her squirming around like a foal who'd drunk too much juice
  2863. >She felt a fullness in her abdomen, but her bladder wasn't straining yet.
  2864. >She had come to enjoy the subtle sensation of fullness, associating it with a good reading session.
  2865. >She knew she could read another couple chapters before she would be forced to make a trip to the little fillies' room
  2866. >She focused back on the book and her worldly concerns melted away for countless minutes
  2867.  
  2868. >There was a pop and a flash of light as Princess Celestia materialized out of thin air to stand before her
  2869. >Startled, Twilight jumped to her hooves
  2870. >In her surprise she left a bit sized wet patch on the pillow and a warm patch of fur on her coat before she managed to wrestle back control.
  2871. >She didn't know how much time had passed, but she now felt a definite strain on her holding muscles which was much worse now that she was standing
  2872. >"Did you forget about our lesson today?" Celestia asked, her normally comforting tone sending a sense of dread into the pit of Twilight's stomach
  2873.  
  2874. >"Of course not Princess, I must have just uh... lost track of time" She laughed nervously, a couple times the action bringing spasams of pain from her stretched bladder
  2875. >If the Princess had noticed her student's predicament she had made no sign of it
  2876. >"Well I suppose it's somewhat my fault as well, I had a meeting that ran late" The princess started walking towards the exit, with the obvious intent that Twilight follow her.
  2877. >Twilight's thoughts ran wild
  2878. I can't just ask Princess Celestia if I can go to the bathroom, she would think I was a foal! What if she's disappointed in me? What if she doesn't want me as her student anymore? What if she sends me back to Magic Kindergarden?!
  2879. >Her heart raced, and she felt her desperation grow even further, forcing her rear legs to press together
  2880. >No. She told herself. You're a grown filly and you can handle yourself. You'll just have to wait until the lesson is over.
  2881. >With her new found resolve she focused on keeping holding muscles in check and tried to walk naturally as she followed the princess out of the library.
  2882. >Each step sent a shooting pain up her abdomen as her bladder bounced
  2883. >Focusing on keeping her stride as smooth as possible she didn't notice the princess had stopped until she collided with her back leg.
  2884. >Twilight's thighs slammed together trying desperately to stop her bladder from releasing all over the floor.
  2885. >She succeeded, but felt a trickle of warm urine snake down her back left, no doubt leaving a stain
  2886.  
  2887. >"Are you feeling alright Twilight?" Asked Celestia, "You seem... distracted"
  2888. >Panic seized Twilight's brain for a second as she thought she was found out
  2889. >"Nope." She put on a nervous grin, losing volume control for a second "I'm fine, it's nothing at all!"
  2890. >If princess Celestia had been any less of a stoic she might have raised an eyebrow
  2891. >"Don't stay up too late studying Twilight, it makes you unable to concentrate during the day."
  2892. >Sweat had broken out on Twilight's forehead.
  2893. >"Uh... yes, of course Princess, I'm just feeling tired."
  2894. >Her bladder felt like a rock against her pelvis.
  2895. >Opening the door into her chambers Princess Celestia motioned her young student inside.
  2896. >The filly had only been her student for a few months and already she could see how brilliant she could be
  2897. >Apart from her enormous mana pool which she had made obvious in her magic test, she was a quick to grasp new concepts, absorbing information nearly as fast as she could teach it.
  2898. >There were certain areas that could use improvement, her social skills for one, the filly could drive herself into a panic attack over the most basic social interactions.
  2899. >Now granted she was young for the classes she was taking, but sobbing for 45 minutes because she was too embarrassed to ask for another quill during a test was a little much
  2900. >She was going to have to do something to get that filly into more social situations.
  2901.  
  2902. >"I thought we could have this lesson over tea." Explained the princess, gesturing to two pillows on either side of a teapot
  2903. Just one more hour, thought Twilight
  2904. >As she took her place opposite the princess, Twilight tried to find a position that alleviated some of the pressure without looking like she was squirming too much
  2905. >The princess levitated a cup of tea to her young student who grimaced as she diverted some of her focus to take the tea cup in her magic.
  2906. >She took a sip, her body shaking with the effort. Her mind was fuzzy, and she couldn't form a coherent thought beyond-
  2907. Oh no, I'm going to wet myself, I need to hold it.
  2908. >The princess watched as her student took a second sip, shaking like a leaf, the princess eyes widened in concern
  2909. >That's when she noticed her student's hoof had subconsciously moved itself to press against her crotch. Surely her student wasn't so shy that she couldn't ask...
  2910. >"Uh, Twilight do you need the restroom?"
  2911. >"No" Twilight shook her head as somewhere inside her a switch tripped and her bladder began to empty full force against her hoof, soaking through the pillow and spreading out into a puddle on the marble floor.
  2912. >It took Twilight a full five seconds to realize what she was doing.
  2913. >He irises contracted to pinpricks and she sat frozen as her bladder continued to empty without any control on her part.
  2914. >Then she began to cry.
  2915. >She cried for what felt like forever, until she was enveloped in a warm glow of golden magic.
  2916.  
  2917. >Twilight's surprise stopped her tears as she realized that her bladder was now empty and the princess had enveloped her in the golden glow of her telekinesis
  2918. >The sticky, warm wetness of her embarrassing accident was swept away leaving her coat feeling dry and clean.
  2919. >"Hush now, my little pony." The Princess cooed softly, "It wasn't your fault."
  2920. >Twilight was aware that she was being gently rocked in the princess' magic, as a mother would a foal, but she was too exhausted to feel embarrassed
  2921. >"You couldn't help it." She gently set the filly down on the newly cleaned pillow, "The fault was all mine. It seems you have more to learn than I thought."
  2922. >The princess conjured something white and rectangular.
  2923. >Twilight's calm was shattered...
  2924. >"Th...That's a diaper!" the filly cried, "I don't need diapers!"
  2925. >She shook her hooves around on the bed where she had been levitated, doing a very poor job of proving she was not a foal.
  2926. >"Today's performance would say otherwise" explained the princess, "No you need these more than you think."
  2927. >"Don't worry about the other students, I'm placing a spell on them to make them invisible."
  2928. >The princess didn't bother placing the diaper, instead there was a poof as the diaper re-materialized, perfectly fitted to Twilight's rump.
  2929. >There was another flash as the diaper was rendered invisible.
  2930. >"We will begin your next area of study next lesson. And try not to worry too much, it's only temporary."
  2931.  
  2932. >As Twilight left the castle with her mother she felt exhausted
  2933. >Her padded rear felt wrong, especially when she could look back at her flank and see that there was nothing there.
  2934. >Nopony else seemed to notice it, and for that she was grateful.
  2935. >As they walked along the windswept Canterlot streets, Twilight felt a shiver of cold, and a familiar dull ache in her lower abdomen
  2936. >She kept up the her conversation with her mother about what she had learned that day (omitting the embarrassing incident)
  2937. >It wasn't far to reach home, and she was confident in her ability to hold it
  2938. >She was already wearing a diaper and she wasn't about to make herself look life even more of a foal by asking to use the restroom in a store.
  2939. >As they reached the house Twilight's holding muscles were aching from their previous exertion
  2940. >She dashed for the bathroom immediately and her mother displayed a knowing smile.
  2941. >She knew her daughter's expressions well enough to know when she had to go, and had been waiting for her to ask, she wouldn't learn otherwise.
  2942. >Twilight locked the door to the bathroom and half ran, half slid over to the toilet.
  2943. >She was about to relieve herself, but she remembered just in time the invisible garment she was wearing.
  2944. >She pulled the tapes with her magic and the dry padding came away easily, becoming visible for a second before flashing out of existence.
  2945. >An experimental hoof confirmed that it was gone, and not just invisible. The embarrassing underwear was gone.
  2946.  
  2947. >A sudden spike of pressure reminded Twilight of her urgent need, just barely making it over the toilet in time.
  2948. >Her normal anxiety over urinating too loudly was forgotten as a shudder of relief swept through her body.
  2949. >The stream splashing loudly into the toilet as her holding muscles were finally given her permission to relax.
  2950. I have got to stop cutting it so close, thought Twilight
  2951. >With her body relaxed and the embarrassing underwear vanished she could almost believe that Celestia's talk with her today had been a dream
  2952. >Surely something that crazy had to be a dream right? Princess Celestia treating her like a foal? Having a massive bathroom accident in front of her?
  2953. >By the time Twilight was ready to leave the bathroom she had all but convinced herself that she had imagined the whole thing
  2954.  
  2955. >"Twilight, Dinner!" Called her mother
  2956. >"Coming!" She called out, making her way down the stairs
  2957. >As she reached the table she felt a crinkle as she sat down
  2958. No! She thought frantically. It can't be!
  2959. >He hoof shot down to her crotch, feeling the invisible padding that covered it once again.
  2960. >Her mother noticed this strange action and gave her a concerned look.
  2961. >"Are you alright darling?" She asked, "Did you remember to go to the bathroom?"
  2962. >"Yes! I mean no! I mean yes, it's fine!" She strutted face turning red.
  2963. >"...alright then" Said her mother worriedly.
  2964.  
  2965. >That night as Twilight was tucked into bed she recalled the strange day she had experienced
  2966. >She had attempted to remove the diaper a second time, only to have it refuse to budge.
  2967. >She grew frantic at the thought of what was going to happen when she needed the bathroom again, only to have the the diaper come off easily when she was preparing to go to bed.
  2968. >It seemed that the diaper could only be removed inside a bathroom, which she supposed made sense if it was going to become visible before disappearing.
  2969. >Once again, a fresh diaper had silently appeared around her waist once she left the bathroom
  2970. >Against the soft mattress she could barely feel the padding.
  2971. >It had been an exhausting day and she was more than ready to go to sleep.
  2972. >Perhaps these diapers weren't so bad, if they were invisible and could be removed when needed
  2973. >She drifted off to sleep with one less worry on her mind.
  2974.  
  2975. >Twilight awoke to a familiar, but dreaded sensation
  2976. >A spreading, warm wet sensation combined with a feeling of numbing relief
  2977. >She realized too late that she was wetting the bed.
  2978. >She didn't wet the bed often, but it was not unheard of
  2979. >She froze in fear at the thought of the embarrassment that awaited her outside her warm bed
  2980. >She reached down a hoof to check the damage... and felt nothing but dry sheets.
  2981. >That didn't make sense, and forced her to wake up fully
  2982. >She suddenly recalled the previous day, and the garment she was wearing.
  2983. >Hesitantly she poked at it with a hoof
  2984. >It squished. The padding had expanded to many times its original size, but left the bed completely dry
  2985. >With a furtive glance to make sure nopony was looking she pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed
  2986. >The invisible underwear hung down further than it had before, squishing slightly as she tried to walk normally
  2987. >It made no sounds, but she could feel it.
  2988. >Reaching the bathroom she stripped it off and it hit the floor with a wet 'thwap' before disappearing like the others
  2989. >Her coat around her rump was wet and beginning to cool into an itchy, sticky patch
  2990. >As she thought about how she was going to clean it a warm breeze appeared as if from nowhere, leaving her coat felling clean and crisp, as if she had just taken a shower.
  2991. >Returning to bed she felt the now familiar padding appear around her.
  2992. >It made her feel safe and secure.
  2993. >Maybe the Princes was right after all.
  2994.  
  2995. >It had been years since Princess Celestia's "Special lessons" and Twilight was long since past her second stint in diapers
  2996. >After it had been made clear to her that it was not the Princess' for Twilight to use the diapers in preference to an actual bathroom, or to extend studying sessions, it didn't take long for Twilight to learn the appropriate social etiquette for urination and to manage her social phobias with the Princess' instruction and guidance.
  2997. >It had taken some getting used to, going without her invisible protection after a month of wearing them, but the Princess had been determined to withdraw them, and eventually she managed.
  2998. >Yet here she was, all these years later with comforting padding around her waist. It made her feel safe, secure, relaxed
  2999. >When she felt she couldn't handle the stress she had taken to wearing them.
  3000. >Having carefully analyzed the princess' spell she could make the diaper invisible, but alone in her tower she kept it visible as a comforting reminder.
  3001. >She rarely used them, but she had, on occasion released her burden, so to speak.
  3002. >She didn't like to admit it, but it seemed like she was encountering stressful situations more and more, and she slept in one almost every night
  3003. It's not like I'm hurting anypony. She rationalised
  3004. >at the same time she sometimes worried - what if Princess Celestia found her out?
  3005.  
  3006. ...
  3007.  
  3008. >It was exam season at CSGU
  3009. >Even though she totally wasn't one to freak out over tests, she couldn't help but feel little nervous at the prospect of final examinations.
  3010. >If she passed all of her exams this week she would be ready to move on to her post graduate studies.
  3011. >She had done her best, studying furiously over the past month, and while she was as prepared as anypony could hope to be, this did little to ease her anxiety.
  3012. >She drank mostly coffee and survived mostly off the calories in the sugar she mixed into it.
  3013. >She slept by taking half hour naps every four hours
  3014. >Much to her embarrassment she had had... well she wasn't quite sure what to call it.
  3015. >Was it still an accident if you were wearing protective underwear?
  3016. >She had deliberately wet herself before, in private, but this had been unintentional.
  3017. >Had she subconsciously known she was wearing one and decided to go, or had her overstressed body given up and had a bathroom accident?
  3018. >She wasn't sure, but thinking about it frightened her.
  3019. >She normally went without protection during the day, visible or not, unless she was safely in her bedroom.
  3020. >What if this happened when she wasn't wearing one? WHAT IF IT HAPPENED IN PUBLIC?!
  3021. >She felt a comforting crinkle under her hoof as she felt her protection, reassuring her that all was well
  3022. >She had made it a rule never to make use of them in public
  3023. >Even if they were invisible, she couldn't change them until she got to a bathroom and it made her feel icky.
  3024.  
  3025. ###########
  3026.  
  3027. anoymust
  3028.  
  3029. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17611348/#17672883
  3030.  
  3031. "what dress? Tia?"
  3032. >"This dress!"
  3033. >Celestia raised an onesie from no where
  3034. "Is that? for. Foals? Wait?! Did you?"
  3035. >Ceslestia slowly nodded up and down as a sign of 'yes'
  3036. "t-turned m-me to. a foal?"
  3037. >Celestia grinned a little and said "yes"
  3038. "wha?!"
  3039. >Then unexpectedly Luna fainted
  3040. >fewhourslater.jpg
  3041. "ugh...Tia I jus-" what in the Equestria?!, Luna thought
  3042. >as Luna got up to an upright sitting position, she tried examining the surroundings
  3043. "...bars?...wait, there's pillows here...is that. A mobile?!"
  3044. >Luna examined her self just to see-
  3045. "WHAT?! Tia must be kidding me. An onesie?! I thought it wa-"
  3046. >*click*
  3047. >"OH! I think my little sister is awake"
  3048. "Tia! why are you doing this to me?"
  3049. >"Oh nothing, I just want to take care of my little sis."
  3050. >Celestia levitated Luna up to her snout, muzzle to muzzle
  3051. >"well I think you'll need a time out 'little' sis"
  3052.  
  3053. "What do you mean, Time out?"
  3054. >"oh, you don't get it do you? after a thousands years, I sent you to the moon when you were a foal, and I haven't got a chance to take care of you. And now then, I got a chance again, to take care of you"
  3055. >as the time pass on, in the conversation about 'the past' Luna was settled down on the floor
  3056. "sister, wait. I got this strange thing on my rump. wait! is this?"
  3057. >Celestia grinned "a diaper? yes"
  3058. >Luna gasp in terror, but it's cute because she's a foal, it's just like a yawn for Celestia
  3059. "But sis-"
  3060. >Celestia plugged a pacifier straight to Luna's mouth
  3061. >"shush now, my foal. so where do we start?"
  3062. "mmhhppp" was Luna can only answer.
  3063. >then, a weird sound interrupted the both sisters
  3064. >*grrrrrrmmmbbbbbblllll*
  3065. >"I guess somepony is hungry".
  3066. all Luna can do is "thuckle".
  3067.  
  3068. anoymust
  3069.  
  3070. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16964095/#16997457
  3071.  
  3072. >"anon!, stop it!"
  3073. "you'll have to wear a diaper, because this is a long ride to las pegasus"
  3074. >"How if I just fly to las pegasus anon?"
  3075. "nahh, I wan't a normal road trip with my favorite girl"
  3076. >"But why did you wan't me to wear this diaper!?"
  3077. "I've already told you. It's a long trip"
  3078. >"uuuggggghhhhh"
  3079. "Now Rainbow dash wear this diaper like a big mare"
  3080. >"uuuggghhh. How about we make stop overs?"
  3081. "Rainbow dash, don't worry you're not alone"
  3082. >"whaa???"
  3083. "yes. me too. There's no stop overs here in Equestria. So again wear this diaper and we will buckle up for to road trip"
  3084. >"uuuggghhh...ok"
  3085. "Good mare, so lie down for me"
  3086. >"Seriously?"
  3087. "Just do it"
  3088. >"so...what is our route?"
  3089. "you're too small to learn that kind of words"
  3090. >"uuugghhhh"
  3091. >as anon applied the diaper under her flank Rainbow dash raised a hoof for a second then she put it down quickly. With a little blush
  3092. "ok we're done! So let's go to car now."
  3093. >"you know it's hard to walk with this thing on"
  3094. "well why don't you fly then?"
  3095. >"oh" she blushed more, because she thought she will be carried by anon like a little foal
  3096. "so jump in"
  3097. >"am I going to sit in that do hikey thing?"
  3098. "it's called a Foal's car seat. This was especially build for foals"
  3099. >"oh. whatever"
  3100. >she just sit there like she wanted to be like a foal
  3101. >"a...anon. Why do we have t-" Rainbow dash was interrupted to the clicks of the safety belts
  3102. >at the last part where one of the strap starting from the bottom. She blushed at the click of it. Maybe she's enjoying the press of the belt to her little marehood
  3103. "so...we're good to go!"
  3104. >"umm ano-" she was again interrupted by the slam of the door
  3105. "so. let's go!"
  3106. >anon stepped at the pedal like there's no tomorrow and Rainbow dash din't have a chance to ask anon why the diaper is so necessary
  3107.  
  3108. ###########
  3109.  
  3110. anoymust
  3111.  
  3112. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17179762/#17228325
  3113.  
  3114. let me try some thin
  3115.  
  3116. >you're ponka pie
  3117. >one day you we're curious about how the twin thinks
  3118. >they always babble in curiosity as they try out every thing new
  3119. >but then unexpectedly Pound Cake cried out loud breaking you in your curiosity thinking
  3120. >"Oh!, Pinkie can you on the twins?" Mrs.Cake shout
  3121. "oki doky"
  3122. >as you stand up from your curiosity chair
  3123. >you suddenly realized the stench from Pound Cake
  3124. "pweyu!, You really messthat up ey?"
  3125. >the horrible smell kept increasing in pain to your nose. But you just ignored it because something just went to your mind
  3126. >what does it fell to use that kind of garment. as that thought came to your mind over and over you mistaken to take 2 instead of 1 diaper from the changing table
  3127. >then you felt something tapping your hind legs
  3128. >it's Pound Cake. But it's in a state of sobbing
  3129. "okie to go up!"
  3130. >you reached down to get Pound Cake. The pain became more painful
  3131. >you just ignored the smell again
  3132. >as you let Pound Cake to lie down on the changing table suddenly Mr.Cake arrives
  3133. >"I'll take it here again pinkie"
  3134. >your head paused, you let your head hanging above his diaper
  3135. >"oh yea!, pinkie, can you help Mom for a moment? She really needed some help. Oh so many costumers this days"
  3136.  
  3137. Should I start again?
  3138.  
  3139. ###########
  3140.  
  3141. anoymust
  3142.  
  3143. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17250470/#17259559
  3144.  
  3145. as spike repeat that sentence in his mind 'If you wish to act like a baby, you will now be my baby' he wondered, what will happen to his life? will his slavery come to an end? will the purple unicorn embarrass his in front of his friends? what will happen?
  3146.  
  3147. as he slowly nods in the way of a slight agree about that 'baby thing' because he 'accidentally' sent Twilight's diary to the princess he knew that there was something in there. Something that is related about motherhood that's why she said 'if you wish to act like a baby, you will be my baby'
  3148.  
  3149. as the punishment continues Twilight started to talk about the punishment "Okey, Spike you'll have to wear that garment until told you to stop"
  3150.  
  3151. "B-but, Twilight, w-why?" as the dragon sobs worsens
  3152.  
  3153. "I've already told you that don't look at my diary!. It's full of personal stuff you know!" as Twilight scream in anger
  3154.  
  3155. "B-but I tripped! and accidentally sent it to the pri-princess". As the dragon cry the alicorn grinned in secrete because she knew what will happen in the future
  3156.  
  3157. while spike sobs and can't stand up due to the diaper is so thick and his arms are restrained. Some one knocked at the door
  3158.  
  3159. "delivery for Princess Twilight, and, umm, OH! it's from the Princess Celestia!" as Spike heard the name he reacted and tried to wobble away from the library and to the kitchen
  3160.  
  3161. "oh no you don't" as Twilight pulled Spike with her, she let Spike to sit on her
  3162.  
  3163. as the door opened Twilight came jumped a little bit in surprised. It's a large box
  3164.  
  3165. "Ok Princess, I'll just Inform Princess Celestia that you received the packed. Um can you just sign here?" as Twilight signed the paper the deliverypony gasped "Oh Princess! is your baby?" Spike face redden
  3166.  
  3167. "of I'm just baby sitting. And good bye!" she suddenly pulled the box in and shut the door loudly
  3168.  
  3169. Spike was curious. Twilight never did this receiving her mail. Did it have to do with what he saw in her diary?
  3170.  
  3171. "Twilight?" Spike began hesitantly, "W-what's in the mail?"
  3172.  
  3173. Removing the clear tape gave the purple princess free range with the contents inside the box. She dove her hooves inside of the cardboard cube, through dozens upon dozens of white "S"-shaped objects that floated downward to the floor. Finding the item of interest, she grabbed them with her hooves, revealing a large package of diapers for colts. "Oh, something for you," she devilishly remarked.
  3174.  
  3175. ###########
  3176.  
  3177. anoymust
  3178.  
  3179. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16710381/#16761389
  3180.  
  3181. oh yea my crappy story is kinda canceled...either anons read it or not...but I was day dreaming since the thread started....and now going to apply it here...and that is still on going
  3182. >warning EqG reference involved
  3183. >please forgive my grammar due to that I'm an Asian
  3184. >and this will be weird
  3185.  
  3186. it goes like this
  3187.  
  3188. there were two anon a boy and a girl
  3189. they were in high school
  3190. they were not boyfriend and girlfriend due to the girl already had a boyfriend
  3191. >so who are you?
  3192. you're the girls closest friend, only a friend
  3193. then you have to speak to the principal
  3194. it has taken hours and it's already 8:36
  3195. you walked out the school and sat beside the statue of the school which is a small guy with a horse...Wait it's Polo...
  3196. you sat there and think what you have done
  3197. then the girl came by just to submit a project
  3198. and then she saw you
  3199. she just ignored and continue
  3200. she then came back...and now staring at you
  3201. you raised your head and said "what?"
  3202. she tilted her head to the left and said "what's wrong?"
  3203. then she came near you
  3204. as she came closer a raccoon run by and tripped her on you
  3205. as she lands on you
  3206. the wall/face of the statue open before your eyes
  3207. you felt different
  3208. you tried letting your hands in
  3209. while doing that you heard screaming outside the portal
  3210. you felt something pulling you
  3211. yea it's kinda crap...now we're going green text and that story is just a sketch...I'm just going to focus on the girl because I'm a girl and my day dream is focused on the girl too...yea I'm going to start later...time to go to work!
  3212.  
  3213. OK let me start again
  3214.  
  3215. >one day there was a two high school students of the poetiak high school
  3216. >they are a boy and girl which is only ordinary
  3217. >but the girl already had a boyfriend and the boy still din't have a girl
  3218. >as they spent the time in the class room talking and talking until the bell.
  3219. >before we can walkout the boy was called by the teacher
  3220. >"Umm, AnonB! can I have a minute?"
  3221. >the boy turned around and waved at me
  3222. >"oh you can go AnonG."
  3223. >as I left and went home. I looked inside the my bag and saw my project
  3224. "I must go back and leave this on the table"
  3225. >It's already 5:15
  3226. >as I scoot to the school, I saw the boy sitting beside our school statue
  3227. >as I ignored him and walk straight pass him. I entered the school
  3228. >at the hall way, and almost reaching to the faculty I heard some one fapping and ignored it
  3229. >as I came closer the became more louder
  3230. >soon I opened the door and then some one shouted
  3231. >"WAIT!, DON'T GO IN!"
  3232. >as I thought it was our principal due to it's very deep voice
  3233. >then he opened the door and asked me
  3234. >"what are you doing by this time?"
  3235. "I was just going to leave this here."
  3236. >as I put the project down to the floor, I turned and left. like nothing happened
  3237. >as I reach the end I can still saw the boy
  3238. >as I came closer a raccoon passed by and tripped me
  3239. >as I land over him
  3240. >I saw his head...the cut was like a katana cut
  3241. >as I scream in panic I pulled him by his legs and dragged him
  3242. >then he said
  3243. >"the fuck girl? over there is weird!"
  3244. "what do you mean?"
  3245. >"It's a portal!"
  3246. >in shock you were surprised by how he tried to crawl in to the wormhole
  3247. >then a hand appeared, and taunting me to come
  3248. >I hold his hand and then he pulled me!
  3249. >as I wake up I felt me fingers and toes are missing
  3250. >shit they are missing
  3251. >and why I can see my ba-
  3252. >wait am I a pony?
  3253.  
  3254. >as both of as weirdly look and stared
  3255. >I shouted
  3256. "We're ponies!"
  3257. >I shouted in a cute way
  3258. >then the boy said
  3259. >"aahh this is kinda weird"
  3260. >then a shadow rise up from nowhere
  3261. >then me and him looked up
  3262. >and saw Celestia
  3263. >I shouted again
  3264. "OH GOD CELESTIA!"
  3265. >Celestia was shocked
  3266. >then the AnonB shouted
  3267. >"run AnonG!"
  3268. >I run as quick as I can reaching for the mirror
  3269. >we both got there safe and It's weird that I'm over him
  3270. >"get off me"
  3271. "oh ok"
  3272. >"what the heck, where was that!?"
  3273. "I think the cartoon that I watched leak and combined with the real world"
  3274. >"I don't care, I just wanna go home"
  3275. "oh you wanna ride me scoopy, scotter?"
  3276. >"yea sure"
  3277. >as we scoot along the block I stop
  3278. >"why did you stop?"
  3279. "this is my home."
  3280. >"Well I guess I'm walking...Ok see ya bye"
  3281. >I felt weird with him even tho I already have a boyfriend
  3282. >before I can park my scooter
  3283. >some thing grabbed me but the scooter was ok due to the single stand
  3284. >I was unconscious due to how the bag grabbed me
  3285. >as I woke up
  3286. >in blur vision
  3287. >I saw a black blue face
  3288. >as my vision clears I saw Luna
  3289. >"how cute,I guess my two widdle foals were sleeping like a couple"
  3290. >wait 'couple'?
  3291. >as I turned my head I the boy I shouted
  3292. "ANONB!"
  3293. >his eyes darted on my mouth with a weird stare
  3294. >then Luna gasp and shouted "ahhh!, don't be a big mare my little mare!"
  3295. >then she inserted a pacifier in my mouth
  3296. >then AnonB said "let us go, now!"
  3297. >again Luna gasps and cried
  3298. >then Celestia came and said "such misbehaved foal there!"
  3299. >then she lift AnonB out of the crib and remove his diaper
  3300. >wait speaking of diaper am I we-
  3301. >yes I'm wearing one...It's kinda soft and comfy...
  3302. >as she sat like Lyra on the bed
  3303. >she laid down AnonB on her lap and started spanking him on his flank
  3304. >hearing him cry as every hit of her strong hoof, making a sound like clap
  3305. >as she stop...she hug AnonB
  3306. >"there, there now AnonB, that's what you will get if you tried something bad"
  3307. >as AnonB cry until to sobs he tried to speak
  3308.  
  3309. >but unexpectedly Celestia slips a pacifier in to his mouth
  3310.  
  3311. this is the only writing so far...It's so far from my daydream...I may continue this later night (american time)
  3312.  
  3313. >then she both left us inside a playpen
  3314. >"ok now, please play with your toy properly"
  3315. >as she left the room AnonB tried to used magic
  3316. >shit wait are we alicorn, yup we are
  3317. >as he try and try, then he got it
  3318. >he untied the pacifier, and untied mine
  3319. >"come now, we shall escape this shit"
  3320. >I nodded slowly
  3321. >"ok I think there's a latch here..."
  3322. >as he leans left and right looking for a hole
  3323. >he sat the latch
  3324. >"ok there...Let's get going"
  3325. >I tried to stand up but fall on my head
  3326. >"what don't you cat walk?"
  3327. >wait he cat walk?...pfft so that's why he knows to like a real pony
  3328. >as I tried again, I just stand there
  3329. >"ok front left, back right,front right, back left"
  3330. >as I follow his instruction I started moving forward
  3331. >I giggled a little
  3332. >then he said "come on hurry"
  3333. >I tried faster. And still not fail
  3334. >as we exit the door and looked left to right
  3335. >we saw nothing
  3336. >"ok we shall go to the right"
  3337. "Umm ok...if we get caught what do you think they will do to us?"
  3338. >"that doesn't matter"
  3339. >as we gallop trough the hallway we saw a door with a gold plate saying 'Basement'
  3340. >"ok we shall go through here"
  3341. >as he opened the door and entered
  3342. >we saw the mirror
  3343. >"ok go, now! hurry"
  3344. "ok"
  3345. >as I entered first
  3346. >I first saw the tree and I felt every thing is back, even my clothing is back
  3347. >as I stepped away from the statue and waiting for him
  3348. >he came out
  3349. >"ok I'm going home"
  3350. "ok bye"
  3351. >as we walked on our own ways we waved back at each other
  3352. >and reached back at the house
  3353. >then I just came to the bed and slept like nothing happened
  3354. >then I heard noises outside my balcony
  3355. >and wait why is back and forehead heavy?
  3356. >as I came out of bed
  3357. >shit I'm a pony! again!
  3358. >as I walked to he balcony and it was
  3359.  
  3360. going to do something back in a few hours
  3361.  
  3362. "AnonB! what a gr-"
  3363. >he put a hoof on my mouth and said
  3364. >"no time, We should go back! I know she did this to us"
  3365. >as he grabbed my neck and flap very hard. He did carry my weight
  3366. >as he struggles to fly he said
  3367. >"why don't you flap you wings eh?"
  3368. >oh yea alicorn. How silly me. Wait how do you work this things?
  3369. >as I focused on my back and tried to thing I'm flapping
  3370. >it started to flap
  3371. >as soon as he let's go. I'm air born
  3372. >"there you got it"
  3373. >yea, yea what ever
  3374. >as we approach the school and landed safely
  3375. >"now go"
  3376. >then he pushed me trough the portal
  3377. >as we go through it was dark...no light...and we can't see our eyes
  3378. >then I felt something around my hooves
  3379. >and then they were pulled apart
  3380. >as I land on my chest, tummy, marehood and chin. It was painful
  3381. >I was knocked out...
  3382.  
  3383. >as I came back into conscious, again I felt some thing soft and spongy an-
  3384. >shit it's a diaper again. And I wet it
  3385. >"aww, I think some pony needs a change?"
  3386. >I tried to speak, but no avail
  3387. >I opened my eyes and saw AnonB in front of me
  3388. >wait is that...A ball. Wait is has a strap around it I'm nut sure what it is
  3389. >"now my little foals"
  3390. >I looked at my nose. phew I thought I was using that ball thing, but still she used a paci for me
  3391. >"I was worried for you two. Now misbehaved foals must be PUNISHED!. if misbehaved!"
  3392. >she got a wha-!!
  3393. >she got a whip!
  3394. >Celestia got a whip?!, but where did that came from?
  3395. >"ok now I will start" she got a sad face, "I must do this, because everypony searched for you two, that why I put a magic spell on both of you, to be ponies for the rest of the life even outside Equestria. I'm sorry"
  3396. >she floated AnonB to my side and started slapping my flank from left flank then right flank
  3397. >and then repeated again to AnonB
  3398. >as Celestia repeats the step over, and, over
  3399. >be the third time she slapped me I started crying. I cried as loud as I can saying that's enough
  3400. >after the third slap AnonB started to sobs. Then cries like me
  3401. >after ten time. she stopped
  3402. >then we were still crying from the pain, as I look at her saying through my mind 'are you happy now?'
  3403. >shit both inside and outside of my diaper has blood!
  3404. >"I'm very, very sorry my little ponies. I hope you under stand what kind of effort we gave, and only finding you here ate the basement!" then she grabbed the lock where we are strapped
  3405. >"I'm not letting you go again my little ponies!" while hugging me and AnonB in place
  3406. >then I looked back at the mirror, seeing it, it's just a step away
  3407. >suddenly, the mirror disappear
  3408. >I pushed Celestia from hugging "what is it dear?"
  3409. >I pointed at the mirror
  3410. >"oh that, don't worry I'm now moving the portal to a safe place where foals can't reach it"
  3411. >still sobbing from the pain she carried us back to the room
  3412.  
  3413. >as I she carries us on her back, the blood dripping from our flank to the ground, making a mess
  3414. >as Celestia got to the room two royal guard came
  3415. >"Princess! what happen to both of your foals!"
  3416. >"oh, nothing, why?, they just got a little booboo from the their diapers"
  3417. >"umm,b-but Celestia, do we still ha-" Celestia interrupts "yes, clean this mess at once!"
  3418. >"yes Princess"
  3419. >as she place us to the ground I was still sobbing due to the pain.
  3420. >then I tried ti sit upright, but the pain was unbelievable
  3421. >as I lie my tummy down I touched Celestia
  3422. >"yes?" I pointed my wounds, as I like it to be healed
  3423. >"ok, what do you want me to do with it?" then unexpectedly the sobs worsts...till I cried softly
  3424. >then I look down as if there's no hope, I'm going to die as a pony, plus I'm far from AnonB and can't tell how I truly feel with him, here in Equestria
  3425. >then I collapse due to the bleeding of my blood
  3426.  
  3427. dammit my file is missing please wait
  3428.  
  3429. >I woke up in a hugged form...as I look around I saw this dark blue alicorn
  3430. >oh It's Luna
  3431. >as I snuggle in to her more and more...then I din't felt the pain...
  3432. >it was healed! thanks Celestia!
  3433. >as I turned around I heard this loud snore
  3434. >again I looked around to find AnonB
  3435. >I found him at...her hind legs
  3436. >wait what the heck is he doing there?
  3437. >as I listen to the sound focus-fully
  3438. >as every tuc-
  3439. >oh his sucking some milk...Dammit he got firs...I thought mare have to go first?
  3440. >anyway, as every suck he made Luna snore louder, and louder. with a moan.
  3441. >dammit can't sleep with this noise
  3442. >there's just one thing to do
  3443. >I stand up and tried to walk away from them and hoping the sound will get lower, and lower
  3444. >but every step step I made on the bed creeks due to the springs
  3445. >damn mattresses with springs
  3446. >as I came to the corner Luna moved a little, felling like there's something missing
  3447. >as I look at the curtains I saw a small whole with a bright light
  3448. >so it's already morning ehh?
  3449. >as I slowly came down from the bed. hind legs first. then I slipped bumping to the ground with my diaper
  3450. >as the loud crinkle amplified the room Luna moved again
  3451. >her head goes left and right like she needed some thing
  3452. >then she woke up
  3453.  
  3454. do you read this anon's? because of you all don't I just might continue my drawing
  3455.  
  3456. ###########
  3457.  
  3458. anoymust
  3459.  
  3460. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16547111/#16565977
  3461.  
  3462. Congratulation! you just finished collage! and now some one has hired you as a carpenter
  3463. >seriously? a carpenter?
  3464. as you accept the offer of 500$ per week at a tall building at California you started your day happy as a Pinkie pie...later on you've arrived the lobby of the building and your boss said "anon, you'll be working at floor 69" as you pause in shock you boss patted you at the shoulder and saying "what too much?" as you regain your head you said "no, sir it's ok" then you joined the others as they go up...you've arrived your floor...as you observed it is the roof of the building...the guy at your back tapped you and saying "is it your first time?" you replied "yes..." in a scary way...then you stepped out of the elevator...you felt the wind pushing you then a guy shouted to you "Hey!, remember to put your safety rope on" as you walk you din't heard him because of the wind
  3465.  
  3466. as you came closer the edge a guy run and grabs your shirt pulling you back to the center and shouting "are you nuts!?...if you stepped a little closer you will risking you life!" as you think of it you strapped you safely rope to the safety line...as needed to go you questioned your co worker and asked "dude, where's the bath room?" then he said "oh it's right under us" you replied in a weird way "oh you meant the 68 floor?" he nod as a sign of agreement you walked to the elevator and gone down to the 68 floor...as you came out you've got this weird feeling due that nobody is working at this floor...as you observed you leaned you head to the left then look to the left then to the right...before you can finish the whole 180 degree look you seen some thing...it's quite big and white...you looked back at that sectorn then the white thing disappear but that sector has a wall then you came closer...as came closer you saw something at the floor...it's glowing and it has colors...as you run closer the thing moved again...then you look at the back of the wall..but there's nothing there!...then you felt something at your back...you looked at it slowly...then a loud, happy voice shouted "HELLO ANON!" as you suspect it is a big and white color fur...and it has wings...and a horn!...you felt more weirder as the random or horse come closer to you...then the horse questions you "are you ready to come with me?"
  3467.  
  3468. weirded out as hell you shouted like a girl...then a guy cam out of the elevator and saying "are you ok?" you blushed and asked him "did you saw the horse?....the big white...rainbow colored haired horse?" the guy raises an eye brow and saying "wow you're getting crazy, what happened?" as you repeated the question he answered you "how will a horse going to get here?...with wings?!" he chuckled then you quickly replied "umm, YES! and it has a horn too!" then he laughs with a weird question asking you "dude, you'll be needing a doctor" as you came back down an ambulance is already waiting for you and the paramedic said "come here anon I have lots of question to ask you" as came near and entered the ambulance the started to question you about some random pictures...as you got home your dad questioned you "are you ok?" you just nod and came up stairs and lied down for bed...thinking about that with horse you came into a slumber sleep...as you dream the white horse appeared again..but now with a dark blue one...like her but smaller and then the white winged, horned-horse asked you "anon I'm serious, now again, are you ready to come with me?" then in a shock you tried to pinch your self then you wear awake...as you whisper "what time is it?...oh 6:30..." you got out of your bed and get on to work...while you work at the roof all of you are now installing the antenna while in idle thinking about what happened yesterday some one is shouting "HEY! PULL THE GODDAMN ROPE! ANON!" as you wear in idle the big antenna swing from side to side hitting every thing in it's path...you came back from your idle you looked back seeing every one lying down except you then it happened the safely line broke then every one except you detached then your co worker said "ANON! DETACH NOW!" as in shock of what's happening you din't reacted quickly enough as a result you were being pulled by the antenna to the side of the building then as you fall
  3469.  
  3470. from the left side of the building and thinking "where the heck is that horse..now I'm ready to be with you" by the last sight that you saw it was a number...it was the floor...and that floor was 15...it means there's only 150 feet left before you die...the light flashes you found your self floating...in the universe...then you that white horse again "Anon, i was waiting for you to say that...but now we shall now go to Equestria for us to judge you about your knowledge...now shall we?" as you thought about it you question the white horse "wait is there a catch?" ... she nodded and saying "yes Anon, you must be a pony like us to get into the Equestrian universe...of not you cannot come in" you accepted the offer and saying "anyway I'm already going to be dead at the real world...but I'm going to miss my dad thou" the white pony asked you "but where's you mommy?" you looked down and said "she alrea-...I don't wanna-" the the white pony interrupts in a sorrow face with some thing to say "I'm sorry Anon...that I heard that" as she grows her horn you quickly felt weird like every part, particle, and molecule in your body started to separate then the with pony said "it will sting a little bit but at the end it will be ok" then you said "what are you doing?" the white pony said "teleportation" in a surprised you felt happy to be the first human to experience a teleportation as a human being...for now...then you fell asleep while the teleportation is being processed
  3471.  
  3472. I finally woke up. But felling numb...like unbearable muscle movement...as soon as I discovered. While doing a facehoof. I suddenly saw a big nose in my head and my ha-, "no this cannot be, it's a hoof!" I shouted, but I only heard babbling I suddenly closed my lips and putted my both hooves on it...thinking about it I suddenly remember that there's a catch, of me being a pony then as soon as I putted my hooves down looking how it came down I suspect that there's something in mt hind legs...it's soft, comfy, stretchable...as I thought of it it's just my underwear
  3473. >HA! you thought I'm going to say diaper eh?
  3474. still curiously poking the soft, comfy underwear I can still fell my manhood
  3475. >I'm a girl...that's just interested to be a men
  3476. the big white horse appeared from no where! and saying "how my little babeh?" as you question her "babeh?" both of you only herd babbling then she said "aaww my little foal is trying to say some thing, what is it baby?" then some one bursts through out of the door and shouting "Big-Sister Celestia!, how is he!?!"
  3477.  
  3478. "he's doing ok...I guess" as Celestia replied to the darker horse "can Luna see,please?!" happily asked Celestia "yes you may Luna" then I quickly felt weightless and floated from some kind of net jail. or as called 'crib'. then, they put me to the ground slowly and placing all of my hooves to line and to make balancing more easy as soon as I thought she dropped me like a few inches, may be 2 to 3 inches high. As I fall I landed by my tummy. And it was painful, like million knife stabbed your tummy, and uncontrollably I cried. As I Cry Luna said "OH I'm so, so sorry, like I'm very sorry" then she picked me up and sung a lullaby for me while patting me with a soft toy at the back...As she do that I cried even louder, then she looked at me and I looked at her, as she looked at me I focus my self and found her sobbing and begins to cry too. And then as she started to cry too Celestia said "Don't worry Luna everypony makes mistakes, even me too" then she started to sob and stop crying a bit...then Celestia said "so what did you leaned if there's a foal crying?" Luna replied in excitement "FEEDING TIME?!" Celestia facedhoof and said "no, Luna...there are so many different problems when coming in to foals" then Luna think very hard while rotating me if I used my underwear then she whispered "diapers good" she leans the head toward my stomach "still not hungry...so...there's just one thing...A PACIFIER!" wait did she just said diapers...oh gawd this. That I am wearing now is not an underwear but it's a DIAPER? then she looked at her right seeing that one small paci on the table and taking it. as it floated toward my head she said "shush, shush now my little fillie" then she inserted the paci in to my mouth
  3479.  
  3480. but then the hormones of my foalishness kicks in and automatically sucking the pacifier. While I suck the pacifier it made my feelings come down as if they were saying 'come down now' as I continue sucking my paci I saw Luna with a big smile in her face and saying "I did it!, I truly did it Big sis!" as I turned I saw Celestia at her balcony lowering down the sun then Luna said "Oh it's time" she carries me to the balcony and put me on Celestia's back and letting me go...and as she fly to the horizon I saw her flying up to the sky with the moon at her back it was gorgeous as I watch I saw saying to my side of my paci "aaaaaaaahhhhhh" then Celestia said "Isn't it beautiful?" I nod at her as I say to my mind 'yes, it is beautiful' as she goes back to and looked at me. "so shall we go to bed?" Celestia asked me...then Luna said "b-but we still din't have dinner." as Celestia thought about it. she realized that they didn't ate dinner...since I woke up...then Celetia and Luna turned around and gone down to the staircase leading us to this short hallway..."I'll make the milk!" Luna shouted happily then Celestia nodded her head, then Luna galloped to the kitchen. As we prepare for dinner there's a high chair waiting, then Celestia put me down to the high chair and sitting beside me...as the ponychefs cooks and put foods at the table Luna came back with a bottle filled with milk, then she sits beside me. now I'm in the middle of them as Celestia takes a slice of cake Luna focuses on me and said "is this good for you?" as she taps a small drop of milk on my hoof. and by judging it it was quite warm...I really can't remember since I last drank some warm milk (I'm still drinking milk but it's a cold one because it's hot here in Asia) as I nod she said "oh wait I forgot something" she left the bottle in front of me, then I felt a small cramp in my stomach. I was hungry and then I tried reaching the bottle.
  3481.  
  3482. but then Celestia cancelled my hooves from reaching it and saying "Anon, please don't do that again...you may fall of from your high chair" then quickly a little imagination come through of you falling and getting killed due to your soft head. As you relax and sat down to your back you felt something hard. And as you applied force it become painful you cried then shouted for a bit. then Celestia looked at you "oh no did you got a wittle wooboo at you wing?" she asked and as I sob I nod "ok let's make a magic kiss for that" as soon as she kisses my wing...i felt a quick relief as my booboo started healing it self and as I turned to my left I saw Luna. Having a small cloth floating in front of me "ok now wear your bib for mommy" as she wraps the bib around my neck she floated the bottle in front of me "now say 'ahh' for the milky-way" as I opened my mouth she quickly removes my paci and replace it with the bottle, "can you hold this for wommy?" Luna said, then you raised your hooves and reached for the bottle. then she released the bottle now it's only me...who's supporting the bottle. as I suck in rhythm, with my heartbeat, I felt so calm due to the white milk. But it tastes like chocolate and every time I pause it tastes like a hodog with extra mustard, gross, later on. as they finished first and now waiting for me as I suck my bottle I felt like there's some thing blocking my throat, then I cough loud but cute, Luna panic, and then I put the bottle down, but I still cough painfully but cutely. and then Celestia picked me up and let my belly to rest at her shoulder, while patting my back as soon enough I let out a large cute burp then Celestia picked me up and then look at my face with a smile "ok Luna if a foal felt uncomfortable while or after being fed. The foal needs to burp" Luna replied "but how will I do that Big sis?"
  3483.  
  3484. Celestia replied "by patting its back, and be sure the foal's face is pointing away from you. because it may puke all over you" Luna looked at me and saying "ohh, ok...but he's bottle is still not finished" Celestia took the bottle and gently slips the rubber nipple in to my mouth. as quick as my reflex the foalish action takes start and finished it all. I felt that my belly is gonna explode then, unexpectedly I yawned, then Luna said "is my foal ready for his first dream?" but I din't answer because I already fallen asleep
  3485.  
  3486. there...I've fallen asleep as deep as I can...then I had a dream...I was floating. I saw my past being a human. but suddenly, Luna tapped me at my shoulder and saying "miss your own life isn't it?" I nod slowly in a sad way "what's the problem?...is it the way you end?" Luna said to me, then I remember...I was falling to my doom...and the last thing I saw...is the number of the floor that was apart from the building it was '15' then uncontrollably I started to sob..."what's wrong?" Luna in a motherly tone then as I think about it deeper. How will I survive that fall.but again unexpectedly..I cried. then I was awoken by my own noise as I cry through the night. "oh no, quiet now my little foal" as Luna speak I look around and saw through the window. It was night. then I felt weightless as Luna picks me up and rocks me side to side as my stomach deeply hurting and felling to explode and needed some pleasure...then a sweet relief burst's out...I released more than I drank...as my diaper went full. Luna reacted "oh looks like my little foal went oopsie in his little diaper" as she cuddles me. she put me down in the changing table, she walked out of the room. as I sit there, still sobbing and still not recover through my dream. I think to my self 'should I go back, where I'm already dead, or, I should stay here' I shake my head and finding some thing to distract me from thinking about going back, then I found my full squishy diaper. as I play with it, poking it, I felt so funny then later on my sobbing stop and started laughing, as i press every part of my diaper. then Luna came back with Celestia "Ok Luna I'll show you how to change a foal's diaper, first unstrap the taped from the foals diaper" as Celestia let me to lie down on my back, then she started to unstrap the tapes on my diaper while doing that she said
  3487.  
  3488. "be sure that's the foals diaper tapes should be pulled slowly or the foal will take some loud big screech...producing the foal to cry" then she started to pull the front cover of my diaper, felt the cold air rush through my nether regions my warm diaper was pulled from the bottom "and now slowly roll the diaper, outside face, then put it in the trash bin, then wipe the foal with foal wipes located under the diaper section" as Celestia teaches Luna and demonstrating the process as she wipe both of my cheek-butt and nether region..until she got to my manhood and slowly wipes around it..as I wait until the finish. then she said "OK time for the new diepee" then I saw Luna in a big smile, I looked to my left and saw Celestia floating a new pad of diaper with her yellow aura...as she explain how to unfold it she asked Luna "can you do this step for my Luna?" then Luna nodded happily "YES SIS I WANT TO DO THIS STEP!" then Luna takes over the diaper that was floating in mid air "Ok now can my widdle willie raise his hind hooves for mama?" 'of course not Luna' I said through my mind. as she lifts my hind legs and slips the fresh diaper in place. she lowers me down, felling the soft, cushie diaper under my butt she lifts the front cover of my diaper to my belly. while in place, she lifts one side of the tape to the side, same with the other, she patted the front of my diaper and saying "is my wittle foal weady to go to sweep again?" as I think about it, I'm still sleepy Luna said to Celestia "thanks big sis for the new lesson that you gave me. Later on I'll try it by my own" Celestia gave a small smile and left the room. as Luna closes the door, she picked me up and floated over to the bed "tonight you will sleep with me" as a cute face stared at Luna saying that how sleepy I am she sung a lullaby. as I listen to the lullaby I felt heavy-headed and just fell asleep as I blink
  3489.  
  3490. ...
  3491.  
  3492. public humiliation you say?. As I argue with my brother. Yesterday. >>16592540 my damn co-worker came...I blushed as he, saw my in diapers...with a vibrator...I know my 18 year's old brother has a diaper fetish too...like me. Any way how about Flitterhoof co-worker unexpectedly came to the house too see how's the rehab taking on, plus Flitterhoofs co-worker started to taking picture and going to post it to the bulletin board to show the other workers how the new rehab is going to take
  3493.  
  3494. I blushed...as my co-worker stared at me...and still. Thinking how's my story going
  3495.  
  3496. ...
  3497.  
  3498. >ok continuing from the story...plus what a shame that happened to me >>16606764
  3499.  
  3500. >le story
  3501. as I woke up, I looked at my back and din't saw Luna. For a while, I looked at the balcony, still not there. As I think. Where did she go?, as I look over the door, I saw her going inside the room, I surprised her with a big, and loud lough with a smile. As she'd expected to be awake that time she said "is my widdle foal hunry?" as I think about it. I was hungry, for breakfast then she said "okie, now, shall we take youw widdle wooves to work to the kitchen?, or not?" in a motherly tone I nodded up and down "oh, ok, do wu know to use these woooves?" I looked down, in a sad way. She lifted me out of her bet and set my down on my four hooves, then I looked back at her in a curios way "don't know the pattern?, ok." as I looked in front of me I felt a tug at my back "gud you din't wet youw widdle dipee wast night!" in a happy way. She then walk in front of me "ok now follow me" I tried walking like a human but I tilted to my right where both of my hooves were floating. As I tilt more and more to the right I found myself huting a wing, I cried as loud as I can to get Celestia and Luna to focus on me, then both of them gallop to the room "WHAT HAPPENED!?!" as Luna shouted "aww did my little foal got a booboo" Celestia speak. Then she lifted me up and kissed my right wing "now felling better?" Celestia questioned. But still the kiss wan't effective enough. Through the pain I cried even louder. Unexpectedly Luna popped a pacifier in my mouth, as she placed the paci I quickly spitted it out. Then Luna shouted "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!?!" Celestia slapped Luna with my pacifier-strap "Oh Luna, When will you learn?, it only needed magic" as Celestia casts a Magic to my wing it healed quickly. As for now the cry reduced to sobs, and then Celestia picked me up and placed me to my changing table as I lie down I felt a soft squishy thing under my butt.
  3502. >gawd where am I going?
  3503.  
  3504. >as we continue
  3505. As she opens my diaper I smelled horrible as my poo being exposed and the stench spreading out the room and ma- wait! when the heck did I accidentally poo, is it because of the fall, probably yes. again making the room stinky Luna reacted "what happened?. what did I fed you?" "umm maybe the MILK!" I shouted, but yet again It was only babbling
  3506.  
  3507. >my brain is not working properly...due to that my co-worker now know my fetish...I kept thinking about it...and still I want to continue the story...but I can't I may now go to work
  3508.  
  3509. >gawd please no! not shit in diapers!
  3510. as Cestia cleans me on the changing table, I looked at Luna far to my left, I observed how she walks. As I think about it my steps were wrong it was, front left or right then back right or left in chorus I simulated it in my head. As I day dream about it, Celestia questions me "so you wanted to walk in youw widdle wooves?" in surprise she had read my mind like, she can see through my brain "wondering how I knew it?" with a wink and a boop by the front of my diaper singing it was finished. In curiosity how did she do it? how can I ask her?, by force I tried speaking to Her "H-how?" In Excitement, Luna and Celestia looked at me like crazy then Luna shouted "MY FOAL'S FIRST WORD 'HOW!' OH MY GOSH IS HE GOING FOR MORE?!?!" as Celestia picked me up and lowered me to the ground I tried walking. front left, back right, front right, back left, as I started to move forward I smiled
  3511.  
  3512. >God can't think, still having that shame...and black mailing me at work...world why are you so cruel...But don't worry I'll still get there...To the rule 63 thing
  3513.  
  3514. as I walk happily a word came through my head saying "How?" then I babbled "how?" then Luna said "What did you say?" then Celestia looked at Luna, and said "He said yey. Luna" as I looked at both of them like there's a problem "what?" as Luna looked at me like what's happening I walked towards her "oh he's going after me" Luna happily smiled, as Celestia floated and said "f-fud" and then Luna shouted "HIS SECOND WORD 'FOOD' OH M- WAIT HE'S HUNGRY" as Luna freaked out and floated a bottle I was saying something, no not 'fud', but 'when'. As Celestia reads my mind She said "Luna, he's not hungry" as Luna eye-darted at Celestia and said "what?. wait!." as Luna weirded out. Unexpectedly the time stopped, me, and Celestia are still moving but why?, Celestia's horn glowed and then...We were teleported into the Universe. As I looked around, I felt my fingers and toes, and there's nothing in my upper but, I shouted "My tail!" In shock, "I can speak!". Then unexpectedly something tapped my shoulder, I looked behind, then I saw Celestia, there, standing, and questioned me "so it's your choice" then unexpectedly everything comes into my mind "wait what?" as Celestia raised a brow she said "yup your choice, which will you choose?, the quick dead? or continue on...as an another foal's" then it cam to my hands as I looked at them "you now know how to be a pony so what?" as Celestia opened two portals, first, my survival is only 25-75 of not impaling, or other things will happen ,second to be another's foal and still continue life but as a pony, I said "C-can I peek on my after life I choose to be a human again?" as she looked at me like there's no way that will happen. as I think through I said "B-but C-can I see the world again?" she din't answer "so that's how we play" then "I chosen to be a pony"
  3515.  
  3516. >I know it is a bad ending, still can't continue due to the shame that being dragged at my back...damn co-worker...yea that's not the true ending...
  3517. >rule 63 coming up...
  3518.  
  3519. I will apply my personal feelings now...yea even thou I'm a girl...as I think I'm alone...yea...I'll try to fit it in the story as best as possible
  3520.  
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  3522.  
  3523. Dark Entrophy
  3524.  
  3525. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16856438/#16859723
  3526.  
  3527. A short I made in the Skype chat you folks might enjoy:
  3528.  
  3529. "Now, miss Rarity, you are quite sure this is the current trend-setting attire?" Fancy Pants asked as he examined his behind and the frilled padding that covered it.
  3530.  
  3531. The fashionista tittered as took measurements for his bib; it was, after all, a set for a charity dinner. "Oh yes, looking youthful is all the rage in Canterlot. Why, I already designed a similar ensemble for the princesses! And besides, it only makes sense since this is for those poor orphaned foals."
  3532.  
  3533. "Hmm, I suppose so. I certainly would not want to disappoint them, bless their fragile hearts."
  3534.  
  3535. "Oh, I'm sure they will be so happy to see all of the Canterlot nobility working to help them," Rarity said as she clapped her hooves together. "And besides, you look rather cute in that diaper."
  3536.  
  3537. While he was certainly aware of his the undergarment (which, due to its size, would not be under anything, most likely), being reminded that others would see him in it brought forth another furious blush. "P-perhaps, but I've always preferred being described as 'dashing'." Upon seeing the faint expression of hurt on Rarity's face, he quickly added, "Not that a change of pace to being cute is disagreeable, of course!"
  3538.  
  3539. A third voice entered the conversation, this one lilting and carrying well-refined grace. "Just don't expect to be the cutest at the ball, dearest," Fleur De Lis said as she entered into the room with a proud trot, the voluminous pink diaper and laced bonnet she wore bouncing in time with her gait. "This time, I intend to steal the spotlight for finery you enjoy so often."
  3540.  
  3541. Fancy Pants found himself trying to undress the svelte mare with his eyes and failing to remove the diaper which, while a surprise in itself, was even more shocked to find himself rather enjoying the sight of her wearing the soft, silky garment. "Well, I must admit that I am not well-versed in the intricacies of 'cuteness', although I would assume there is some measure of eyelash fluttering involved..." Any more thoughts on his part were scattered to the four far corners of Equestria as the unicorn turned around and shook her rump at him, tail twirling in hypnotic circles as the diaper gave off quiet crinkles.
  3542.  
  3543. "Don't worry, I still have a few hours to offer... private lessons in how to act adorable," Fleur whispered as she ran her tail and the diaper's cloth cover against the stallion's muzzle, leaving the scent of delicate perfume and foal powder to linger in her wake.
  3544.  
  3545. A hungry look in his eyes as he bit his lip, Fancy Pants mumbled, "I-if you would excuse us, Miss Rarity, I need to, ahem, prepare for me role with my special somepony's gracious help."
  3546.  
  3547. Without missing a beat, Rarity ushered him out the door so that he could catch up with the frilled femme fatale. "Don't worry about me, I already have all the measurements. You two do whatever 'planning' is necessary and I shall have the last parts of your order ready in the next two hours."
  3548.  
  3549. As the door to the dressing room and Rarity shut, another opened to a bed and Fleur. He walked in, as if in a daze, and saw the unicorn lounging on the bed, her padded rear on full display and beckoning to him like a mirror would Prince Blueblood. A brief divergent thought went towards what the royal whelp would be wearing, but it was quickly wiped away by the come-hither-and-appreciate-my-wither look Fleur had. Letting a dopey smile settle onto his face, Fancy asked, "So, what shall be my first lesson?"
  3550.  
  3551. She smirked as her horn lit up to close the door. "I think we shall start with the finer points of cuddling."
  3552.  
  3553. "What sort of cuddling?"
  3554.  
  3555. "The intense kind," she replied before the door closed, blocking sight, if not the sounds of giggles and crinkles.
  3556.  
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  3558.  
  3559. Dark Entrophy
  3560.  
  3561. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/17179762/#17215291
  3562.  
  3563. "Hold my calls, Diamond Dust. I'm going to enjoy some alone time."
  3564.  
  3565. The wiry stallion nodded, then brushed platinum hair that had fallen in front of his face during the motion with a white hoof. "Tough interview, Miss Sapphire?"
  3566.  
  3567. Sapphire Shores made a tired smile. "Actually, as far as interviews go, it wasn't too bad. Just one of the questions caught me by surprise." She struck a pose and whipped her blue tail. "Nothing the Pony of Pop can't handle, of course!"
  3568.  
  3569. Diamond nodded. "Good to hear. I'll keep the ponyrazzi at bay while you enjoy your quiet time."
  3570.  
  3571. She nodded in thanks before retreating to private dressing room, although to say it was a room belied its vast size and palatial decor. One could fit a small house in it, and the value of ten more would just barely approach the cost of its lush carpet, pegasus down bed, silk curtains, gold filigree and all other manners of frivolous spending that tended to occur when one had more funds than they knew what to do with. She had a house of course, on the upper steppes of Canterlot, with a view that one could appreciate both sides of the horizon from, but to her the dressing room was home. The studio was where the real magic happened, the dance and singing recitals that would form the lifeblood of her next tour, while the mansion served only as a place to host headline-stealing soirees.
  3572.  
  3573. It was, in fact, a party that had triggered the sudden onset of what she liked to call 'Legs' Languish'. Her personal definition made it the result of a sudden increase in unhappy thoughts that tended to wind around one's legs until they were too heavy to do much more than walk on. Most simply referred to it as stress.
  3574.  
  3575. She havlfleapt, half-fell onto one of the cashmere cushions dotting the Persian Rug Plains as her thoughts started at the now and began winding back to the then.
  3576.  
  3577. The interview that had transpired, and been summarily transcribed, returned unbidden. It had started off with the regular round of vain gossip that would doubtlessly be twisted, cut up and glued back together out of context so that large yellow lettering could adorn the front cover with some 'scandalous' juicy tidbit, followed by "Sapphire Shores Tells All!".
  3578.  
  3579. She had no qualms about others calling her eccentric, but it took more than a fair amount of intelligence to micromanage a growing cult-of-personality and music product empire; she had no intention of being beholden to an unscrupulous manager again. Sapphire knew full well they were going to cast a sickly limelight on her, but such was the price of free publicity, one that she was happy to pay. The rumours would pass after a week or two; it was impossible for anypony to keep up with the preposterous Hollyhoof tabloids, their dire predictions fading into memory faster than a one-hit-wonder colt band. Her case of the Legs' Languish were not caused by that. Not directly, at least.
  3580.  
  3581. However, the polite interrogation had been capped by a question about the recent charity ball for orphaned foals. "Is it true those attending were dressed as foals?" the indistinct reporter had asked, her name already having been regulated to the mental manilla folder filled with every other empty personality and emptier smile that marked a pony who had spent years studying journalism only to find themselves scraping for celebrity dregs.
  3582.  
  3583. Of course, it was no news that those attending had, in fact, been dressed in all manners of foalish attire, including Princess Luna as she delivered the keynote in-between suckles on an oversized pacifier. Hired muscle contracts were awarded to the lowest bidder, after all, and the guards had been more than happy to take a bag or three of bits to suddenly develop an interest in a fresco of cherubs feeding Celestia grapes as ponyrazzi took flashless photos of those assembled.
  3584.  
  3585. ###########
  3586.  
  3587. Dark Entrophy
  3588.  
  3589. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/15406721/#15492832
  3590.  
  3591. Did someone say "fics"?
  3592.  
  3593. Have a teaser, ya pone diaper fags.
  3594.  
  3595. Sweetie Belle paced around the dressing room, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to burst out in a prismatic maelstrom. “I have to be brave. For Rarity,” she said to an invisible audience. “She’s relying on me. With the bits she’ll make from this, she can finally open up a boutique in Canterlot and be able to pay for my singing lessons.”
  3596.  
  3597. The filly stole a glance at the poster’s proud display, its colorful letters detailing the who, what, where and why for the world to see and, more importantly, to come and see her. Underneath them stared back a mirror of herself, frozen and immortalized by a flash bulb and camera. The dress her copy wore was stylish and unorthodox in equal measures with all of its frills, tassels and bright pastels. It wasn’t a dress made for her in the sense that it would ever be worn outside of the shows but—and she could not deny this, as much as she wished she could—it had been made for her and, in some ways, she for it.
  3598.  
  3599. It seemed like only yesterday that her sister had been struggling to keep the Cake twins still long enough to outfit them in her newest creation. Sweetie Belle had watched from the sidelines, safe from the mêlée of temper tantrums and frustrated cajoling. She had not been safe from Rarity’s eye for fashion, though. A moment was all that it took, a second for her sister to inspect one of the many sketches littering the ‘thinking board’ with Sweetie just at the corner of her vision. That fire had lit in her eye, the one that burned whenever inspiration struck like a lightning bolt. Sweetie soon discovered that fate decreed it strike her.
  3600.  
  3601. “Sweetie Belle, be a dear and stand on the dais, would you?” she had asked in her sing-song voice. It was the one used whenever she wanted somepony to do something, the one that said ‘Just because I’m asking nicely now doesn’t mean I’ll ask nicely the second time’.
  3602.  
  3603. She clambered onto the raised circle as the twins scampered off in their half-finished costumes, obviously glad to have escaped the madmare’s attention. Within seconds they were ducking in and out of the hanging clothing as they hid from each other, muffled giggles filtering through the fabric, the pair never quite realizing that their hooves poked out of the bottom.
  3604.  
  3605. “Now then, please lay down. No, no, Sweetie Belle, on your back. Yes, perfect! Now, just stay still for a few seconds…” Rarity’s eyes flashed between Sweetie and her sketch several times before the fire returned in a blistering inferno. “Ideaaa!” Bolts of cloth, razor-sharp scissors, measuring tape and a thousand other materials floated through the air, a chaotic dance only Rarity could conduct. “This is perfect. Don’t worry, dear, this should only take about—” Rarity peeked at her drawing. “—a few hours, tops! You’ll be wondering where the time went.”
  3606.  
  3607. She had said that two months ago. Sweetie Belle had long since stopped counting the hours.
  3608.  
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  3610.  
  3611. Dark Entrophy
  3612.  
  3613. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/15406721/#15495252
  3614.  
  3615. Hopefully it'll be done sooner than later. In the meantime, enjoy this Twily teaser. Full version soon:
  3616.  
  3617. Under other circumstances, Twilight Sparkle would have reflected on which parts of the anti-wrinkling de-aging re-vitalizing spell needed a few tweaks or adjustments. For example, the injection of an additional ten Mega Starswirls into the normal magic dose in order to increase longevity was rather excessive. Perhaps she had made a slight over-estimation of her abilities by trying to cast three spells in tandem to increase efficiency. Utilizing a crystal's natural magic focusing attributes without first stress-testing its capacity may have been an understandable oversight. It might have been prudent to use a general incantation in the spell nexus as opposed to her rather specific word choice.
  3618.  
  3619. Such was not the case, though. Rarity had begged her ascended friend to help smooth out a stray laugh line that had made its unwelcome home on her otherwise immaculate face. From there, the studious alicorn had enthusiastically dedicated herself to perfecting a spell that would ease the passage of time's blemishes on the user. Even while visiting her brother and sister-in-law at their crystal castle (which was now one spire short on account of the aforementioned focusing crystal) her experiments had continued with little pause. As such, she had increased the magic quotient by ten times, had overlooked the inherent difficulty in balancing a multi-layered spell, had caused a crystal filled to the brim with raw power to explode, and had used the term “soft as a baby's bottom” in her casting.
  3620.  
  3621. Under other circumstances, Twilight Sparkle would have spent a considerable amount of time examining just what had went wrong. Right now, though, the tiny filly was concerned with only two things:
  3622.  
  3623. I want my baba.
  3624.  
  3625. Why is there no baba in front of me?
  3626.  
  3627. ###########
  3628.  
  3629. FusionWriteFag
  3630.  
  3631. The Ballad of Fusion Twist, continued
  3632.  
  3633. >Around two years after your transformation, Princess Celestia visits and suggests the possibility of enrolling you in foal kindergarten
  3634. >You and Vinyl balk at first, but soon you started to grow curious about it
  3635. >You wanted to integrate into Equestria, and make some new friends
  3636. >Besides, you could impress your classmates with your genius intellect
  3637. >So you eventually enroll
  3638. >Pony kindergarten is fun, but you need to swallow more than a little of your pride
  3639. >Perhaps because of the stress, you've started running into a nasty new problem
  3640. >Your dreams used to be fun--you often got your ideas for songs from them--but lately you keep waking up with sodden bedsheets
  3641. >Your sleep is filled with constant nightmares
  3642. >Almost all of them center around a tall monster in your closet that bangs its fist against the door
  3643. >Oftentimes you wake up crying your eyes out and needing to rush into Vinyl's room
  3644. >She always rocks you to sleep
  3645. >That's always a relief, but your incontinence problems are getting worse
  3646. >You ended up having a humiliating accident in the middle of a game of "phoenix, phoenix, dragon"
  3647. >And thus you literally peed away your hard-won respect
  3648. >After two more accidents, the school policy dictates that you be put back into diapers
  3649. >Vinyl is ready to kick some ass, but you decide to play their game
  3650. >And thus you take your diapering by the school nurse like a badass
  3651. >You're not gonna let anything stop you
  3652. >Although...you are starting to cry a lot more
  3653. >And the nightmares are getting worse and worse
  3654.  
  3655. A little bit more for you guys, since it's a slow day.
  3656.  
  3657. >Right now, you can't even get to sleep
  3658. >The air is freezing, and you could've sworn you heard something move in your closet
  3659. >Whimpering, you pull your blanket over your head and curl into a ball
  3660. >You're too afraid to call out for Vinyl
  3661. >The monster might hear you
  3662. >Wrapped up in your blankie, the air quickly goes from chilly to stifling. But you can't pull the covers away, because...because
  3663. >Because then...the monster will eat you!
  3664. >You can practically feel his presence in the room. He's going to burst out of your closet at any second
  3665. >You press more tightly into your bed, kept safe and warm only by your prized blanket and your thick white diaper
  3666.  
  3667. ᴬᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵒᵖᵉᶰˢ⋅
  3668.  
  3669. >You freeze. Every muscle is tighter than a suspension bridge cable.
  3670.  
  3671. ᶠᵒᵒᵗˢᵗᵉᵖˢ⋅ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᶜᶫᵒˢᵉʳ⋅
  3672.  
  3673. >You can't breathe. Your jaw opens, and then snaps shut before you can scream.
  3674.  
  3675. ʰᵉ'ˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ
  3676.  
  3677. ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ˢᶦᶰᵍᶫᵉ ˢᵒᵘᶰᵈ
  3678.  
  3679. ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ʰᵉᵃʳ ʰᶦᵐ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ
  3680.  
  3681. >One second passes. Two seconds. Three seconds.
  3682.  
  3683. >And then your covers are ripped aside
  3684.  
  3685.  
  3686. >Two screams split the midnight air
  3687.  
  3688. >The first is yours. The second belongs to the monster
  3689.  
  3690. >The creature stares at you with bulging, terrified eyes as you both continue your scream contest
  3691. >That's when you start to notice some things about him
  3692. >He's tall, but he's a bit chubby for a monster
  3693. >In fact, he looks kinda silly
  3694. >And why is he wearing an XCOM t-shirt?
  3695.  
  3696. >The facts hit you.
  3697. >The first is that the "monster" is human.
  3698. >The second is that he's a dork.
  3699.  
  3700. ###########
  3701.  
  3702. Captain_Murphy
  3703.  
  3704. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16856438/#16868430
  3705.  
  3706. A name has been changed to protect the innocent:
  3707.  
  3708. "Bill, bill, zebrican takeout menu, bill...oh what's this?" Anon examines an envelope with the letters "PPP" embroidered on the front. He smirks, knowing full well what the letter contains. "Hey Caramel, we got another one these, any idea what it could be~?" Anon says, walking over to the living room.
  3709.  
  3710. Caramel sees the letter, ears perking at the sight. "Oh, u-um, that's nothing! Just, uh, give it to me..!" he stammers, trotting up and reaching out to the letter with both hooves, a faint blush could be seen on his cheeks.
  3711.  
  3712. Anon cocks an eyebrow, lifting the letter just out of reach. "Hmm, "PPP", I know I've seen that somewhere before...I just can't quite remember." He ponders, tapping the letter on his chin in thought.
  3713.  
  3714. Caramel folds back his ears, making a second attempt at taking the letter. "Anoooon, stop it! It's mine, gimmeee!" he says in a very foalish manner.
  3715.  
  3716. Anon chuckles warmly, looks like someone was already getting into character. "Ah, now I remember, "Prancing Pony Prepatory", that elementary school few blocks away." He exclaims, handing the letter to the anxious pony with a grin. "I didn't even know you went there."
  3717.  
  3718. Caramel widens his eyes a bit at the name of 'his school', halting his attempts and staring at his roommate as if in thought. "Um.. Right! That's it... P-Prancing Pony Preparatory!" He eagerly takes the letter, and with an awkward pause and chuckle, he darts off into their room.
  3719.  
  3720. Gosh, what an adorable little colt." Anon whispers as Caramel gleefully gallops into his bedroom. He makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing an apple for a quick snack before settling down on the couch. "A bit on the shy side though..." He remarks, taking a quick bite. "But hopefully he'll come out of that shell a bit tonight."
  3721.  
  3722. Caramel takes a quick look behind him before closing the door half way, flopping onto his bed and raising the letter up into the air. "Oh boy, oh boy~," he whispers to himself, hooves working at an excited pace to open the letter. Soon enough, he finally pulled out the paper inside, unfolding it fully and reading it to himself:
  3723.  
  3724. >Dear Dulce-de-Leche,
  3725.  
  3726. >I couldn't wait to finally see you tonight, I just had to write my special little foal another letter! I hope you're excited as I am for our special weekend together, I know I've been counting down the days to the very last minute. I know we've never met in real life, but I feel like the bonds we've built together mean something a lot more. I mean, with all we know about each other we're practically roommates already!! I'll be at your apartment precisely at 7, so make sure you get your little behind nice and padded before I get there!
  3727.  
  3728. Yours Truly,
  3729. Incognito
  3730.  
  3731. (P.S. The pacificer I sent you would be a nice touch too~)
  3732.  
  3733. Caramel 's cheeks become visibly flushed as he read the letter more and more. At some parts he chucked, others, his heart fluttered. After he finished reading it, he read it all once more, then a third time just to seal it home, hugging the letter to his chest! He had but one concern on his mind-- could he get his roommate to leave and be gone before seven?
  3734.  
  3735. Back in the living room, Anon finishes his snack, swiftly depositing his apple in the garbage can before checking the clock. "Hmm, just after 6:30, I suppose it's time to finish "packing". With that, he heads back into the bedroom, knocking on the door a few times before entering. "Alrighty Caramel, I'm going to get a few things together before I leave for my trip to Canterlot, you sure you'll be okay for the weekend all by yourself?"
  3736.  
  3737. Caramel quickly looked up at the knocks, making sure the letter's writing was completely out of view. "Um, yep! I'll be fine, definitely!" He quickly nodded, swaying the tip of a hoof to 'dismiss' Anon from his sight.
  3738.  
  3739. Anon closes the door, rolling his eyes with a huff as Caramel barely listened to a word he said. *Boy, someone's acting a little fussy today.* He thinks with a smile, turning back towards his own bedroom. Fishing around under his bed, he pulled out a suitcase and throws it onto the bed, smirking as he examines the contents within.
  3740.  
  3741. Of course, Anon hadn't needed to pack any particular travel accessories like clothing or toiletries, but it had been a good hiding spot for a few presents for his new foal. Glancing at his watch, he notices he still had some time to spare. "Well then, let's go have a little fun shall we?" He says, exiting the room with his suitcase.
  3742.  
  3743. Caramel smiles to himself. It was really happening! Tonight would be the night where he'd get to be alone and simply foal-out to his heart's content. He wiggled his hooves victoriously, rolling off the bed and prancing around like a good pony would. His eyes moved to one of his drawers. It had a false bottom that hid most of his babying supplies. Caramel was tempted to sneak a look and maybe pull out a paci.. *No!* He thought. *Not yet.. Be patient, Caramel, you'll get your chance..~*
  3744.  
  3745. Anon with suitcase in hand approaches the door, straightening out his tie and clearing his throat. *Time for all those acting lessons to pay off*. "Oh man, I can't believe this, "Carriage Flight 208 to Canterlot Delayed Due to Inclement Weather?" He giggles quietly, knowing full well that no such thing exists. "I guess I'm bunking here for a few hours before the weather clears up..."
  3746.  
  3747. Caramel perks his ears at the mere mention of a delay, snapping his head to the doorway. He pops out of his room immediately, "Wait, wh-what!? You can't be delayed, I haaaveeeee... to... Uh.. I mean..!" He stammers, clearing his throat.
  3748.  
  3749. "I-I mean, it's inconvenient to you! C-can't you just get another flight?" His expression looks shot, his heart dropping at the thought of missing his own 'appointment'.
  3750.  
  3751. Anon laughs, this was just too easy. "I'm afraid not, it's just looking too dicey out there I suppose." He says casually, checking his nails for dirt. "But boy, you seem a little anxious to get me out of the house, Caramel. What's the matter, you got a hot date coming over?" He asks with a chuckle, idly twirling the briefcase around.
  3752.  
  3753. Caramel paws his hooves at the ground, nervously, eyes flicking around at Anon's teasing. "N-no I don't! Stop!" He covers his hooves to his mouth, noticing how loudly he shouted the last sentence. "I-I mean.. I'm sorry..." He looks down, defeated, just like a little apologetic foal who'd been caught stealing from a cookie jar. "I just, um.. I don't want you to miss your visit to Canterlot..." He kicks a hoof, a bit regretful he has to lie so blatantly
  3754.  
  3755. Anon checks his watch once again, finding it reads 10 minutes before 7. "Aww, thanks Caramel, I didn't mean to tease you, should've known you're always looking out for this me." *He's a had enough for now, after all the real gun hasn't even begun*. "I guess you're right though, I'd hate for the skies to clear up and have to rush to get down to the station, good thing I have my best friend around to knock some sense into me, huh?" He adds with a soft laugh.
  3756.  
  3757. Caramel 's eyes light up with hope, his expression turning optimistic again. "Oh.. Y-yes! It's alright... I've always got your back, buddy!" A fake smile is easily made, fueled by the joy of knowing his roommate will actually leave him be, and not a minute too soon according to the clock! He trots up and pushes the top of his head to Anon's side, urging him to go. "I-I'll hold the fort, don't worry! You have fun, now, and be sure to write!"
  3758.  
  3759. Anon stumbles a bit, quickly bounding up with a chuckle as the colt ushers him out the door. "Easy there, partner, I'm sure I'll be there in time." Before he leaves, he ruffles the young stallions mane with his free hand with a soft smile. "I'll see you soon, okay?" Despite all his teasing, he had really grown to love the stallion. As hard as it had been for Caramel to express his feelings over the many letters they'd exchanged, it'd had been just as hard for Anon. After all, he had to live with the knowledge that the one he loved was always but a few feet by his side, longing to be with him, to nuture and care for the adult foal. In all honesty, they were one in the same. A tiny pang of doubt resonated deep within the human as he gazed lovingly at the stallion. Would Caramel even be able to even love him?
  3760.  
  3761. Caramel looks up with a smile at the ruffling to his mane, nodding back to the human, sincerely this time. "You will, Annie. Really, I hope you enjoy yourself!" His foalish side urged him to give a hug to Anon, and so he did, wrapping his hooves around the human's lower torso. He did after all, care for Anon. He looked up to him almost like he was a big brother, always there for Caramel, making sure he never got in trouble... But right now he knew somepony important was coming over, somepony who could take care of him and love him just like the foal at heart he was. He flicked his tail and gave an eager wave goodbye to Anon, giving the friendliest look he could muster.
  3762.  
  3763. Anon's heart flutters as the stallion wrapped his hooves around him, returning the hug in full, struggling not to embrace him too long before finally setting releasing his grasp. "Okie-dokie then, I'm off! See ya soon, Caramel!" He exclaimed merely starting out the door, suitcase in tow.
  3764.  
  3765. Caramel: Caramel watches for a moment, giving another wave.. *Going... going... Gone!* He closes the door shut and turns around, letting out a breath. Looking around for a moment, he jumps up and whinnies, "Yippee~!" His eyes catch a glance to the clock after his celebratory moment, noticing it was only a few minutes to seven! "Oh, horseapples!" He scrambles straight into his bedroom, opening up his drawer and pulling out the hidden contents within; a pacifier, a bib, and a big, thick, blue-trimmed diaper.
  3766.  
  3767. He took a few seconds to admire his foalish items before going to work, putting each one on! Meanwhile, Anon turned around the corner listening for the telltale sign of the apartment door closing before turning right back around, waiting just outside the door. Once again peeking at his watch, he noticed it was nearly 7. "Yeesh, I hope I gave the poor guy enough time." He sighed leaning against the wall, letting his mind wander. The thought of Caramel, clad in nothing but a thick, poofy diaper, toddling around on his little hoofsies...it was almost too good to be true. So many times he dreamed of turning to the stallion, revealing to him the truth about their pen pal relationship as the colt joyfully lept into his arms. But this was it, do or die. "Here goes nothing..." With a deep breathe, Anon steels himself, giving a distinct knock on the door, just as he had specified within the letter.
  3768.  
  3769. Caramel jumped at the sound of the door knocking, knowing it was his pen pal. "Mmrmph, just a moment!" He called out, bent in an awkward position on the floor, using his teeth to pull up the last of his hoof mitts, extra compliments to his bib, paci, and extra poofy diaper around his flank. *Gee..* he thought. His penpal MUST have passed Anon on his way over! It was too close, seeing as he barely had the time to baby up. No matter, though. He managed to make it in time, hopping up to all fours, and giving a quick look to himself in a mirror.
  3770.  
  3771. He blushed at the sight, admittedly looking very cute~. "Phew.. This is it..." Caramel whispered, his heart racing as he left his room and approached the door. His hoof stopped at the door handle. How would he look? Will he be good enough for his PPP buddy? Only one way to find out...
  3772.  
  3773. He slowly opened the door... And shrieked out at the sight.
  3774.  
  3775. "A-anon!?"
  3776.  
  3777. Anon awkwardly smiles, giving a labored wave at the adorable colt before him. The diaper wrapped around his waist was far thicker than he could've ever imagined, and the blue coloring complemented his fur perfectly. The tiny booties that adorned his little hooves were absolutely to die for. But the part that made his heart melt was the pacifier that dangled around his neck ever so gently. He had made special care to pick out that particular one, after all, it matched his caramel-colored coat. The look on the poor stallion's on his face was mixture of shock and fear that Anon had expected, having rehearsed this encounter millions of times in his head, and yet, he froze. What did he plan to say to him, oh God, what was could he say? Hey there, little guy, is your mommy or daddy home? Or maybe...Surprise! I tricked you! I'm really the stallion you thought you were talking to! No no, this wasn't supposed to happen! Finally, as the two stood in silence, he spoke. "H-hey Caramel..."
  3778.  
  3779. Caramel didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Perhaps his roommate forgot something and came back? Or maybe the flight really was delayed for good? It didn't matter. He didn't feel the diaper around his rump, the soft booties on his hooves, or even the paci around his neck (Even if any good foal would want to suckle on it for comfort at the moment..). Right now, all he felt was the pure shame and distraught of seeing his friend in front of him. Probably soon to be his former friend, seeing Caramel in this state... He backed up a hoof. "K-Anon, no.. it's.. n-not.." His cheeks flushed red and tears began to well up in his eyes. He took another step back, then another. "I-i-it's not what it..!" He gave a strong whimper and turned his body, soon galloping away to his room with suppressed tears, not wanting to face his friend like this. The door slammed shut behind him.
  3780.  
  3781. The sound of shattering glass echoes throughout Anon's mind as the stallion ran back into his bedroom. *This wasn't how it was supposed to be, I just wanted to...*. The thunderous crash of Caramel's door slamming brings him back to reality. "Oh no, Caramel..." He murmurs in fright, rushing through the door towards his roommates chambers. As he approaches the room, he hears the faint sounds of the stallion in the room, the muffled sobs he heard coming from behind the door tearing his heart to shreds. He quickly jiggles the knob, finding it locked.
  3782.  
  3783. He quickly jiggles the knob, finding it locked. He pounds a few times on the door, desperately trying to get the stallion's attention. "Caramel, please open the door, I just want to talk to you!"
  3784.  
  3785. Caramel stays silent, never mind the constant sobbing and whimpering as he kept his face buried in his pillow. Why didn't he just look out the window first? Why didn't he just ask who it was before he opened the door? Why did he even LET himself get into this situation. In reality, it wasn't such a big deal, but because this was so important to Caramel.. All the months of letters being exchanged between his pen pal and himself... Not to mention how much he enjoyed and fantasized being taken care of like a foal. All that seemed to be torn to shreds in front of him. He let the first volley of knocks on his door go unnoticed, hoping Anon would just walk away; his foalish side telling him he would just disappear to Canterlot and everything would be okay. But that wasn't going to happen. He soon decided to respond, "N-no..! J-just go, K-Anon, I-I don't want to talk..! Y-you hate me now... You think I'm a freak..!"
  3786.  
  3787. “You hate me, you think I'm a freak."
  3788.  
  3789. The words cut deep through Anon like a blade. How could he have made the one he cared about feel like an outcast? He should've just came clean to crush earlier, like a normal person.
  3790. Why did he have to toy with his heart for so long?
  3791.  
  3792. Zero self-projection here guys, I promise.
  3793.  
  3794. He thought had thought he was clever with his innocent tricks, but when push came to shove, he was just an idiot. And a coward. An absolute monster. He clenched his fists and slammed on the door once again, sliding down to his knees as tears began to pour down his face. "C-caramel, please open the door." He begged the stallion to hear his plea.
  3795.  
  3796. Though he was in a bout of turmoil, Caramel could hear the distress in his friend's voice. He lifted his head slowly from the pillow in thought, giving a few sniffles as he looked back at the door. He gave a shaky breath and stepped off of his bed, his hooves wobbling from his emotions. The Earth Pony's diaper crinkled as he approached the door, only accenting his situation. With another sniff, he raised a hoof to the door handle. From the outside, a few clicks could be heard as Caramel unlocked the door, and soon the door shifted open creaking ever so softly as the two finally faced each other again. Caramel's cheeks and snout were red, his eyes still streaming a few drops of tears. But the pony's hurt expression changed to surprise as soon as he saw Anon. He had not expected his friend to be on his knees, crying. Why was this happening? The sight did manage to tug at his heart, even though he did remain silent.
  3797.  
  3798. Anon looked up as he heard the door softly creak open. There stood his beloved Caramel, biting his lower lip in agony as he struggled to hold back any more tears from his already reddened eyes.
  3799.  
  3800. "Caramel..." He began, sniffling as he gazed at the colt. "I didn't mean for it to happen this way...any of it." He lamented, wiping a stray tear from his eye. "All this time, it was a lie...it was me sending you those letters, not some random stallion." He admitted the truth, laying it all on the line as the words poured freely from his mouth. "I wanted to tell you for so long, I really did, I swear I didn't want you to have to share that burden alone." He stated, gritting his teeth, choking back tears. "I always thought I was brave, but y-you...I can't imagine how much c-courage it took to...I just..." "You faced that uncertainty so confidently, but me...I'm just...I just...". He stuttered, trying to find the words. Anon knew it was over, there was no way he'd be with him after this catastrophic event. "I didn't even have the strength to tell you...I l-love you." He cried as his face fell into his hands, tears now freely pouring down his face in defeat, his cries echoing throughout the apartment.
  3801.  
  3802. Caramel stumbled backwards, his mouth opened softly as he took it all in. The puzzle put itself together on why his friend was acting so strongly about this. Why he came back... This is his pen pal. Anon is his pen pal. But if that wasn't enough for him, his heart especially sank at those words.
  3803.  
  3804. "I love you."
  3805.  
  3806. He felt so many emotions watching Anon sob in front of him after admitting so much. He felt relieved, angry, happy, pathetic... But most of all, he struggled to comprehend how he would possibly make everything better. With how much he had just been apologized to, he could at least try comforting his friend. He brought up a hoof to wipe away any tears from his face, before taking a quick short set of steps forward, kneeling down in front of Anon. "I-I don't.. Please, stop.. Stop it, Anon..." He pushed his snout to Anon's head, nuzzling a bit into his hair. "You're.. You're him?"
  3807.  
  3808. Anon felt the sensation of wet muzzle gently nuzzle his hair. Looking up, he stared at the stallion. Here Caramel was, dressed as foalish as could be, and yet he was the one weeping like a baby, unable to control emotions.
  3809.  
  3810. "You're h-him"?"
  3811.  
  3812. Nodding his head, he spoke to the stallion. "When the first letter first came to our apartment, with my handwriting on the front, I was horrified, I thought it was sent back by mistake." He said, a tear running down his face. "But after I saw you take it...you looked so happy, I just knew." He sobbed, clutching at his chest. "If I would've just told you then...maybe this...maybe it could've been different." He knew there was no coming back from this, he'd hurt the poor stallion too much, he didn't deserve to be with him, let alone his friendship.
  3813.  
  3814. Anon knew Caramel always thought of him like a big brother, that he could always count on the human, but in reality, it was Caramel's friendship that had kept him going in this strange, new world. His smile, his laugh, everything about the colt brought joy to his heart. Without Caramel, he was nothing. And now... "I-I'm sorry, Caramel."
  3815.  
  3816. Caramel looked into Anon's eyes. He listened silently, giving a few nods as he laid himself down in front of the human. His mind was racing like a speeding train, yet one thought kept recurring in his mind. This meant that his closest friend was also the same friend he trusted his deepest secrets to. The one he wrote all his thoughts and desires to in all those letters. And most of all what Anon was saying was sincere. He was hurt now, but that was because of how afraid he was of losing Anon as a friend. And though it was deceitful... Caramel couldn't bring himself to get angry at Anon for it. "Anon.. Please, d-don't be sorry." He moved his mitten-covered hooves forward, placing them on top of Anon's hands. "I just.. Please tell me this:" He gave a breath, "is everything you're saying absolutely honest? F-from your heart?" His hoof moved Anon's hand to up to the human's chest, looking earnestly for an answer.
  3817.  
  3818. Anon feels the softs mittens against his hands, looking up to return his gaze. He listened to the soft breathing of the stallion, seeing his chest slowly rise and fall behind the front of his bib. "I meant every word."
  3819.  
  3820. Anon feels the softs mittens against his hands, looking up to return his gaze. He listened to the soft breathing of the stallion, seeing his chest slowly rise and fall behind the front of his bib. "I meant every word."
  3821.  
  3822. He clutched at his mittened hooves, bringing them close to his chest, desperately trying to convey his true feelings. "With all my heart, Caramel, there is nothing in this world I cherish more than you." He whispers quietly, gazing longingly into the colt's eyes. Caramel’s mouth formed a soft smile at those words, and soon his hoof began to tremble as Anon held his hoof against his chest. He sniffled and simply did the first thing his foalish instincts told him to do to a beloved friend in need.
  3823.  
  3824. Hug.
  3825.  
  3826. Caramel scooted forward and wrapped his hooves around Anon's back, his mane pushing up against the human's chin and his snout buried just below his friend's neck. ""You're him... Y-you're here..!" He quietly chanted, tail beginning to sway against his crinkling diaper. "You were always there... You always watched over me... A-and, it was all because y-you..." He squeezed his hug a bit tighter. "Love me..?"
  3827.  
  3828. Caramel's embrace catches Anon off guard, bringing him out of his haze. He quickly launches his arms around the colt returning the hug, bringing him into his arms, snuggling the colt into his chest. Anon rests his head on Caramel's soft mane, the human's strong arms holding him firmly in place as he nuzzles the thickly diapered colt.
  3829.  
  3830. "I do, Caramel, I always have." He wails, as tears fall stream from his eyes on to the colt's mane. "You were always there for me, and I wanted to be there for you, but I was always afraid to tell you I wanted to...to care for you like a foal, but now...seeing you here in my arms...it's like a dream come true."
  3831.  
  3832. Caramel could feel his heart flutter from being hugged, the period of turmoil and uncertainty finally coming to an end as he came to terms with the situation. He asked for somepony to play with and nurture him for a night. But here, he got something better. He now had someone to love him and care for him for a lifetime. He no longer needed to hide his secrets from his best friend, and most of all, he felt closer to Anon than ever before. He pulled back his head from Anon's chest, and looked up at his new foalsitter. The light-amber colored pony pressed his snout to Anon's nose, giving a soft sniffle as his worries vanished. "There, there, Anon... Maybe we could take this to somewhere a bit softer? F-foals don't like sitting on the floor for too long..~" He shifted a bit in his thick padding, wiggling his nose softly against the human's.
  3833.  
  3834. Anon felt the soft Caramel's butterfly kisses dance on his nose, as he listened to the words of his roommate turned charge. To be consoled so babyishly by somepony dressed like a foal, he couldn't help but utter a small laugh as the last of his tears dried up.
  3835.  
  3836. But more importantly, Caramel still wanted to go through with their plans! He snuggled the adult foal closer to himself and...oh wait, Caramel was right though, a good caretaker wouldn't leave his precious little foal on the floor like this. His soul reinvigorated, he whisked the colt up into his arms like a tiny foal, planting a hand squarely beneath his padded rump to support him, gently rubbing his back. "Okay cutiepie, let's go have some fun." And with that, Anon began ferrying his precious foal towards the living room to begin their weekend vacation.
  3837.  
  3838. Caramel nearly squeaked as he was scooped up in his newly revealed caretaker's arms, bringing his hooves up to his chest and cooing appreciatively. "M-mmhm!" He leaned into Anon's chest, watching this new side of his roommate with piqued interest. He had seen Anon become caring towards him before, but this was a whole new level that he was exploring. And he loved it. His tummy filled with butterflies as he was carried through the house, his thick diaper waving from side to side while his tail wagged like an eager puppy's. He was more than ready to start their weekend of fun.
  3839.  
  3840. Anon 's mind began to race as he carried Caramel through the hallway. *Oh man, this is the first time I've ever done anything like this before.* He thought nervously, holding the fuzzy pony to his chest as they made their way through the hallway. *Okay, lemme think...it's kind've late, and I don't think he's eaten yet...okay! I've got!*
  3841.  
  3842. A smile appears on his face, striding into the living room. He gently sets the colt down on his padded bottom in the middle of the floor with loud crinkle. "Don't go anywhere, little guy, I'll just be a second." He speeds back into the hallway, not wanting to leave his foal alone for even a second, diving into his room to pull the comforter off of his bed. *This should do nicely* Dragging the blanket along the floor, he hastily grabs the suitcase from the hallway, bringing it back to the living room, where Caramel eagerly awaited his return. He spread out the fluffy comforter along the floor for his baby. *Gosh, I hope he likes these...* Opening the suitcase, he deposited several small foal toys onto the blanket. Some blocks, a few stuff animals, and numerous other toys, even little speak-and-say! Breathing a sigh of relief, he gently motioned over for Caramel to get onto the blanket. "Alright little one, you play nice while I go get your dinner ready, okay sweetpea?"
  3843.  
  3844. Caramel looks up at Anon as he's set on his crinkling seat, giving a smile and nod as he's given his instructions. "Mmkay!" He replies back, sitting in place as still as he can. It proves to be a small challenge, though; Caramel is simply ecstatic at the turn of events. He rocks forward and backwards on his rounded poofy bottom for the next small while, until he hears Anon dragging something back into the room.
  3845.  
  3846. What he didn't see was the suitcase that Anon set down, and more importantly the items inside. He gasped and brought his hooves to his mouth as all the foal's toys were laid about on the comforter, Caramel watching absolutely blissful. He hadn't expected his pen pal-- er, Anon to go that far when he meant he wanted to be his foalsitter! "T-toys!" was all he could yip out, pouncing in the middle of the blanket to indulge in some of the stuffed animals, some of them bouncing up from his pounce. He looked up as Anon promised him dinner. "Th-thank you so much, daddy! I will!" He put on his best foal voice (easy for a pony with a voice as light as his~), and switched his attention back to the toys, exploring each one after the other~
  3847.  
  3848. *He called me daddy...* It almost caused Anon pain to pick up and cuddle the cute little foal right then and there as he watched Caramel gleefully bound towards his new toys, his diapers rustling beneath his flank. *He's not a stuffed animal after all*. Ultimately, he decided against it, Anon gently plants a kiss squarely on the colts forehead before heading into the kitchen. *Besides, there'll be plenty of time for that later.* "Play nice now, honey, and just call daddy if you need me!" With that, he heads into the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself and his little foal.
  3849.  
  3850. Caramel blushed softly at the kiss on his head, that being the only thing making him stay still for the moment."I-I will! Thank you, daddy~." He watched Anon walk into the kitchen, keeping his gaze fixed to the pathway for a moment. *I just called him daddy... A-and he liked it..!* A smile spread across his face and he snapped out of his trance, looking down at all his toys. His diaper crinkled as he rolled over and kept his body lying low to the comforter as he chose his next target. "Mmmm..! Eeny-meeny-miney-mo..!" He chose at random for which toy to play with, ending on a jingling and ratling colorful caterpillar. He grinned to himself and silently giggled as he played with the toy, feeling wonderful to let his youthful spirit out.
  3851.  
  3852. Anon made strode into the kitchen and began sifting through the refrigerator, trying to find something for his little one happily playing in the living room. Too spicy, too hardy...he just could not find a single thing worth feeding to Caramel. Nothing appropriate for a foal at all...wait...hold on. Suddenly a thought sprang into his head. Dipping into the basket on the counter, he pulled out a few sweet potatoes and smiled ecstatically. He opened the fridge and peered at the ingredients. "Milk, eggs, butter...it's all here! Perfect!" He exclaimed, gathering all the necessary ingredients from the the icebox and strategically laying them out on the countertop. He admired his spread, but there was something missing..."Got it!"
  3853.  
  3854. Caramel lay on his back, his hooves 'galloping' in the air as he batted the caterpillar around. Soon enough, he finished with it, letting the toy flop on its side with a small jingle, making the Earth Pony giggle. Caramel looked to the see-and-say toy, giggling as he sat up on his big poofy bottom, pulling the lever down on the toy as it randomly chose different farm animals, accompanied by various 'moos', 'oinks', and 'clucks'. He idly brought his pacifier to his mouth and suckled on it, hearing his tummy grumble defiantly at him. He whimpered a bit and looked to the entrance of the kitchen. Though the toys were wonderful, he longed for his daddy to return.
  3855.  
  3856. He speedily peeled the potatoes with zeal, tossing them into the pot to boil while he prepared the rest of the ingredients as he preheated the oven. Luckily, it didn't take long for the spuds to become nice and soft, and he went about mashing to a nice, pasty consistency, mixing in the rest of the ingredients with just a dash of vanilla to taste, just like his grandmother used to. Stirring the orange mush together, he carefully spooned it into a ceramic baking dish, making sure to spread it evenly throughout. Setting a timer, he plopped down a generous helping of confectionary puffs onto the dish. *Just a little something sweet for my sweetheart* He thought as he slid the the pan into the oven. Alright, that should take about ten minutes...plenty enough time for Anon to go play with his little one while the food cooks!
  3857.  
  3858. Caramel just began to stand up off his padded rump, gingerly stepping off the comforter to peek into the kitchen, sniffing at the lovely smelling dinner. He watched with his eyes peeking from behind the corner of a wall as Anon moved swiftly throughout the kitchen, soon putting his creation into the oven. He barely had time before he realized his caretaker was finished after setting the timer, ears perking as he galloped as quietly as possible back into the living room. His dive onto the comforter came short-hooved, though, sliding a bit ontop of the blanket before coming to a soft stop into the front of the couch, his thickly padded rump high in the air as Anon walked in. "O-ow..."
  3859.  
  3860. Anon thought he had heard the skittering of hooves acrossed the ground as he entered the living room. Sure enough, there was Caramel with his poofy flank on display, having clearly tripped on his slippery little booties. The sight filled his heart with joy and brought a smile his face as he moved towards his little foal. "Aww, looks like someone's about ready to start walking soon." He chuckled, patting the colt on his crinkley bottom. "Not quite though, eh?" He asked, reaching over Caramel, picking the colt up and inspecting him for ouchies. "Nope, no boo-boos here! But that doesn't mean I can't give my foal a little kiss now, does it?" He asked, not really expecting an answer before smooching the fluffy foal on his cheek.
  3861.  
  3862. "Now, we've got a few more minute before dinner's ready, wanna play with daddy a bit?" Caramel blushes as he looked from behind his poofy flank, blushing more at the pats to his bottom, and even more so to the words his caretaker playfully bantered at him with. He didn't quite anticipate just how embarrassed Anon could make him feel as his daddy. All the same, he loved it to bits. He merely nodded before he was picked up, giggling a bit as Anon inspected his body for owies. He then closed his eyes and wagged his tail at the loving smooch to his cheek, reaching his soft, mitten-covered hooves out to his human as he was offered some playtime. "Mmm! I-I wouwd wuv too!" He giggled at his own attempt at a foal voice, enthused to have his daddy back close to him again.
  3863.  
  3864. Anon: "Let's hop to it then!" /me declared as he held the colt in his arms. He carefully inspected a few of the toys with his free hand, trying to determine what would best suit the colt. The binky still dangled around his mouth, and he popped it into the stallion's mouth. *Hmm, this is a lot harder than a I thought it'd be.* He didn't want to bore Caramel, but he did want to make playtime special for them. As he pondered this conundrum, a thought crossed his mind and a smirk found it's way onto his face. Toys were just a small part of babysitting, after all, parents used more than toys to entertain their children.
  3865.  
  3866. He turned the foal around towards his face and stood up, wrapping his arms around his waist just above his diaper. "Upsy-daisy, Caramel! 1-2-and...3!" He yelled, launching the pony into the air as the stallion giggled with glee, floating in the air before gently landing back into Anon's arms. He repeated the process a few times, throwing him higher and higher each time as he squealed, nuzzling his cheek each time he came down. After few tosses, Anon lays down on his back with his arms extending, holding Caramel above his chest, gazing lovingly at his foal. *There's nothing in this world I'd trade for this moment* He thought, as he looked at the colt smiling down at him through the shield of his pacifier.
  3867.  
  3868. Caramel: Caramel grinned as the soother was put back into his mouth, idly suckling on it as he watched his caretaker with curiousity, bringing his hooves back up to his chest. *Will he snuggle a plushie to me? Is he gonna teach me the animals on a farm? Or is he-- eep!* Caramel squeaked as Anon's arms wrapped around his waist, his tail swishing around as hewas lifted up a bit, before being launched up, making him giggle like he was being filled with butterflies! His stomach certainly felt that way-- he was having so much fun! Caramel squeaked and squealed behind his paci at every toss, landing back down into Anon's arms without fail.
  3869.  
  3870. On the final toss, Caramel decided to show his appreciation, wrapping his hooves around his daddy's shoulders and pulling them both into a snuggly embrace, nuzzling his pacifier to Anon's cheek~.
  3871.  
  3872. Basking in the warmth he and his little one shared, Anon snuggled Caramel close to his body as the colt sucked on his dummy, letting his mind wander. The had been a rollercoaster of emotion, he wanted nothing more than to prove to Caramel that his love was genuine, that he meant every word he had said. Just holding him here in his arms, tucking the colt safely in his arms as he cooed at the human..this was bliss, pure and simple. Absolutely nothing could ever-*BEEP BEEP BEEP*. The time in the kitchen began chiming, signaling the end of playtime. *Well, nothing except that.* He thought with a giggle, hoisting the padded pony into the air. "Ready for your dinner, little guy?" He asked, rubbing his nose against the tip of his muzzle. "Time to get something in that tummy of yours!" He says excitedly, ferrying the colt into the kitchen.
  3873.  
  3874. Caramel sighed contently behind his paci, snuggling warmly into Anon's embrace, feeling just the same as his caretaker. His emotions had been through the roof in both directions, so this moment of silence, warmth, and relaxation was something to be cherished. ...That is, until the beeper rang. Caramel whimpered at the interruption, like any foal only thinking of the near future.
  3875.  
  3876. It was only when Anon lifted him up and reminded him of their upcoming dinner that Caramel realized this was a good thing! He nodded happily, speaking behind his paci, "Me! I wan'na eat!" He wiggled playfully in his daddy's grip, sniffing his meal as they entered the kitchen, his tummy once again rumbling.
  3877.  
  3878. Anon hears the young colt's tummy let out a growl as he carries him into the kitchen. "Whoa, somepony's really hungry isn't he? Isn't he? He cooes, tickling Caramel's soft belly, eliciting a small giggle from the colt as he squirmed in his arms. Anon smiles, switching off the timer and gently setting his little one at his feet. "Gotta get my colt's table set, you behave now, okay honey?" He instructed, giving the colt a little pinch on his chubby cheeks.
  3879.  
  3880. Caramel nods a little, definitely getting a good giggle out as he was tickled, looking down as he was set on his bootie-covered hooves, returning his gaze to his caretaker. "I-I will!" He chirped, giving a proud stance before falling back down on his cushioned bottom with an audible 'pomph~'. He blushed at the pinch to his cheeks; ever since he began playing foal, he definitely felt a lot littler. Being carried around certainly helped with that. Of course, to Caramel, all this felt simply wonderful. He watched as his daddy went to set up his table, before returning his attention to the oven. Whatever it was, it smelt good~.
  3881.  
  3882. Anon deftly dons his trusty oven mitts, removing the dish from the oven, inhaling the sweet smelling. *Mmm, man I hope he likes this as much as I do*. Anon removes a bowl and spoon from the cupboard, spooning a generous helping of the dish in the bowl before placing them at the dinner table. Next, he fishes around the cabinet, retrieving a clean rag. *Just in case my foal's a messy eater.* He thinks with a chuckle, setting it down and heading back into the fridge to pull out his own dinner. A simple leftover garden salad, nothing too special, but it'd allow him to eat and feed his new foal at the same time with relative ease. The set up came together nicely, there was only one problem: where would he put his foal? *Oh well, hopefully he'll like this just a much.* Anon thinks, scooping his padded partner into his arms. "I know we don't have a high chair, Caramel, but do you think you can sit in daddy's lap just for tonight?" He asks sweetly, sitting down on the chair with the stallion squarely in his lap.
  3883.  
  3884. Caramel 's eyes followed Anon wherever he went. The oven, the fridge, the table, the cupboards... His big white diaper served as a rotating chair while he watched his caretaker. And, he certainly did have a bit of fun letting the smooth crinkly plastic of his diaper help spin him around on the floor. The light-amber pony looked up curiously and cooed softly once his daddy finished setting everything up, even more so as he was scooped up in Anon's warm embrace.
  3885.  
  3886. Caramel’s eyes brightened at the proposal and he nodded eagerly, "Oh, yes yes yes, daddy! I wanna! I wanna!" He hugged his caretaker close, feeling like it was an accomplishment to get to sit on daddy's lap while he ate dinner. His tail certainly wagged at the thought of it all. Once he was seated in his daddy's lap, he bounced a bit in his crinkly diaper, happy to be here and no where else~
  3887.  
  3888. Seeing his foal hopping up and down excitedly on his padded rump fills Anon with happiness. "Okie dokie, let's get my baby colt all nice and fed!" He exclaims, firmly, but gently wrapping an one arm around his charge to keep him in place while he reached for the bowl. He scooped a spoonful of the orange mush topped with golden-browned fluffy bits towards the muzzle of his foal. "I figured this'd be better for my baby than yucky processed foal food." He stated, sticking his tongue out to in a teasing manner. "But I wanna give my baby what he needs, so I put a little bit of my own twist on foal food" He exclaimed, gently blowing on the spoon to cool down the hot mush. "Sweet potato casserole with marshmallows, for my little sweet potato." He cooes, zooming the spoon towards his muzzle. "Now open wide for daddy! ...Silly me, can't eat with that in your mouth." He laughs, softly plucking the dummy from Caramel's muzzle.
  3889.  
  3890. Caramel lets out a squeak as soon as he feels an arm wrap around him, his stomach giving one more encouraging growl as he looked to the food. It made his heart melt. Not only did Anon spend all that time to cook for him, he did it with his itty bitty Caramel in mind, making some very yummy looking homemade foal food! And judging by the smell, it tasted even better than it looked. "Awmmm.. Th-thank you, daddy!" He said shyly as Anon finished blowing the food, soon floating the spoon to his muzzle. Caramel obeyed like a good little colt, opening his mouth wide with an "Ahhhhh," to make sure his daddy knew he wanted it. The spoon soon entered his mouth, and he closed his lips as he cleaned off the soft, warm sweet potato scoop from the spoon. His taste buds certainly appreciated the flavor, and Caramel eagerly 'chewed' on the mash, before swallowing it all, getting quite the bit of casserole around his lips. "Mmmmm! It's so yummy, daddy!"
  3891.  
  3892. "That's my good little colt!" He praises Caramel for being such a great eater, filled with pride and happiness as the colt eagerly opens his muzzle, eagerly awaiting the next spoonful. *He really likes it!* He thinks merrily, shifting the colt a bit in his lap as he gets the next spoonful ready to go. This time however, he decides to have a bit of fun with Caramel, making little steam engine noises as he circled the spoon around in the air. "Open the tunnel for the train big and wide, choo-choo!"
  3893.  
  3894. "Eeeeee~!" Caramel clopped his hooves together playfully and bounced a bit more in his daddy's lap, watching the choo-choo train come in for its final stop! His tummy~. He leaned back into his daddy's chest, keeping his mouth open again whilst letting out a few giggles here and there. His tail hanged off the edge of the chair, wagging from side to side and batting against Anon's legs as another testimony to his joy.
  3895.  
  3896. Anon 's heart skips a beat as the cuddly stallion rests against his chest, his poofy tushie bouncing up and down on his lap. Anon returned the action in earnest, lovingly bouncing Caramel up and down on his knee in rhythm with his train noises to complete the illusion. "Chugga chugga choo-hoo! Here it comes!" He giggled, finally bringing the "train" to his foals muzzle, grinning a bit as he playfully smeared a bit of the delicious mush just outside of his lips before entering his mouth."Looks like little Caramel's a bit of a messy eater huh? Good he's got his cute little bib on!" He said, taking a few bites of his own meal.
  3897.  
  3898. Caramel goes into a fit of giggles as he feels his caretaker's knee bounce him up and down, constantly sinking into his thickly padded flank, matching his own attempt at bouncing. He barely manages to keep his mouth open through his laughter, not even realizing the playful smear of that yummy mush along his lips wasn't his fault. Still, he eagerly accepted the train into its station, once again chewing through the mush of sweet potatoes, rewarded with its delicious flavor. "Mmmmm~!" He wiggles his hooves and sinks back into his daddy's chest, giving a big blush at being called a messy eater.
  3899.  
  3900. Anon continues to happily feed his bundle of joy, continuing his fun games with the colt. Sometimes it was a train, other times the Pegasus Express, but with love and care, he nourished his little foal. He purposefully prolongs the feeding, cherishing the time they were spending to together as daddy and foal. As time went on his "accidently" spilled a bit of the mush onto his baby's bib, painting Caramel in a picturesque image of the foal he so desperately wanted to be. "Whoopsie, don't worry about that little guy, we'll get you all cleaned up when we're done!"
  3901.  
  3902. Caramel carried on, eating and eating happily. He was happy at his belly finally being filled with warm food, but he was happier feeling his heart being filled with love. Anon was caring for him like this so wonderfully, keeping their playtime up even as he ate. It was much much better than what he thought while writing the letters from before. On and on he ate, giving a few giggles at being such a messy foal. He nodded, big blue eyes looking up at Anon's, "Mmkay, daddy!" He trusted his friend completely at this point. His relishing in the moment began to be interrupted-- as he reached the last couple scoops of the yummy mash, his bladder began alerting him. He squirmed and wiggled softly in his diaper, whimpering at the thought of using it right in front of his new daddy. Maybe he was more nervous than he thought, after all..
  3903.  
  3904. As Anon scrapped the last of the mush out of bowl, he begins to take notice of Caramel's increased fidgeting as he sat between his thighs. The human giggled as the colt squirms around on his crinkly butt. The squirming, the colt's soft whining, the biting of his lower lip, the feeling of the colt's rear hooves teasing up...yup, telltale signs of a little colt that needs to go potty alright. He knows the colt must have a little apprehension about wetting himself right on his daddy's lap, but he secretly hoped this would happen. He smiles thinking of the expected outcome, quickly bringing the spoon to his charge's mouth for one final bite.
  3905.  
  3906. "All gone! Good job, sweetheart. Now let's get my little foal all cleaned up!" He says tenderly, untying the messy bib from Caramel's neck. He picks up the rag, gingerly wiping the damp, warm washcloth to his foal's muzzle.
  3907.  
  3908. Caramel swallowed the last bite, content that his tummy was full at last. His body was a bit tense as his bib was untied from around his neck, and he felt the warmly prepared washcloth clean around his mouth. Even though he appreciated his daddy's efforts, his mind and body were both still fixated on the growing pressure between his legs. The embarrassment of wetting right then and there was the only thing stopping him. He looked up for some reassurance into his daddy's eyes, his blue ones full of need and want. He was greeted back with a warm smile along with a nuzzling to his snout. *My daddy loves me after all.. M-maybe he won't mind if I do it..!* He whimpered a bit and pulled his hooves up to his chest, before nodding to himself with resolve. His back hooves widened out, his body letting go of all its tension as his day's worth of water began filling up the front of his diaper, the thick, thirsty padding easily soaking it all up, leaving him with quite the warm, soggy diaper. Caramel slumped back into his daddy's chest, sighing in relief as he continued wetting, a big blush apparent on his cheeks.
  3909.  
  3910. As Anon finishes cleaning his foal, he felt Caramels rear hooves go limp, as a he felt a warming sensation radiate from the colt's enormous blue diaper. His heart melts at the sight, he begins to delicately rubs the colt's fuzzy belly, running another hand through Caramel's luscious mane as he fills his pampers. In their letters, they had written about this scenario and many others. So many times, Anon would step through the door to there apartment after reading one of Caramel's letters, wanting to whisk him into the air and onto a thick, crinkly diaper where he belonged, doing everything they had talked about and more. Those hopes and dreams now become a reality for Anon and Caramel. He feels the soggy diaper reaching its limit as Caramel shifts around in his lap and burrows into his chest, signaling the end of his very thorough soaking.The level of trust between the pair must've allowed Caramel to finally let himself go, and it made Anon's heart soar. With a smile, he moved a hand to the front of the colt's diaper giving it a firm squeeze, causing it to squish. "Uh-oh, I think somepony needs a fresh diapee!" He exclaims, lifting the foal from under his armpits, nuzzling the tip of his muzzle. "Come on, stinker." He chimes popping the binky back into his mouth, as Caramel wraps his arms around the humans neck to be ferried back into the living room.
  3911.  
  3912. Anon holds the colt close to his chest, supporting the colt's soggy bottom with his free hand, pressing the warm, wet padding into his flank as he carries him. Caramel sighs happily as he finishes soaking his big thick diaper. The padding is now very sodden and very warm, the result of Caramel's preparations earlier in the day. He had literally been fantasizing about this very moment since he woke up, drinking a few cups of water just so he could wet his diaper for his daddy. He felt like a naughty foal, but a foal indeed. The Earth Pony cooed a bit as he was picked up, blushing as his hooves squished a bit against his warm, filled diaper. He let out a rather surprised gasp at Anon's hand firmly squishing his thick, soggy diaper, making his already blushing cheeks turn a soft shade deeper of red. "Mmm.. I-I wet my diapee..." He shyly admitted, looking a bit more bashful as he was offered a change. His emotions were certainly happy about his scenario, though, and soon, Caramel snuggled into his daddy's hold, eager for a fresh diaper on his bottom. He rested his head on Anon's shoulder, cooing softly as he was carried away.
  3913.  
  3914. Anon hums as he softly rubs the stallion's back as they enter the living room. He kneels down on the poofy comforter, gently laying his cute little foal on his back, his squishy diaper on display for all to see. He dug around his suitcase as pulling out the items he needed for the job as Caramel suckles happily on his pacifier, kicking his bootied-hooves in the air, awaiting for his daddy to change his diaper. "Let's see...foal powder, wipes, lotion...that's about everything...wait a minute..." He face palms, realizing he forgot the most important part of any diaper change: a new diaper! He had completely forgotten to bring any in his haste. "Caramel, sweetie, Daddy forgot to bring diapers for his little foal, you wouldn't happen to have anymore that Daddy could go get, would you?" He asks, hoping the colt had at least a few to spare. After all, he planned to spend time with the colt the entire weekends as father and foal, and well...only having a diaper or two would make that a bit difficult.
  3915.  
  3916. Caramel cooed as he was laid back on the comforter again, softly wiggling his hooves in the air as he waited for his daddy to begin his changing. He was so eager, so happy! This was one of the things he fantasized the most about in his letters, letting his caretaker know exactly what he loved in changing. A squeaky clean bottom, lots of lovely scented powder, and a warm, thick diaper. His thoughts were interrupted by his daddy's question, and he looked up to see a distraught Anon, obviously flustered at forgetting to bring their diapers. "U-umm.. I have a few, daddy!" He gave an assuring smile as he watched his caretaker upside-down. "You, um.. You'll find them in my big brown drawer.. Look in the bottom shelf." He blinked as he realized he just revealed the location of his secret stash to his roommate. The irony made him giggle a bit, but above all, it was important his daddy had all the supplies to be a daddy! Not to mention, a warm diaper was nice, but he didn't wanna stay soggy all weekend.
  3917.  
  3918. "Thanks, sweetie, I'll be right back!" Anon thanks the stallion, dipping through the hallway and into his roommate's bedroom. He opens the drawer, revealing the plethora of poofy garments within. "Wow, he really comes prepared." He mutters, gathering a stack of the thick, blue diapers into his arms. He holds one to his face to inspect it, the scent of the fresh, crisp padding dancing around his nose as it crinkled in his grip. The sheer girth of the diaper would've made it nearly impossible to walk around in properly, and combined with Caramel's booties, it was not wonder why the colt could barely move in his foalish attire. But that was why Anon was there, to be there to care for his foal's every need. Just as he was about to get up in leave, he glances back down into the drawer, eyeing a pair of of plastic panties in the corner. He smiles, grabbing the diaper cover out of the drawer before shutting it closed. "I'll be there in a second, honey!" He exclaimed as he bounded out the bedroom door, ready to clean up his foal.
  3919.  
  3920. Caramel hummed to himself as Anon left for his room. A venturous hoof prodded at his own padding, squishing the thick and well used garment a bit as he waited, giggling at the feeling. He heard a good amount of rustling from his room, ears swiveling to check on the source. His head turned as his daddy finally came back with a stack of his big, poofy, baby blue diapers, with every intent to change him. His tail wagged once more and he cooed, "Daddy!" noticing at the top of the stack was his diaper cover. He blushed at the sight, eager for his diaper to be changed.
  3921.  
  3922. ###########
  3923.  
  3924. !6oem/KFolI
  3925.  
  3926. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16409781/#16516454
  3927.  
  3928. >It isn't until she's looking over me that I get a feel for how big she is
  3929. >Yesterday, she came up to my stomach, and now she towers over me like a colossus
  3930. >Try to imagine this, okay? Look at the nearest doorway, preferably double-wide. The left and right edges of the doors are those purple legs -- now up close I can see them in detail.
  3931. >They have a little bit of muscle from standing at the chalkboard, but really, her ass, no joke, as high as the top of your door to me, hangs over, a little chubby -- she's been enjoying maybe a few too many apples from repentant students as she reclines in that chair at her desk
  3932. >So now you understand how small I felt: what she expected me to do -- nurse like the infant I had become -- was impossible as those teats loomed far above my head. I couldn't jump that high if I wanted to.
  3933. >It only takes her a moment to fix her error as she gently slides into a laying position, giving me an excited, flushed look
  3934. >"Sorry, anon.. I'm so accustomed to feeding fillies that are a little older than you."
  3935. >What? Is she implying that she feeds school-age foals?
  3936. >I don't have much time to consider it as I'm once again borne aloft, but this time I come down on her thigh, mouth inches from her teats, directly on my butt
  3937. >Well, not DIRECTLY: there's a loud squelching sound as my soaked diaper, like a sponge being squeezed, floods my lower body with my bodily fluids, only to absorb them once more
  3938. >I stare dreamily at her 'taps' when she giggles girlishly and remarks, "What are you waiting for? They won't bite, and hopefully neither will you."
  3939. >A second later she as withdrawn my pacifier with another THUCK, and I find my little head, to her, no bigger than an apple, guided so expertly and gently onto her
  3940. >I don't know how I'm supposed to react to this: obviously I have no means to resist, but her flesh doesn't taste terrible. It has a slight saltiness to it, maybe from sweat through the pores
  3941.  
  3942. >Even if I wanted to try to resist, though, that suckling reflex of mine refuses to go
  3943. >I'm surprised when even the first eager suck brings a wave of milk: I'm not prepared and some goes down the wrong way
  3944. >I don't have the energy to pull myself away and cough, though: my new foal body knows exactly how to handle that situation and it is to stay glued to mommy's leg and suck as though my life depended on it
  3945. >And then I realized: it does. My entire existence has been utterly reduced and simplified. What was once a somewhat functional member of the community who needed to worry about earnings, taxes, and having a social life had been completely and irreversibly shrunken
  3946. >Now the sum total of what I had to worry about was suckin on momma's nubs and enjoying numnums
  3947. >Where once I thought of traveling to Spain or Hong Kong, my new world consisted of nothing outside this little room where she kept my crib and play pen
  3948. >Where once I had friends and a social life, now I only had one figure in my world: momma, who would care for me and feed me and teach me.
  3949. >Even waste disposal was her responsibility, as she would be checking my diapers from now on
  3950. >With each suck, a ripple ran down my body as my entire little body worked toward the singular goal of consumption, like a teensy little grubworm
  3951. >It shook my only clothing: my diaper, which crinkled and squished as I moved
  3952. >The way it flexibly remained affixed to my groin even in these conditions made me feel oddly safe... I couldn't shake it off if I wanted to
  3953. >The milk itself was sweet, thick, and almost chalky
  3954. >She gave me a bemused look, that I spotted out of a half-open eye (so consumed was I in bliss) and added: "Do you like the taste? I've been on a special diet I researched just for you at the library."
  3955. >It seems even my nutrition was quite planned and second hand
  3956. >Soon, though, my belly had become stuffed and engorged: my sucks slowed and she gave a knowing look
  3957.  
  3958. >"I think you still have some space left, anon. I've been researching your age because you're going to be staying at it for so long, and you should be able to get down another ounce."
  3959. >I'm so busy feeling stuffed I don't even register her statement, just give a groan as I weakly detach from the 'nozzle' on her lower body
  3960. >She knowingly and effortlessly swivels my whole body on her leg, so that I'm hanging off either side of the thigh
  3961. >Too tired and full to protest, I gaze with only marginal curiosity as a hoof comes down on my back
  3962. >Pat, pat, pat, pat, pat
  3963. >I wonder what exactly she's doing as the pressure in my belly seems to build and unify in one position
  3964. >Suddenly I'm seized as my whole body wrenches itself up to let out an enormous, full-body belch
  3965. >It strikes me as I collapse back into laying position: Cheerilee just burped me.
  3966. >I've been burped. Not only am I too helpless to manage the process of BURPING, it was second nature and a thing of ease for Cheerilee, who seems to know best at all times
  3967. >Indeed, it's not a second before she positions me once again up against her warm stomach, teat in mouth, to receive the last ounce
  3968. >I attempt to withdraw for a moment to comment, but the moment my mouth comes off the teat, I feel her giant hoof shove my face back up against her belly, teat buried deep within my mouth
  3969. >"No, no, little one: finish your meal, first."
  3970. >Of course.
  3971. >Momma knows best, after all.
  3972. >But by the time I'm done suckling, the warmth and fullness has overtaken me completely: it's a relief when I'm carried to my crib
  3973. >I think, passively, that I've had quite a full day. After all, I learned a whole letter, got tickled until I peed, and had lunch. That's a day for me now.
  3974. >She lovingly raises the bar, sealing me into my crib, gently inserting my paci so I have something to occupy my mouth with
  3975. >She has an odd look and a smile on her face as she looks down at me and finally adds a teddy bear to my crib.
  3976.  
  3977. >"I think you're small enough to enjoy this now, Anon."
  3978. >I hug the big old teddy bear for a good second before it strikes me
  3979. >I gave this to Cheerilee as a gift when I first got into town, to thank her for helping with the move
  3980. >It was so trivial then, something I grabbed off handedly at Pinkie's welcome party
  3981. >Back when it only occupied one of my hands
  3982. >And now I am literally smaller than a toy bear
  3983. >As I snuggled up against I muse that she at least can get to my things
  3984. >I wonder if she'll sell them off or give them away, to give me nowhere to go: so I only have a life here in the crib
  3985. >Somehow, though, I can't imagine a cruelty from momma as she gives my soaked Huggies a loving squeeze, turns on my mobile, and lets me drift off into a map
  3986. >Today I need no lullaby to sleep, in spite of my sodden garment: my little form is out of juice
  3987. >Soon, I am asleep
  3988. >In my dreams, I'm smaller than small... or maybe my size hasn't changed at all, and I finally have the perspective to appreciate it
  3989. >There are monsters all around me... Timberwolves, Cerberus, Dragons... what makes it scary is that I know that they're real in this world
  3990. >I don't know about you, but I've never faced something bigger than a DOG with fangs, and frankly, even a terrier would be scary in my new body
  3991. >But soon momma is there, towering over me, dispelling all the bad mean monsters
  3992. >I awaken, sobbing, with a very peculiar sense -- something seems wrong but I'm not sure what.
  3993. >Momma is cradling me close, hushing me, bouncing me on her leg, trying to calm me down through my screaming and tears.
  3994. >I realize as I bounce: the padding on my butt is different.
  3995. >Because the back of the diaper has expanded as much as an inch: I'm bouncing in filth
  3996. >At that moment I realized that my nightmare was so intense, I had literally been scared shitless
  3997. >I give another wail of discomfiture, which just adds to the noise of my nightmares
  3998.  
  3999. >Fortunately, though, the smell hits her quickly enough, and she notices that my diaper now sags from both sides
  4000. >She gently hoists me toward the changing table, and I realize at that moment that this will be the first time I'm conscious for a diaper change
  4001. >It's almost fortunate that I've shit myself, because all thoughts of anxiety over being exposed are being overridden by the hard-wired response that any healthy creature has to having feces smeared across their body: GET IT OFF
  4002. >Momma's beautiful locks bounces as she expertly positions me hooves up on the changing table and she gets ready: gloves slide onto hooves, powder and wipes are extracted from the table
  4003. >My attention is drawn, instead, by the thick diaper that is set down next to my head, however
  4004. >Not long ago the sight would have horrified me, but now I can only look at it with longing and a feeling of belonging
  4005. >A clean diaper... that's what I belong in, and the sooner she changes me into it the sooner I can stop wailing
  4006. >She carefully cleans my unmentionables with a few practiced wipes
  4007. >I'm overcome by the skill and experience she seems to exude in spite of lacking foals of her own
  4008. >My own little member is a shriveled, retracted joke of what it used to be -- and even then it wasn't impressive
  4009. >Just a reminder of how complete my transformation has been
  4010. >My attention snaps back to momma as I cough through a cloud of foal powder, which is subsequently rubbed into every crease of my coat
  4011. >Finally, I feel my new, fresh diaper tightly affixed to my body and taped into place
  4012. >The snug fit makes me feel safe and cared for
  4013. >With an adventurous little pat on the front of my diaper, she proclaims me changed.
  4014. >"There there, that wasn't so bad, was it, little one?"
  4015.  
  4016. ###########
  4017.  
  4018. !6oem/KFolI
  4019.  
  4020. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16547111/#16691731
  4021.  
  4022. >Button Mash didn't know 40% of MMO players were female -- one of the most popular genres for mares
  4023. >What he did know is how Raid Night worked
  4024. >It was perhaps the only way he knew he had anything in common with his mother at all: normally gaming wasn't nearly as big a part of her life as it was his, but on Raid Night she became deadly serious
  4025. >This is the one night that demanded no distractions, and unfortunately for Button... he qualified as a distraction
  4026. >But a mother as caring as this one wouldn't just ignore her colt -- she'd make sure he was taken care of
  4027. >"Alright Button... I think that should keep you all set for the evening."
  4028. >"But mooooooom -- I'm not a ba--"
  4029. >Thuck! A pacifier was jammed into his mouth
  4030. >"Right, I forgot your paci to keep you quiet~!"
  4031. >This was more or less the least embarrassing thing Button had to deal with at the moment, though. It was like this every Raid Night since he was born, and things hadn't changed when he started school
  4032. >He was kept in a playpen too big to escape next to the computer
  4033. >A pacifier to keep him quiet
  4034. >A bottle to keep him fed
  4035. >And most importantly, he couldn't just be freed every time he needed to go to the restroom: no, his mother was so hardcore even she wouldn't get up to go when nature called
  4036. >So for tonight, the two of them were in diapers, a ritual so old Button had long since cared about using his
  4037. >No, what bothered Button as he sat in his playpen, sucking pensively on his pacifier, wearing nothing but his cap and thick diaper, was that he couldn't access his handheld to finish his 100% run, and mom certainly wouldn't hesitate to pull him out of the playpen over her leg to receive a spanking if he cried
  4038. >Or worse... on nights he really acted up, she would go unfold the old crib and put him to bed -- as early as 5PM -- and he would have to sit there and wait until morning with no video games at all usually in a messy diaper
  4039. >At least the playpen had a controller for the console hooked up to a muted TV
  4040.  
  4041. ###########
  4042.  
  4043. !6oem/KFolI
  4044.  
  4045. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16218800/#16276666
  4046.  
  4047. "Day 1"
  4048. >That's what I call it, in my head. Day one. The first day that I woke up in this world.
  4049. >It wasn't the light -- for there were few windows in her trailer, just the one on the door, in fact, and it was usually covered.
  4050. >No, it wasn't the light: it was the smell. A terrible, rotten smell... and fortunately one that I can say I've become accustomed to, so much so that it doesn't even bother me anymore, but that day it was like being sprayed by a skunk
  4051. >When I woke up that morning, my brain was still parsing the previous day. When I dragged myself into consciousness, the first thing I thought was: Oh no, did I get drunk and end up in jail? After all, I woke up behind bars.
  4052. >The thought lasted for a mere second before I was overcome by other senses, though: I was quite warm and cozy in my current position, except for my pants, which were clammy
  4053. >It was then the flood of memories came back to me and I realized just why my "pants" were wet and soiled. I was wearing diapers. Diapers that I now sincerely needed, because I was a tiny little foal now. So small that my crib might as well be Alcatraz.
  4054. >I'm not sure why... maybe it was just the flood of all the new things, or maybe my infantile new body taking over, but the tears came easy that day
  4055. >I had been awake for maybe ten seconds when I was wailing and sobbing, desperate for my first diaper change of many
  4056. >And I still remember her reaction clear as crystal
  4057. >A disheveled Trixie groaned from her cot: "Trixie wants five more minutes."
  4058. >And with that, a pacifier was jammed into my mouth -- I couldn't help myself, I began to suckle gently and rhythmically
  4059. >With each suck, I felt some of the insecurity and terror melt away: I think at that moment I was predestined to have one in my mouth at all times from that day forward
  4060. >Even now, recounting fond memories, I can't seem to take it out, like a cigarette smoker who has become addicted to the feel of the stick in their mouth rather than the nicotine itself
  4061.  
  4062. >When she finally did work her way out of bed, she didn't even focus on me first... I can't help but remember thinking, resentfully, that she had a lot to learn about being a mother!
  4063. >Only later would I realize this was the first time I actually thought of her as my mother
  4064. >In any case, as I sat there, miserably hanging my hooves out the side of my cage-like crib, diaper sagging, paci bobbing in and out, I watched her go about her morning ritual of preparing herself to look beautiful, with each curl promising, "Soon Trixie will be done and able to attend to Trixie's little assistant!"
  4065. >Eventually, I fell asleep waiting: I woke up on the changing table in a fresh diaper. She had stranded me here - gone off to take care of something else.
  4066. >Glancing down the side of the table, I noted a fall many times my now diminutive size.
  4067. >Besides that fact, I knew enough about babies to know that a fall could be deadly
  4068. >She stranded me here where a single bump could literally end my life... but I couldn't help but thank small blessings for the fresh diaper at least
  4069. >She had a long way to go indeed
  4070. ...
  4071. >The first real time I got her attention was that afternoon
  4072. >She set me out on the floor of her trailer and insisted I help with a trick
  4073. >"Trixie's assistant is to hold up the ring so that when THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE conjures doves, they can fly through it!"
  4074. >Sounds easy enough, I thought
  4075. >Dead wrong
  4076. >My motor control hadn't developed at all over the last day, not that I had much to practice on
  4077. >How do you even grip things with these stupid hooves?
  4078. >I fumbled around, trying to pick it up, and when I finally got it aloft, dropped it before the doves even 'appeared'
  4079. >I don't think she understood that early about my limits
  4080. >"Trixie has no patience for failure! Trixie will make sure you remember this lesson!"
  4081. >She levitated me -- again, helpless as I struggle midair to resist something I am totally incapable of even touching -- hanging in the air in front of her
  4082. >Oh no
  4083.  
  4084. >She used her wand, of course -- the one from her human form
  4085. >Not even a spell: the little branch itself was more than enough to beat my fragile hide
  4086. >Had you been watching at the time, I am certain that I would have been indistinguishable from any other infant: I bawled as she lashed again and again, though as I would later learn, it was only three or four strikes. Maybe my fragility made it feel worse than it was. Or maybe my mind was becoming more infantile and easily upset. In any case -- I took it hard. Screaming. SCREAMING! As loud as I could!
  4087. >After only a few swings, I saw it in her eyes -- that was the first time since I met her we made a connection
  4088. >For a moment there was hesitation. She was questioning herself over beating a helpless infant. And not just any: her helpless infant, as I was consigned to her care.
  4089. >She froze... and slowly lowered the wand
  4090. >Not that I would have noticed such intricacies, rivers of tears clogging up my babyish eyes
  4091. >Suddenly, I found myself enveloped, embraced -- surrounded by Trixie on all sides
  4092. >She whispered faintly into my ears -- her voice sounding booming from how much larger she was in comparison to me -- truly I was totally within her control: she could do anything she wanted to me
  4093. >The whisper, though, was not so sinister or controlling: it was faint, emotional, even broken... but most of all, it was... motherly
  4094. >She said, "Wait... Trixie is... sorry. Please don't cry anymore."
  4095. >We sobbed into eachother for another half hour, each recovering from our wounds, some more self-inflicted than others...
  4096. >But at that moment, when she held me close and began to show her true self to me
  4097. >That's when I realized that I felt more at home here than I ever had back home
  4098. >Even with my searing behind... I knew things could only get better
  4099. >I was mostly right. There were a few incidents. But I can't tell you that story without telling you this next one.
  4100.  
  4101. ###########
  4102.  
  4103. !6oem/KFolI
  4104.  
  4105. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16218800/#16396272
  4106.  
  4107. >Just laid there a while in my crib and tried to grow acclimated to it
  4108. >Nothing was quite the same, not the least of which the ample padding under my butt
  4109. >I gave the bedding itself an experimental press with a hoof: it felt a little harder than I'd like, but then it was a crib: not exactly a comfort model
  4110. >Before I could ruminate further, Cheerilee popped in
  4111. >"Look who's awake!"
  4112. >I'm nearly set to reply when I realize my mouth is still quite full, busy suckling away at that pacifier
  4113. >She seemed to have noticed, because she playfully booped me on the nose and said, "Don't worry, for our first lesson, you don't need to talk, so feel free to keep suckling on your pacifier!"
  4114. >I felt my stomach leap out of me as I was once again hoisted into the air, something I thought I'd never get used to, and deposited helplessly in the nearby playpen
  4115. >From there, she dumped out a bunch of blocks with odd looking symbols on them
  4116. >"Okay, anon, I just want you to put these in alphabetical order."
  4117. >Equestrian letters only bear vague similarities to ours, and some are entirely different
  4118. >As I struggle with the first three A B Cs, I suckle more intently on my binki
  4119. >Start to grow frustrated, angry even
  4120. >What does she expect from me? How could I possibly be able to solve this puzzle?
  4121. >Bottled up frustrations reach their breaking point when I suddenly burst out sobbing
  4122. >Not a moment later, I'm swept up by her big, warm arms, and I'm overcome by the feeling of safety and security as she holds me to her bosom and gently hushes me
  4123. >"Shh, shh. Shh, shh... it's okay Anon... that's why we're starting here... that's right, calm down... be a good foal for Cheerilee and stop those tears. There you go..."
  4124. >She's gently patting my back as she holds me tight, and as my cries slowly grow fainter, she lets me back on the ground in the playpen
  4125. >Just to show her that I'm not one to be toyed with, though, I stick out my tongue
  4126. >"Okay, anon, I'll cheer you up first"
  4127.  
  4128. >With that, her legs are within seconds on my little tummy, tickling me fiercely
  4129. >In half a second I go from somewhat-composed to a spastic infant, flailing about without control, laughing harder than I imagined possible
  4130. >It was near torturous to laugh so completely with every muscle of my body, and by the time I was done, Cheerilee gave me a little pat and remarked, "Anon, I never knew you were so ticklish!"
  4131. >Then she did something I did not expect at all
  4132. >With no warning, her hoof plunged into the front of my diaper, causing me to stiffen up like a board and suckle ferociously on my pacifier
  4133. >"Hm... looks like I made you wet from all of that. You haven't messed yet, though, so I'll wait to change you."
  4134. >A few seconds later, I realize she's right: not only did my bladder release entirely while I was seizing under the tickle attack, but I didn't even notice it: I had become completely reliant on diapers already.
  4135. >Perhaps noticing my reaction, Cheerilee gave me a warmhearted smile and lowered her head closer to my little body and whispered, "You'd better get used to diaper changes and diaper checks. Foals like yourself need both, and I'm not going to hesitate on either once we're in public."
  4136. >She gave me a motherly little pat on the padded behind and added: "Don't look so gloomy! We're still going to play something else. But this is a lesson AND a game. And as soon as you finish, we can have lunch!"
  4137. >She sets out the blocks again.
  4138. >"Which one do you think is the first letter?"
  4139. >Point at a random block
  4140. >"Close! It's this one right here. This letter is A, for Ahhhhh or Apple."
  4141. >It looks nothing like our As, but she acts like it's identical
  4142. >"Which letter comes first, now?"
  4143. >I give her a skeptical look. Is it a trick question? She just told me...
  4144. >Tentatively I point at the "A" block
  4145. >"Hurray! You win the game! And now, lunch!"
  4146. >I glance expectantly for the bottle warmer-empty
  4147. >Then I realize how full Miss Cheerilee's teats look today as she draws nearer
  4148.  
  4149. ###########
  4150.  
  4151. gagsFatso
  4152.  
  4153. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/31304244/#31324051
  4154.  
  4155. >Be Anon
  4156. >Sitting in the bushes outside of the Friendship Castle
  4157. >You check your watch
  4158. >12:30; Twilight should have finished her nightly checkup (and possible feeding) of Anonbabby a half-hour ago
  4159. >You were good to go
  4160. >You took one of the keys Twiligh had left with you 'in case on an emergency' and slithered over to the window outside Anonbabby's room
  4161. >Thankfully Twilight had made the nursery on the ground floor, in fear of her unicorn offspring unlocking the vrib latch, exiting through the baby-locked door, crawling down the hall and falling down the staircase to a premature death
  4162. >The neverending worry she had over her child was cute though
  4163. >Anyway, it was time for vengeance
  4164. >Anonbabby had INTENTIONALLY shat on your carpet the last time Twilight visited your place
  4165. >That diaper didn't come off by accident
  4166. >So it was your job to mete out justice
  4167. >You unlocked the window, and raising your legs through, silently slithered
  4168. >Wait, would Twilight have some magical way of detecting the window opening?
  4169. >Well, too late now
  4170. >You stealth forward at an excruciatingly slow pace, eventually reaching the crib
  4171. >The base of the bed only sat about eighteen inches off the ground, and the bars another eighteen
  4172. >Pony babbies were small
  4173. >Anonbabby was sleeping peacefully- pefect
  4174. >You lowered the gate, and reached down and slowly, carefully, pulled her diaper off and moved it towards her chest, to deflect any possible suspicion
  4175. >She didn't wake up, thank god
  4176. >Two seconds of crying and Purple would teleport in here, ready for changing, cuddling, or combat
  4177. >Now for the hard part
  4178.  
  4179. >In preparation of your vengeance you'd only eaten soup and crackers for the past couple of day
  4180. >You managed to position your ass over the baby, and let out a stream of semisolid shit onto her
  4181. >'Mmmmmrph' you head the sleeping Anon mutter in annoyance
  4182. >It had cascaded over her legs, chast, and most of all, face, your gooey excrement soaked into her fur and the fabric of the crib mattress
  4183. >Your work complete, you pulled your pants up, shimmied back out the door, re-locked it, and headed back home
  4184.  
  4185. >You woke up early in the morning (you never needed much sleep), and after a big breakfast of vegetarian tendies, headed outside
  4186. >As you walked to Twilight's castle to check up on your victim, you heard a *pop* and some screeching coming from the next street over
  4187. >You ran across, suspecting what was happening
  4188.  
  4189. >The doors to the hospital was wide open, slowly shutting on their own
  4190. >You ducked inside to see Purple running into the emergency room, with much crying echoing through the halls
  4191. >You chased after Purple, eager to see your handiwork
  4192. "I'm a friend, she knows me." you answered, still walking towards the rooms in glee
  4193. >Dumb mare didn't even argue
  4194. >Here in Happy-Happy Land, everypony trusted everypony
  4195. >You ducked into the treatment hall and heard a panicking Twilight holding a screaming Anonbabby over her shoulder, pleading with a doctor inside one of the operating rooms
  4196. >"And when I came downstairs she was sleeping in her own feces, it was EVERYWHERE, I don't know how the diaper came off! I cleaned her up, but she's still crying and her eyes are red! I think she has an infection, what do we do??"
  4197. >You sat down in a chair outside where you could watch, but decided not to say anything
  4198. >Dr. Stethoscope used one of those optometrist scopes, the flashlight shining brightly into a very pissed Anonbabby's eyes while he peered through the glass
  4199. >"Yep, that's a serious infection of conjunctivitis" he answered in a deep African accent
  4200. >He pulled an eyedropper and open beaker, filling the latter with a solution from bottle on a high shelf
  4201. >Now miss, I'm gonna need you to keep your baby's eyes open while I apply this medication" the doctor said
  4202.  
  4203. >Twilight laid Anonbabby down on the paper-coated bed, the latter wailing like a banshee
  4204. >"Just look at mommy, okay? Look at mommy... look at mommy..." Twilight hushed
  4205. >Dr. Stethoscope used the dropper twice in succession, and the crying grew an octave higher as the saline solution entered babby's eyes
  4206. >Twilight put Anonbabby back over her shoulder and made soothing noises, and the crying slowly shrank down to minor sniffling
  4207. >"We're gonna need to reapply that every thirty minutes for the next four hours." Stethoscope said, turning over
  4208. >"Now I reccommend you read this." he answered in a displeased manner, handing her a pamphlet
  4209. >From your angle you could make out the title
  4210. >'Taking Proper Care of your Foals:'
  4211. >""A Guide for Negligent Parents"
  4212. >You could FEEL Twilight's heart break
  4213. >That's what you get for making everyone go to your stupid district rezoning meeting, bitch
  4214.  
  4215. ###########
  4216.  
  4217. !OxnMxegti2
  4218.  
  4219. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16547111/#16679972
  4220.  
  4221. >You've finally given up
  4222. >You're accepting that your life sucks
  4223. >You didn't have money for college
  4224. >You needed to get a job and save up money
  4225. >The economy is shit and unemployment is soaring
  4226. >The only place that would hire you was a farm miles away from the city
  4227. >That's why you're screwed out on this long empty road
  4228. >There's nowhere to take cover as the engulfing flame approaches
  4229. >You wouldn't get to live to say you lived through the first nuking of the United States
  4230. >You wouldn't get to make funny but inappropriate puns about it
  4231. >But worst of all, you wouldn't get to kill zombies created by the fallout
  4232. >All those hours spent reading your zombie survival guide
  4233. >All those hours spent slicing watermelons with that katana you bought off eBay
  4234. >All a waste
  4235. >You would have wrecked that shit
  4236. >And in your last moments you make a declaration that all Americans will hold to
  4237. "Fucking China. I always knew it was going to be fucking ChinaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
  4238. >You scream at the top of your lungs as everything becomes intensely white
  4239. >Then black
  4240. >It's over
  4241.  
  4242. >It's all over
  4243. >All the important things you've done and... actually you've never done anything important, but that's besi- wait? You see a another white light in the distance
  4244. >Then an incredible pressure
  4245. >And everything goes blindingly white
  4246. "AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
  4247. >You start screaming again
  4248. >Is this the afterlife? Continually dying in a nuclear explosion? Pain for the rest of eternity? What have you done to de-
  4249. >"Congratulations! You've given birth to a handsome young colt! And with quite healthy lungs I might add."
  4250. >You stop screaming
  4251. >Congratu- given birth- colt? Wait... wait... wait... WHAT??
  4252. >The whiteness slowly starts to dissipate
  4253. >Your eyes begin to adjust
  4254. >Colors explode everywhere
  4255.  
  4256. >Everything is crisp, so clear
  4257. >This must be heaven! It's all so beautiful you could-
  4258. >*WHACK*
  4259. >OW! WHAT THE F-
  4260. >*WHACK*
  4261. "Aaaaaahhhhh!!"
  4262. >"There are those healthy lungs!"
  4263. >There's that voice again
  4264. >You focus through the tears and try to locate the voice
  4265. >You make out a large tannish shape
  4266. >It almost looks like... a pony?
  4267. >The figure smiles down at you
  4268. >"Well hello there little one. Sorry about all that. Had to make sure we got your lungs all nice and open."
  4269.  
  4270. >Holy crap it is a pony
  4271. >A talking pony
  4272. >Like a My Little Pony
  4273. >You're in Equestria
  4274. >Or you got salmonella from handling those chickens and you are seriously trippin' balls
  4275. >Or maybe this IS the afterlife
  4276. >Or... wait just a minute. Does salmonella get you high?
  4277. >As you ponder these things, you're unaware of being carried over to another pony lying in a bed
  4278. >"And here is your mommy"
  4279. >Mommy?
  4280. >"Oh... he's so adorable and handsome"
  4281. >Wait... that one pony said something about giving birth...
  4282. >"Just like his father, huh?"
  4283. >And... that bright spot of light in the darkness
  4284. >"Of course sweetie. Of course."
  4285. >Were you just... Did you...
  4286. >"But we're calling him Ace after my brother."
  4287. >You were just born.
  4288. >Well, reborn
  4289. >"I think that's a swell name honey-buns."
  4290. >And your "parents" are apparently mushy-gushy lovers
  4291. >As if you didn't get enough of that crap from your real parents
  4292. >Well, your first real parents
  4293. >Damn this is confusing
  4294. >"Does sum widdle pony wan sum miwk? Himz must be firsty after awa dat yewwing."
  4295. >Oh great. You're going to be baby-talked as well. This sure is going to be- WAIT ARE THOSE BOOBS?
  4296. >You latch on to a nipple as fast as you can
  4297. >"Boy! Look at those instincts! He knows what he wants."
  4298. >Heh. Instincts. Sure.
  4299. >"Except... he seems to be doing a lot more licking than sucking..."
  4300. >Damn it dad. Can't you go give out cigars or something?
  4301. >"Oh don't worry honey. He'll get the hang of it."
  4302. >Heh. Sure thing momma pony. But I think I might be a slooooooooowwww learner.
  4303.  
  4304. >"Ace! Come down for breakfast!"
  4305. >You shift in your covers a bit
  4306. >Breakfast later. Sleep now.
  4307. >*Clop, clop, clop*
  4308. >Uh-oh, here she comes...
  4309. >"Ace! Get out of bed. You don't want to miss your first day of school do you?"
  4310. >You poke your head out from under the covers
  4311. "Well actually..."
  4312. >"Downstairs. Now."
  4313. "Yes mom..."
  4314. >"Say it like you mean it."
  4315. >You sigh
  4316. >"What was that?"
  4317. "Why of course mom, I'm gonna go right downstairs and enjoy your wonderful meal."
  4318. >"Right after you brush your teeth."
  4319. "Yes mom, how silly of me to forget."
  4320. >"Mhm."
  4321. >She turns and walks out of your room
  4322. >You toss your blankets on the floor
  4323. >You'll do that later
  4324. >"And fix your bed!"
  4325. >You'll do that now
  4326. >You throw some magic around the blanket and sheets, moving them off the bed and tucking them in
  4327. >You were a unicorn, just like your parents
  4328. >Black fur, red mane and tail
  4329.  
  4330. >No not really
  4331. >You were green with orange hair
  4332. >Kind of bland actually
  4333. >Your dad's special talent was weather manipulation
  4334. >Your mom special talent was growing plants and flowers
  4335. >Which led to you living on a farm
  4336. >Fucking irony
  4337. >At least this one won't blow up
  4338. >You hope
  4339. >After your teeth are nice and clean you head to the kitchen
  4340. >Dad is sitting there reading the paper
  4341. >"Hey there kiddo! Ready for your first day?"
  4342. "Yeah dad. Can't wait."
  4343. >"That's good to hear. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends being the little smartypants you are."
  4344. >You weren't really that smart
  4345. >At least not by the adult terms you used to be on
  4346. >But if you were to be graded on your childhood, you would be an A+++ student
  4347. >You heard your parents mention the age at which foals begin to speak, and waited close to that time
  4348. >It actually took a while after that time before you could speak
  4349. >You hadn't realized talking with a muzzle would be so difficult
  4350. >There was also the issue of the breastfeeding
  4351. >All that licking led to your parents thinking you didn't know what to do, so they put you on a bottle instead
  4352. >Ya dun goofed
  4353.  
  4354. >After breakfast you grab the saddlebags mom packed for you
  4355. >"Have a good time son. Don't kiss too many fillies."
  4356. >"For Celestia's sake honey! Don't listen to your father dear. Do you need me to go with you?"
  4357. "No thanks, I've got it mom."
  4358. >"That's my son! A fearless leader, just like his pop."
  4359. "Of course dad."
  4360. >You quickly head out the door to avoid anymore family time
  4361. >You're greeted by a beautiful summer day
  4362. >The crops are almost fully grown, which means corn stalks as far as the eye can see
  4363. >No, really. The corn is tall. You can't see farther than 5 paces along the width of the road
  4364. >Welcome to Oatlahoma
  4365. >At least, that's what you think all of Oatlahoma is like
  4366. >You've never actually left the general area of home
  4367. >There were all the neighbors on their own farms, but most of them were older ponies
  4368. >The only time you saw a pony even close to your age was when one of the other families' grandkids visited
  4369. >You're actually pretty excited about to school now that you think about it
  4370.  
  4371. >About a half-hour's trot later, Marelow comes into sight
  4372. >Upon getting closer, you notice most of the buildings are brick, with the rest being wooden
  4373. >And that wood being painted. Why did you notice that? Because the farm ponies never paint anything. Lazy hillbillies
  4374. >Passing through town, you eventually come upon the school
  4375. "Wow... that's a big building."
  4376. >At least, the biggest you've ever seen in Equestria
  4377. >"You've never seen the school before? Did you just move here?"
  4378. >Turning around, you take notice of the white mare standing behind you
  4379. "Ummm... I... I live outside of town on a farm"
  4380. >"Oh! You must be Ace then."
  4381. >You nod your head in reply
  4382. >"Well then, come inside and pick your seat. We'll be starting class soon."
  4383. >You follow the mare into the building, and to your classroom
  4384.  
  4385. >There are several fillies and colts already in there
  4386. >You take a desk in the middle
  4387. >Not up front like the nerds, and not in back like the weirdos who eat paste
  4388. >After the last few foals arrive and the remaining seats are filled, the teacher calls you all to attention
  4389. >"Hello my students, and welcome to kindergarten!"
  4390. >"My name is Black Clouds, but you can call me Mrs. Black."
  4391. >Black? But she's... white... You really hope somepony bitch-hoofed her parents for that one
  4392. >"And in case you were wondering, my parents were colorblind."
  4393. >Oh...
  4394. >"Just kidding! Trying to ease the tension and all."
  4395. >"But... teacher... I'm colorblind..."
  4396. >Hehehe, nice one teach
  4397. >"Er... Well, uh... what a wonderful idea! Let's all say our names and tell something about ourselves."
  4398. >"I'll even start. My name is Mrs. Black, and I'm a teacher. Now it's somepony elses' turn!"
  4399. >May as well get this over with
  4400. "My name is Ace, and I live outside of town on a farm."
  4401. >"Very nice to meet you Ace! That's very interesting! Who would like to go next?
  4402. >That sounded so fake it hurt
  4403. >The rest of the students speak and tell their names and things about themselves
  4404. >Some are actually pretty cool
  4405. >Most are stupid
  4406. >Yes, you are an earth pony
  4407. >Whoop-dee-do
  4408. >At last, we finally get down to the one shy filly that won't voluntarily talk, and ends up being last
  4409. >Nerdy glasses, ponytail
  4410. >Heh, ponytail...
  4411. >"Let's see... has everypony gone yet? What about you? The filly in the back."
  4412. >'Ummm... m-my name is... um... Midnight Siren..."
  4413. >"And what's something about you Midnight."
  4414. >"I, um... I... I like to make up songs..."
  4415. >"That's very interesting!"
  4416. >You'd hate to see how she'd react to something NOT interesting
  4417. >"Alright now class, today we're going to start learning to count to 10! Doesn't that sound fun?"
  4418. >Oh here we go...
  4419.  
  4420. >"Hello my students, and welcome to the middle school!"
  4421. >Somehow, Mrs. Black got transferred up a few grades
  4422. >"My name is Black Clouds, but you can call me Mrs. Black."
  4423. >"And in case you were wondering, my parents were colorblind."
  4424. >Never change Mrs. Black. Never change
  4425. >"But teacher... I'm colorblind."
  4426. >"Iris? I... I thought you moved."
  4427. >"We moved back when my dad died..."
  4428. >"Oh... well... that's very interesting!"
  4429. >Oh boy, here we go again
  4430. >"Let's all say our names and..."
  4431.  
  4432. >The school year goes on just like the past several
  4433. >You continue flying under the radar, just waiting until you become an adult
  4434. >Also, you kind of need the schooling
  4435. >You never paid attention the first time around
  4436. >And what little you did learn seems to have been lost from neglect
  4437. >You spent most of your time trying to avoid appearing too smart
  4438. >Don't wanna be picked on by the bullies
  4439. >Like that one poor nerd over there getting a hoof-noogie
  4440. >That looked painful
  4441. >Of course, there's always that-
  4442. >"Pssst."
  4443. >-one pony who-
  4444. >"Psssssssssst, Ace."
  4445. >-who's going to-
  4446. >"PSSSSSSST!"
  4447. >to be-OHDAMNIT
  4448. >You look at the pony a couple seats ahead of you
  4449. "What do you want Blitz??"
  4450. >"Aw c'mon Acey, that's no way to treat your old pal Blitz."
  4451. >No, the way to treat you would be with fire and gasoline
  4452. >"So Mr. Magic, got a date for Hearts and Hooves day yet? Oh that's right, nopony wants to go with someone that's so horny."
  4453. >Shortly after starting school, you soon realized that earth ponies were the dominant race in this hick town
  4454. >Other than Mrs. Black that is
  4455. >But you're pretty sure she was kicked out of whatever town she previously lived in
  4456. >You had a few good friends at least
  4457. >In fact one of them has-
  4458. >"Are you gonna try and cast a love spell? Haha! That's the only way you would ever get a mare."
  4459. "How about I put a curse on you instead?"
  4460. >"Oh yeah? Well how about I-'
  4461. >"Good morning class!"
  4462. >Saved by the dumbbell
  4463. >"Sorry I'm late. I was at the office because we have a new student transferring in."
  4464.  
  4465. >A violet filly walks in
  4466. >Wait, wait, no
  4467. >A violet UNICORN walks in
  4468. >"Class, this is Shining Amethyst. She comes from Applewood."
  4469. >A colt in the back pipes up
  4470. >"Applewood? Isn't that were they make the Daring Do movies?"
  4471. >"Yes. My mom is an actor in movies, and my dad does commercials."
  4472. >Oh gosh her voice is beautiful
  4473. >This is it
  4474. >She's the one
  4475. >And she will be yours
  4476. >"Why don't you take a seat Amethyst."
  4477. >There's only one empty desk in the class
  4478. >Right by yours
  4479. >It was Midnight's until she left for some unknown reason
  4480. >This is happening
  4481. >She begins walking your way
  4482. >Oh gosh, what should you say?
  4483. >Should you speak at all?
  4484. >What about...
  4485. >YES
  4486. >Yes there's no way it can fail
  4487. >Look right into her eyes
  4488. "Hey-"
  4489. >"Here! Take my seat. I wanted to move back anyway."
  4490. >What
  4491. >NO
  4492. >"Oh, well thank you."
  4493. >What just happened
  4494. >She sits down as another pony moves to the seat next you
  4495. >This isn't happening
  4496. >"Hey Mr. Horny, now we can be best buds."
  4497. >This just happened
  4498.  
  4499. >You begin contemplating once you get home
  4500. >So what if she isn't sitting next to you
  4501. >You can still woo her
  4502. "She's going to be mine."
  4503. >But now you're going to have to come up with a reason to start a conversation
  4504. >You'll have to be smooth
  4505. >You'll have to be subtle
  4506. >But most of all, you'll have to be alpha
  4507. >Hearts and Hooves is in two days
  4508. >You can do this
  4509. >Eventually you find yourself in your dad's closet
  4510. "Let's see... cologne, yes. Mane gel, yes. Ball gag... wait... what? OH FFFFFFF-WHY??"
  4511. >"Ace? Is something wrong?"
  4512. >OF COURSE SOMETHING IS WRONG YOU DIRTY WHO-
  4513. "No mom, I just uh... it's nothing."
  4514. >"Alright honey, dinner will be ready soon."
  4515. "Kay mom."
  4516. >Back to the search
  4517. >There's not much else in here
  4518. >Wait, what's that box?
  4519. >You open it up and find...
  4520. >You just found the holy grail
  4521. >Amethyst will be yours
  4522. >It is unavoidable
  4523.  
  4524. >Tomorrow comes too slow
  4525. >But it finally comes
  4526. >You are ready
  4527. >You are the boss
  4528. >You are alpha
  4529. >Here you go
  4530. >The door flies open as you walk in, strutting your stuff for all it's worth
  4531. >The eyes of the entire class are upon you
  4532. >Including those of Amethyst
  4533. >You lock her in a fierce gaze
  4534. >Your eyes tell her everything
  4535. >She is yours
  4536. >And there's not squatfuck she can do about it
  4537. >You begin your walk towards her, with that sexy Han Solo half-smile
  4538. >She just stares back at you
  4539. >She seems stunned
  4540. >Not surprising
  4541. >You're a whole lotta stallion
  4542. >Technically a colt still, but whatever
  4543. >This is it
  4544. >It's time to deliver the hookline
  4545. >There's no escape
  4546. "Hey baby, have you seen any-"
  4547. *Thwump*
  4548. >Ow
  4549. >Damned pony legs
  4550.  
  4551. >Mrs. Black looks up from her trashy magazine with a bored expression
  4552. >"Are you alright Ace? Didn't hurt yourself did you?"
  4553. >Only your pride
  4554. >Stand back up
  4555. >Try again
  4556. "Hey ba-"
  4557. >"Is that a fedora he's wearing? What a loser! He's trying to hit on you with a fedora!"
  4558. >Blitz you retard
  4559. >Fedoras are cool
  4560. >You turn back to Amethyst
  4561. >Only to see she's laughing hysterically
  4562. >The rest of the class is as well
  4563. >Your heart sinks
  4564. >Then it gets eaten by a sea monster
  4565. >Which then explodes
  4566. >You turn to Mrs. Black, looking for help
  4567. >She's trying to suppress laughing as we-
  4568. >Nope
  4569. >There she goes
  4570. >"And I thought I was terrible at romance!"
  4571. >Oh...
  4572. >That's it
  4573. >You can die now
  4574. >Just spray the cologne in your mouth until the poison kills you
  4575. >"Haha! Look at his cutie-mark!"
  4576. >You pause
  4577. >What?
  4578. >What did you possibly do that...
  4579. >It's a plate
  4580. >A plate full of spaghetti
  4581. >This...
  4582. >Didn't just happen
  4583. >But it did
  4584.  
  4585. >"Does your breakfast platter come with eggs? I don't see them on the menu."
  4586. >You look at the mare disdainfully
  4587. "Miss, this is a family-friendly dining establishment. Not a drughouse. If you need your fix, you'll have to get it elsewhere."
  4588. >"But... I just wanted..."
  4589. >The mare looks at you with the most confused face before getting up and leaving
  4590. >You just can't escape the druggies
  4591. >Even in Equestria
  4592. >She left her newspaper
  4593. >You give the front page a glance
  4594. >*Blitz Krieg up for sportspony of the year. Set to break the record for-*
  4595. >Damn it Blitz
  4596. >That muscle-headed jerk had gone on to be a professional sports star
  4597. >Money, mares, he had it all
  4598. >You on the other hand...
  4599. >You had decided to roll with the whole spaghetti thing
  4600. >Cutie-mark destiny and all that crap
  4601. >Your parents were very supportive of you and your "talent" as they thought it was
  4602. >Dad even talked to one his buddies in town and helped you buy one of the buildings that had been abandoned
  4603. >In time, and after some major renovation, it became a restaurant
  4604. >Your restaurant
  4605. >According to the sign on the front, it was known as "Ace's Place"
  4606. >With a fedora over the A
  4607. >It was a fedora got your cutie-mark
  4608. >You know fedoras are cool, and you won't give up until everypony else knows it as well
  4609.  
  4610. >The establishment is doing alright
  4611. >But you live in a small town
  4612. >A very small town
  4613. >And not many ponies care for a fine dining experience
  4614. >Damned Hillbillies
  4615. >Or would it be hillfillies?
  4616. >Whatever
  4617. >Better take care of that new customer
  4618. >Hope this one isn't looking for gateway drugs too
  4619. "Hello miss, how many will you be dining with tonight?"
  4620. >"Just the one, Ace."
  4621. "Alright miss, if you'll come right thi-"
  4622. "Wait. How did you know I'm..."
  4623. "I'm sorry, I... what was your name?"
  4624. >"I go by Eclipse."
  4625. "E-E-Eclipse..?"
  4626. >Eclipse?
  4627. >ECLIPSE???
  4628. >The famous singer from Applewood?
  4629. >The one that did all the music for those movies Shining Amethyst was in?
  4630. >You really shouldn't be watching those just to see her
  4631. >But why would anypony like her come to a place like yours? In a town like this?
  4632. >Well... at least revenue will increase when word of her eating here got out
  4633. >But... how does she know you?
  4634. >And...
  4635. >"Yes, but..."
  4636. >But?
  4637. >"My... actual name is Midnight Siren."
  4638. >Midnight Siren?
  4639. >Didn't you know a...
  4640. >"I believe we were friends... back in school."
  4641. >What
  4642. >But
  4643. >Huh
  4644. "You... You mean the nerdy filly that I was always paired with in projects?"
  4645. >"Yes. Because I always told the teachers we wanted to work together."
  4646. "You did..? But... why?"
  4647. >"Because... I always had a sort of... crush... on you..."
  4648. "Oh, well... wait, what?"
  4649. >"I always thought you were cute. The dorky, country unicorn that was always trying to be cool."
  4650. >Dorky? "Trying" to be cool?
  4651. >The young miss has insulted thine honor
  4652. "Hey, I was cool!"
  4653. >"Of course you were. At least... to me."
  4654. >She gives you a look
  4655. >The kind of look that... Well, you don't really know
  4656. >A female has never given you that look
  4657.  
  4658. >Maybe she just...
  4659. >"I came here for... more than just food."
  4660. "You're visiting your family as well?"
  4661. >"I actually came to visit a friend."
  4662. >She isn't talking about you is she?
  4663. >So what if she had a crush on you in were you were kids
  4664. >She's rich and famous now
  4665. >Why would she come all the way here to-
  4666. >"A friend that owns a restaurant."
  4667. >There are other restaurants in town
  4668. >It could be any of-
  4669. >Oh just fuck it
  4670. "Are you referring to me?"
  4671. >She leans in close with that same look in her eyes
  4672. >"I don't know cutey. Am I?"
  4673. >What
  4674. "Excuse me for a second."
  4675. >"Oh, well, what for?"
  4676. "I just need to check something real quick."
  4677. >*THWACK*
  4678. >OW
  4679. "OW!"
  4680. >But seriously, ow
  4681. "Yep. Not dreaming."
  4682. >"Ummm... anyway... would you possibly like to... go out tonight? If you aren't too busy that is."
  4683. "I don't know... I have to run this place and..."
  4684. >You look back at the restaurant
  4685. >Not a customer in sight
  4686. "And I would love to."
  4687.  
  4688. >You remember that night fondly
  4689. >You made some bad jokes
  4690. >She pretended they were funny and laughed
  4691. >Or maybe she really was laughing
  4692. >At how bad your jokes were
  4693. >But she always made you feel... "cool"
  4694. >But maybe that's just because you were with her
  4695. >She has that... She's just...
  4696. >Well what you're trying to say is...
  4697. "I do."
  4698. >"And do you, Midnight Siren, take Ace to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?"
  4699. >"I do."
  4700. >"Then by the power invested in me, I declare pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss-"
  4701. >You don't let him finish before embracing Midnight into a long passionate kiss
  4702. >You've seen enough weddings to know how this works
  4703. >You look into her eyes
  4704. "What now?"
  4705. >"Well first..."
  4706. >She knocks your fedora off
  4707. "Hey!"
  4708. >"Fedoras aren't cool."
  4709. "What? Fedoras are awe-"
  4710. >She shuts you up with another kiss
  4711. >"And now... comes the fun part"
  4712. "Oh..."
  4713. >Yes
  4714. >Oh
  4715. >You can give up fedoras for "oh"
  4716.  
  4717. >Midnight was the best thing to ever happen in your life
  4718. >Being married to her was great for business
  4719. >But when she requested a stage be built in the restaurant for her to perform?
  4720. >That's when business exploded
  4721. >No, literally
  4722. >Those maximum occupancy limit signs?
  4723. >They don't post those just to fuck around
  4724. >It later became known as the Marelow Massacre
  4725. >After that, you bought a much bigger and nicer building
  4726. >With help from Midnight of course
  4727. >So you couldn't deny her when she insisted on designing the new restuarant sign herself
  4728. >'Midnight Aces'
  4729. >Catchy
  4730. >It could've used a fedora though
  4731. >She just rolled her eyes and walked off when you mentioned it
  4732. >Whatever
  4733. >Business was great
  4734. >No more scraping by
  4735. >You bought your parents someplace nice so they could retire
  4736. >A place nearby of course
  4737. >Somepony had to foalsit for you
  4738. >You and Midnight needed time for yourselves every now and again
  4739. >Which ironically enough led to more children
  4740. >Ponies never got around to inventing contraceptives
  4741. >Oh well
  4742. >Plenty of ponies to carry on your legacy
  4743. >Or Midnight's
  4744. >Whatever though
  4745. >You had succeeded at happiness in life
  4746. >What more could anypony ask for?
  4747.  
  4748. ###########
  4749.  
  4750. Sourdough
  4751.  
  4752. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16218800/#16220367
  4753.  
  4754. Another version here: https://poneb.in/b7q9ukvQ
  4755.  
  4756. There was the sound of chatter outside my room as I began to wake up. It must've been rather early seeing as how I felt like falling right back to sleep, yet the sound of talking nearby seemed to keep me from doing just that. It sounded like two people talking, I think both sounded female, though I didn't recognize any of their voices. I guess normally this might bother me, but at the moment, I wasn't fully awake. I felt too weak to get up and investigate, so all I could do is listen.
  4757.  
  4758. "…and you found him all alone?"
  4759.  
  4760. "Yeah, he was in a basket in the middle of town. He seemed to be abandoned intentionally. I'm just happy that I found him.".
  4761.  
  4762. "Oh my, who could possibly abandon such a sweet and innocent foal?"
  4763.  
  4764. Wait, foal? What are they talking about? I thought to myself as I listened in on the conversation.
  4765.  
  4766. "Well, are there any clues to who might have done this?"
  4767.  
  4768. "None that we saw. I can't think of anyone in town who was expecting a foal. He just seems to have appeared."
  4769.  
  4770. "I still can't believe how quick you were to take him in. It's such a selfless thing what you a Blue Mist did. Most ponies out there would be rather hesitant to take in a foal so suddenly"
  4771.  
  4772. "Oh, it's no trouble for us at all. I mean, we found him. I suppose we feel obligated to give him a good home."
  4773.  
  4774. This is kinda weird conversation I thought to myself. Did I leave the TV on or something?
  4775.  
  4776. "And you say Blue is at the mayors office right now?"
  4777.  
  4778. "Oh yes. We need to fill out some paperwork in order to be his guardians for the time being, but from what I understand, if nopony comes forward in the next three months, we can legally adopt him."
  4779.  
  4780. "I hope you're both prepared for this. Having a foal is a big step forward. Trust me, I should know"
  4781.  
  4782. Oh, I know, and we're both ready to take care of him, even if it does turn out to be only for a little while, we at least want to make sure he's taken care of properly."
  4783.  
  4784. "Sometimes I wish I had your bravery Pita"
  4785.  
  4786. At this point I finally had the strength to wake up. I had to admit this conversation was nice to listen to, but I needed to start my day.
  4787. As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see what appeared to be bars in front of my face, but as I turned my head, I noticed they are surrounding my bed.
  4788. "Am I in a crib?" Is what I would have said, but instead some sort of high pitched gibberish came out of my mouth. This is when I started to panic. As I tried to remove my blanket, I was greeted with the biggest shock of my life. In place of my hands were two tiny cinnamon colored hooves.
  4789.  
  4790. My mind at that point was racing. There was no real room to think straight. As my mind went into full on panic mode, trying to figure everything out, I felt the irresistible urge to cry. I didn't try to suppress it, there was no way I could, and as my eyes began to tear up, I couldn't help but scream out as well.
  4791.  
  4792. "Oh my, looks like he's awake now"
  4793.  
  4794. The next thing I know I feel myself floating off out of my crib, and opening my eyes to see the smiling face of a pony in front of me. At that moment, any feelings of sadness or anxiety were completely washed out by sheer amazement. Here, right in front of me, was an actual pony from MLP. Unicorn to be more specific. She was a sort of whitish tan color with a brown mane, certainly one I haven't seen in the show before, but still amazing none the less.
  4795.  
  4796. "Aww are you scared? Oh, it's going to be ok. You're going to be living with us for now"
  4797.  
  4798. While the tears stopped falling from my face, I still looked at her wight he most dumbfounded expression I could possibly make. Here I was, actually with a talking pony from one of my favorite TV shows. I tried to say something but again, all that came out was some unintelligible baby talk. As my mind began to put the pieces together, everything suddenly started to make sense. Somehow, I had not only become a pony, but I also seemed to have regresses to the age of a foal as well.
  4799.  
  4800. It was too much to take in. So many emotions started to fly everywhere inside my head. Part of me felt scared, another curious, another excited. As that began to happen, my eyes began to tear up again. What was I going to do? Am I going to be like this forever? What about back home? With all of those concerns filling my head, I was just about to cry again until I felt myself swinging in the air. It felt incredibly relaxing, and as I felt the mare humming a soft tune, it seemed as all of my cares where beginning to slip away.
  4801.  
  4802. She did this for a few minutes before another pony came over. This one I actually did recognize. It was Mrs. Cake.
  4803.  
  4804. "He really is a handsome young colt, isn't he?"
  4805.  
  4806. I then heard a door open up, and and saw a another pony approach us. This one was a light blue pegasus with a curly white mane. He too wasn't a pony I recognized, but I could assume that he was with the mare who was currently caring for me. He also seemed to be caring a few different bags with with filled with all sorts of things.
  4807.  
  4808. "Oh good he's awake!, he said in a very excited tone. He trotted closer as he looked down at me. "Hey, it's alright kiddo, Pita and I will take real good care of you as long as we need to"
  4809.  
  4810. I then felt myself being levitated down to the ground and place right in front of everybody. it was so strange, seeing everybody looking so tall in front of me. I stared in a sort of wonder for a moment before the stallion pulled something out of one of his bags. It was a rattle.
  4811.  
  4812. "Here you go, I got this just for you" he said as he placed it on the ground beside me.
  4813.  
  4814. I didn't know what to think at first, but I felt as if I didn't want to disappoint him by not at least playing with it for a bit. I picked it up with surprising ease, considering I had hooves now, but I didn't really think much of it. Shaking it was actually quite pleasant. Hearing the noise come out of the rattle was enough to get me hooked on it. I couldn't really explain it, but something about shaking the rattle really brightened me up.
  4815.  
  4816. "Well, I guess I should leave you three together. You certainly have much to do, and I still have to get back to my foals as well" said Mrs. Cake as she got up
  4817.  
  4818. "Thank you so much for coming over this morning and helping out" said the mare
  4819.  
  4820. "Oh don't you worry. You know you can always ask me a Carrot Cake for help with anything if need be"
  4821.  
  4822. "We'll let you know right away" said the stallion.
  4823.  
  4824. They said a few more goodbyes, and with that, Mrs. Cake left.
  4825.  
  4826. "Well I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Blue Mist, and this is Pita Bread. We're going to be your guardians for the time being, alright?" He said with his face leaning into mine.
  4827.  
  4828. He gave a large grin which made me giggle a bit before standing back up and pulling some papers from one of his bags.
  4829.  
  4830. "Here we go, they need a few signatures from you and we're set."
  4831.  
  4832. "Sounds easy enough" Pita Bread stated as she floated the papers and towards her
  4833.  
  4834. "There's one more thing we need to"
  4835.  
  4836. "What's that?"
  4837.  
  4838. "A name"
  4839.  
  4840. "Oh my, I was so busy this morning I hadn't thought about that"
  4841.  
  4842. "Well let's see what could we name him?"
  4843.  
  4844. I forgot about my speech impediment for a moment and tried to tell them my name, but as usual, all that came out was the some gibberish as before
  4845.  
  4846. "Well, have you thought of anything honey?" ask Pita Bread
  4847.  
  4848. "Well I thought about naming him Jet Stream after my grandfather, but I don't know, he really doesn't look like a Jet Stream to me."
  4849.  
  4850. "Well how about Sourdough? After my grandfather? That could work"
  4851.  
  4852. "Hmm, I could see it" He then leaned into my face again, and in a babyish tone said "What do you think, do you like that name? Sourdough? Do you like that name?"
  4853.  
  4854. I thought about it for a second. I never really had a pony name for myself, unlike a lot of my other friends online, and with me being unable to suggest something myself I suppose I could go along with it, especially if that means I was going to be living with these ponies for the time being. I let them know of my approval by giving a big smile and shaking my rattle intensely.
  4855.  
  4856. "I think he likes it. Sourdough it is!"
  4857.  
  4858. With the papers signed, both Pita Bread and Blue Mist began setting up a whole bunch of baby stuff. I have to admit, I felt a little guilty at first not helping out, and even at one point almost attempted to help out on instinct, but then realized that being in the position I was in, I really wasn't at liberty to do much of anything at the moment. I felt a little frustrated at first, and then started getting bored. Lucky for me I suppose, they finished putting together a play pen and put me inside. It was filled with several toys, including a teddy bear, a toy train and some blocks.
  4859.  
  4860. All of a sudden, I got an idea. The blocks seemed to be alphabet blocks.
  4861.  
  4862. "I can communicate with them! All I need to do is spell something out and they'll be sure to notice." I thought to myself as I began to think of what to say "Oh, I can't wait to see their faces when they see-"
  4863. I stopped for a moment as I looked at the blocks and realized one big problem. I couldn't figure out what any of these letters meant. They looked the same as letters back on Earth, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember how to put them into words!
  4864.  
  4865. "Oh God, have I forgotten how to spell!?"
  4866.  
  4867. "Math! I can't remember anything about math either! How could I have forgotten something so basic as math and reading?"
  4868.  
  4869. I tried to keep myself together. I didn't want to cry yet again.
  4870.  
  4871. "Come on, get it together. Just because I'm in a foals body doesn't mean I have to act like one"
  4872.  
  4873. But no matter how hard I tried to resist, I couldn't do it. I needed someone with me. I felt so helpless and alone. I wanted my parents. I wanted my mommy more than anything in the world right now. I finally let it go after what seemed like an eternity of holding back. Within seconds however, I felt myself being lifted up into the and place in someone's hooves. I looked up to see that it was Pita Bread. She looked down at me with a concerned look on her face as she rocked me back and forth.
  4874.  
  4875. "Oh, what's wrong honey? Are you ok? You must still be shaken up about living in such a strange new place, aren't you?"
  4876.  
  4877. She levitated a pacifier and put it into my mouth, and almost instinctively, I began to suck on it, and with that, everything else in the world seemed to go away. It was just me and her. It was like as long as I was with her, nothing bad would ever happen. She continued to rock me for what seemed like hours until I had finally calmed down. I couldn't explain it, but as she was cradling me, she really did feel like my own mom. Everything about her felt so motherly, so warm, I could really tell I wasn't just some foal falling into her life, I got the feeling that she truly cared about me. Eventually, I started to get really tired. As I began to dose off, she put me back into the crib and gave me a kiss in the forehead.
  4878.  
  4879. "I love you" I heard her say as she walked out of the room
  4880.  
  4881. "I love you too" I caught myself thinking as I finally fell asleep
  4882.  
  4883. I awoke sometime later to what sounded like pots and pans banging around in another room. I felt well rested and started getting myself up. Again, I was greeted with the same bars in front of my face as before.
  4884.  
  4885. "Huh, so it wasn't a dream after all" I thought to myself as I began to stretch a bit.
  4886.  
  4887. It was then when I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. While I couldn't reach behind my back to feel it, I could tell I had two extra appendages coming out of my back.
  4888.  
  4889. "No way, I'm a pegasus? That is so cool!"
  4890.  
  4891. I tried flapping them a bit to see if they would work, and sure enough, I felt them move a bit. I can't believe I missed them the last time I woke up, but hey, I had them, and I was happy. I mean, who doesn't dream about flying?
  4892.  
  4893. "Oh wow, I can't wait until I'm able to use these things"
  4894.  
  4895. I spent a few minutes admiring my newest feature until I came across something I hadn't felt before I went to bed. I felt a soft padding in between my legs, and as I removed my blanket, my speculation was confirmed. I was wearing a diaper. I honestly don't remember if I was wearing one before, but while I was a bit embarrassed, I guess it was to be expected. After all, I was essentially a baby again, right?
  4896.  
  4897. With nothing to do for the moment, I decided to look around a bit. The room seemed to be decorated now, with toys, a changing table, and filled with baby supplies. There was also what looked to be some unopened wallpaper in the corner. I also looked out the window to see that the sky was orange, so it must still be the same day. Looking in my crib, I saw my rattle and the Teddy Bear from the playpen. The bear kind of reminded me of one that I had when I was little. Well, when I was on back on Earth anyways. I called him Teddy. Not very original, but hey, he kept me company when I was alone.
  4898.  
  4899. "I've got it! I'll just strum my rattle across the bars of my crib. They should be able to her that"
  4900.  
  4901. I only had to do that for about a minute until Blue Mist came in and greeted me
  4902.  
  4903. "Hey buddy, how'd you sleep?"
  4904.  
  4905. I gave him some happy gibberish to show hime I was doing alright.
  4906.  
  4907. "You woke up just in time too. Dinner will be ready in any minute now"
  4908.  
  4909. He then picked me up and carried me to the dining room. Waiting for me was Pita Bread preparing dinner and highchair just for me.
  4910.  
  4911. "Did you have a good nap sweetie?" She said as she stirred something in a small pot.
  4912.  
  4913. "I think he did. You were out for quite awhile there" he said as he ruffled my hair.
  4914.  
  4915. "Well dinner is just about done. You're in for a treat Sourdough. I just made some delicious mashed carrots for you, doesn't that sound nice?"
  4916.  
  4917. I'll admit, I'm not a huge fan of vegetables. Even as an adult, I almost never ate them unless I needed to, so I really wasn't looking forward to this. But then again, ponies don't exactly eat meat, which means I'm gonna have to get used to it sooner or later. Plus, she did go to the trouble of cooking this for me anyway. The least I could do is try it out. So with that, I feigned my excitement and awaited to be served.
  4918.  
  4919. I was again lifted up, this time into my new highchair, and soon after that was served my dinner by Pita. The carrots didn't actually taste that bad. While it was almost soup-like in how mashed up they were, the carrots themselves were actually kind of sweet. Normally when I ate carrots they were pretty tasteless, but these ones I really started to enjoy. Maybe it was the fact that a new body comes with new tastebuds, or maybe Pita Bread is just a really good cook. I don't know, but it really made my first dinner an enjoyable one.
  4920.  
  4921. It wasn't long before I was finished eating, and with a full belly decided to sit quietly for a bit. After Pita cleaned some of the food that got on my face, she served herself and Blue some salads.
  4922.  
  4923. "Wow" I thought to myself "They served a better cooked for me than for themselves. That's really something"
  4924.  
  4925. As I waited for them to finish, they struck up a conversation, mainly about me and if there was anything they still needed to do or buy.
  4926.  
  4927. "Well, we should take him to a doctors office tomorrow to get him checked out. I mean, we don't even know how old he is or if there might be anything we should know beforehand" stated Blue mist
  4928.  
  4929. "Yeah, you're right. There's a pediatrician across town that should be able to see him right away"
  4930.  
  4931. "You think he's free tomorrow morning? We should try and see him as soon as possible"
  4932.  
  4933. "Hmm, well it is getting a little late, so his office is most likely closed. But I did want to take Sourdough out to shop for clothes tomorrow anyway, so we could try and see him while we're there."
  4934.  
  4935. "Sounds like a plan. Is there anything else we should get while we're out? I think we got pretty much everything we needed for the nursery."
  4936.  
  4937. "I think we have everything we need for now"
  4938.  
  4939. They continued to talk for a good half hour or so, mostly about me and if there was anything they still needed to do, how they where going to balance everything out, who was going to do what, that sort of thing. While it did get a little boring after a bit, they did drop some bits of information that did interest me. Turns out blue Mist works on the weather team, which means he would also be working with Rainbow Dash, which was cool, seeing as how she was my favorite. Pita bread worked as a bread baker, which really wasn't a surprise, but was kind of interesting that her and the Cakes were really good friends.
  4940.  
  4941. Eventually they got done talking and started to put away the dishes. I was then lifted up as all three of us proceeding to a living room. It looked pretty standard, and had a very homely feel to it. In the middle were a few of my new toys, and was set on the ground right with them. Pita Bread sat on the couch and floated a book over to read, while Blue Mist trotted over to what looked like big old fashioned radio, kinda like the ones my grandparents had when they were kids. I guess that means TV doesn't exist in Equestria. Not surprising, but this places anachronisms are really weird at times.
  4942.  
  4943. Anyway, he then turned on some kind of news station, and then joined Pita Bread on the couch. Todays top stories included a meeting with Princess Celestia and the Griffon Emperor, a run-off election in Fillydelphia, and some scandal involving Sapphire Shores. I guess not to different from back at home, but having ponies involved sort of made more interesting to listen to.
  4944.  
  4945. After that was all said in done, the radio began to play some jazzy music. With nothing else to do, I looked around to see what was going on in the room. Blue and Pita were still sitting together, though Blue seemed to bee dozing off a bit. Judging by how dark the sky was, it must have been getting late. Pita seemed entranced by her book. I can't tell you what it was called, but it had a mare and stallion walking on a beach next to a lighthouse, so I can assume it must have been some sort of romance novel.
  4946.  
  4947. Looking around a little further, I saw something caught my eye. It was a big mirror, one of those ones you hang on your wall, and it looked low enough for me to see into it. Finally, I could get a proper look at myself. I crawled over quietly, making sure not to disturb Blue and Pita, and braced myself for what I would see. Staring back at me was a cinnamon colored foal, with a light brown mane and tail and dark blue eyes. I stared at myself for a couple of minutes, trying to get used to my new reflection. This was just too weird. I mean, I remembered what I used to look like, and not having your own face starring back at you in the mirror is a little unsettling. As weird as it was looking in the mirror, I must admit, I did look really cute, and I guess that made it a little easier I suppose.
  4948. "Honey, look", I heard Pita Bread says
  4949.  
  4950. "Aww, are you checking yourself out kiddo?" Blue Mist said as he chuckled to himself
  4951.  
  4952. I turned around to see them getting off the couch and Blue Mist pick me up.
  4953.  
  4954. "It's getting pretty late for you, and for us too. I think it's been a busy day for all of us"
  4955.  
  4956. "I think it some ponies bath time!"
  4957.  
  4958. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that one. Sure, I like having a nice hot bath every once and a awhile, but the idea of of other people, or in this case ponies, giving me one made me feel a little bit embarrassed, though seeing the predicament i'm in, I'm really going to have to get over this if I'm going to stay the least bit sane.
  4959.  
  4960. I was picked up again by Blue Mist and taken to a bathroom. Pita Bread began filling up the tub and began putting some soap in it as well.
  4961.  
  4962. "Oh, I almost forgot" said Blue Mist as he grabbed something off the counter. " I hope you like rubber duckies"
  4963.  
  4964. He began to wave a small little rubber duck in my face, as well as make some duck sounds. Something about that just made me want to giggle. It was just really funny for me for some reason, and it seemed to make Blue happy as well.
  4965.  
  4966. "Water's ready!" said Pita. She took off my diaper and places me in the bathtub, now filled with bubbles. The temperature was perfect. It was warm enough to feel comfortable in, but not enough to make it feel hot.
  4967.  
  4968. Pita started to wash me, mainly trying to get the rest of the food off of my face, while Blue continued making duck noises messing with the rubber duck around me. It was a bit weird all in all, but it was a good kind of weird, and I could tell that the two of them were really enjoying this. I played along eventually, and started to have a bit of fun myself. I'd throw bubbles onto them and they'd laugh and do the same to me. We continued to do this for a good 15 minutes before they pulled the drain. I gotta admit, I was a little bit disappointed that it was all over. I was really starting to have fun.
  4969.  
  4970. After getting all dried off and diapered again, Blue and Pita took me back to my room. It was rather good timing too, as I was just beginning to get tired, and I could tell b looking at them that they seemed just as tired as me. I don't blame them, I mean taking in a baby is a pretty big thing, and I seemed to come to them by complete surprise. I wish I was able to talk and tell them how much I appreciated what they were doing, but at the moment, i'm not sure I needed to. Right now, they just seemed so happy to be taking care of me, nothing else really mattered.
  4971.  
  4972. They put me in the crib and each kissed me goodnight. As Blue Mist tucked me into my covers, Pita got out a book to read to me. It was Goodnight Moon. Kinda funny they have that same book here even in Equestria. As Pita began to read, her voice was like a hypnotic lullaby, not unlike how she sang to me earlier today when I was upset. By the time she finished the book, i was almost dead asleep. I just remember hearing the sound of trotting and the flick of a light switch as I drifted off to dreamland.
  4973.  
  4974. "Wake up sleepy head" I heard Pita say as a bright light filled the room and hit my eyes.
  4975.  
  4976. "Morning already?" I thought to myself as I began to wake up
  4977.  
  4978. "We got a busy day ahead of us today, so lets get ready" she said as she lifted me out of my crib. "We're going to have so much fun Sourdough! We're gonna go shopping, then we'll meek a quick stop to the doctors, and then we might even make a trip to the park! Doesn't that sound exciting?"
  4979.  
  4980. I gave a slight smile. I never was one for waking up quickly anyways. And hey, it might be pretty cool to see ponyville from a first-person perspective.
  4981.  
  4982. "Well, let's get ready". She floated me to a table and changed my diaper. As you could guess, it was really, really embarrassing, but after the shenanigans that happened yesterday, I don't think it bothered me as much as it normally would've. After all, I gotta get used to living like this sooner or later.
  4983.  
  4984. "Hey buddy, glad to see you awake" Blue Mist said as he walked into the room. "Hey, I'm sorry I can't join you two today. I have to go to work" He said as he ruffled my mane a bit. "But don't worry, I'll be back tonight, don't you worry"
  4985.  
  4986. "So what's the weather gonna be like to day?"
  4987.  
  4988. "Partly cloudy, so you won't have to worry about anything while your out. It's probably going to be a pretty slow day for me though."
  4989.  
  4990. "Well good luck dear. I love you"
  4991.  
  4992. "I love you too" he said as both him and Pita kissed. "And I love you too Sourdough" and then gave me a kiss on the head as well before he walked out.
  4993.  
  4994. "Well looks like we have the day to ourselves"
  4995.  
  4996. ###########
  4997.  
  4998. Diamond !Tiara/Ut6s
  4999.  
  5000. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16218800/#16236476
  5001.  
  5002. "T... Twilight, why would you do that? I'm here to learn and study a few books for school, I don't want to become a part of any experience! I know you're skilled but that's weird."
  5003.  
  5004. Twilight said nothing, she looks concentrated, more than before, focusing on that age reversal spell she were talking about, and keeps pointing her horn at me as she closes the old book with her hoof. Weather is cold in this season so we've been studying sciences all the afternoon, from biology to chemistry, physics, astrophysics... It was very interesting as she brought a lot of new books from the Canterlot Library of her Majesty. Things have been amazing, but now I'm no longer sure if I should remain in the same room with her.
  5005.  
  5006. "Oh come on... Look, I'm going to go now. It was a pleasure, thanks for the tea and that evening but I'd like to go back home. I ... Go try with Scootaloo or Spike!"
  5007.  
  5008. Then she replied
  5009. "This won't hurt at all, don't worry. I just need to try and it's temporary. It's entirely reversible. Now you stop talking, moving, breathe normally."
  5010. I knew that light in her eyes that basically said "let's fulfill our mistakes or we'll never understand why we should never commit them in the first place" but I was not sure about this. Temporary and we just went through a book about space-time.
  5011. She's closing her eyes now. her energy ionizes the air and give it that particular smell. I'm too far from the door to escape now, there's a mess. If she fails I'm gonna end up disintegrated. I don't want this.
  5012.  
  5013. She's shooting a beam of energy at me. I can feel it like a hundred kilovolts traveling in my veins... I'm blindfolded by the flash
  5014. "AAAAH!"
  5015.  
  5016. Fainted.
  5017.  
  5018. Twilight you're fucking nuts, what have you done... I can think this... am I still alive? where am I now? It's black and I can barely feel my legs..I can't be in a coma oh please Celestia, I don't want to end up like a veggie... Dad! Mom! Help me... Why!
  5019. I'm trying to scream but no word comes out.
  5020.  
  5021. I feel so numb. This place is weird and hot and insanely comfortable. It's familiar but I cannot explain how. The only things I can hear is a muffled sound but it's clearly Twilight.
  5022.  
  5023. "Can you hear me? Tiara? It'll be okay I never expected this! Oh Holy Celestia noo... What have I done?"
  5024. Good question, what have you done? Turned me into a pumpkin or some object instead?
  5025. "You were supposed to be at least one year older to get a cutie mark.."
  5026. Oh yes, I lied about my age, I'm one class higher than I should be and we're two or three to have a CM there, so what? Hey it's moving...
  5027. I hear Spike yelling at her. Haha, What's that noise, is that my heart beating? She turned me into a diamond and Spike ate me or...
  5028.  
  5029. "Tiara, it will be okay, I'll get you out of here when I can. I'm gonna have to learn how it's like to reborn a filly, I hope it lasts longer..."
  5030. WHAT
  5031. "Or if you don't get out of there in time and the spells ends, I fear that I'm gonna explode."
  5032. Oh no it's not possible, I'm inside Twilight Sparkle.. in her belly, her uterus? I'm in need to scream but I'm inhaling that disgusting substance. I'm panicking and buck against that amount of flesh surrounding me. Where's the exit? Hey, Twilight, have you seen 'Alien' ?
  5033. "Calm down I'm gonna ... I must have a book about this... I'm gonna get you out of here I promise, and I'm hungry now."
  5034.  
  5035. Later I wake up. Twilight's talking to someone. My father's looking for me. Oh neat she's lying to him.
  5036. Come on Twi, tell him everything; the truth and everything and he's gonna lose his shit! Oh you're boring. He's leaving? That's all? Oh of course because I'm inside her.
  5037.  
  5038. Time's passing and I'm waking up again, I really don't have to complain, it's warm, snuggly, and I don't need to breathe or anything.
  5039. "iiEEEEEEEEhhh"
  5040. What was that? I'm poking Twilight's flank.
  5041. 1:no 2:ok. 3:what
  5042. "I'm with Fluttershy don't worry"
  5043. ok.
  5044. I was not worried at all but I kind of am, now.
  5045. I need to sleep now, Can you not move for a few hours? huh?
  5046.  
  5047. I wonder how many days I spent in there, almost one week. Guess what, she managed to get Her Majesty's Secret Services to fake a kidnapping and troll everybody about my disappearing. They blame a bunch of changelings. Luna and Celestia obviously found out that she was pregnant, drama ensured, she lost her shit, but no one knows.
  5048. Her life is insanely boring. She's talking to me from times to times, That's so awkward... Sometimes I think I'm gonna unplug that umbilical cord from my belly and end it all. Sometimes I'm bucking at her just to piss her off for trapping me in there. Just get fucked and make your own baby !
  5049. Sometimes I hear that she's crying. She's having breakdowns and she's telling Spike to leave her alone.
  5050. What am I doing there? I should ignore, be tough and sleep.Twilight, you okay? You're not alone, oh... I'm gonna hug your heart. there..Oh damn it was your bladder, sorry.
  5051.  
  5052. Now I know why she needs to prove things to herself at being the best, all the time. She's indeed, very crazy. That's why she meets Pinkie Pie, who's also very insane, but endorses her role of living antidepressant. All of this is completely crazy and this situation is completely illogical.
  5053.  
  5054.  
  5055. Ow.what was that, did she fell down? got hit by a car or something? Twilight ?
  5056. I can hear her. she's screaming. What's going on? Respond! This is DeltaTango we've having a problem... This is not normal. She's screaming in agony. Hold on...
  5057. "TIARA, I'M GONNA.. AAAH"
  5058. I feel like I'm on some kind of hydraulic press now since one minute, What's going on? And I hear that hippie pegasus again over her screams.
  5059. "Alright, everything fine, you're doing a good job, just push"
  5060. Finally? I'm free? That was about time. WAIT! that umbilical cord's around my neck, I totally forgot it! My skull's gonna implode, ribcage into marmalade... Irony of nature, being killed by the only system that guarantee my survival in this place. Done! It even goes better. I'm sending her a final "yes" and hope she gets it.
  5061.  
  5062. I'm losing consciousness and when I'm coming back I finally see the light. Everything is red, I'm probably covered in blood, I'm freezing, coughing the remaining of that mixture clogging my lungs. Please kill me that's horrible... and I can finally scream out loud.
  5063. Fuck, I'm an amount of suffering living flesh.
  5064.  
  5065. There's Fluttershy saying
  5066. "H..Hello you little thing!"
  5067.  
  5068. Twilight's gaping vagina covered with blood. She really looks scary but the first thing she's doing is to hug me, and lick all of that bloody goo all over my fur. why is she doing this? Ew...
  5069. "Don't worry I'm cleaning you up." she said, and Flutter's doing the same.
  5070. I like how I feel a bit warmer on her chest. I see my Cutie Mark's also there! It's cute because there's still the umbilical cord connecting me with her, maybe I've got unicorn blood now? Cool!
  5071. I'm looking at Twilight and Fluttershy, who placed her wing over us to keep us warm and all have some rest. It's very comfy. Everything is but one thing on my head right now...
  5072. One scary thought being that my mother did all that for me a decade ago. But what am I doing here? A husband can cheat his wife by loving another, but is there a word for cheating your own mother for another that's not mine? No words exist.. I better not torture my mind with that. It was an experiment of age reversal, for science! It could save lives who knows?
  5073.  
  5074. it's snowing outside. Fluttershy's kissing me and Twilight's cheek, brings the blanket over us, and packs up the towels laying around. I'm still too weak and need to sleep too.
  5075.  
  5076. I'm waking up next to Twilight that morning. We're still at Fluttershy's home. She's looking at me, she smiles. she looks way better than when I got out of her.
  5077.  
  5078. "guh "
  5079. I'm trying to tell her 'good morning' but obviously i'm still a newborn.
  5080. "Good morning to you too, little Diamond!"
  5081. She's smiling, and I can't help it but smile back. My stomach hurts, I'm so hungry...
  5082. Twilight's using her levitation spell and move the blanket forward. She's got two, enormous... crotchboobs down there.
  5083. "I do know how you feel like, go ahead they're all yours!"
  5084.  
  5085. nope.
  5086. No sorry man there, I just can't...
  5087. She's using her levitation spell on me, again, placing me right between her legs. Another awkward moment of me staring at her vagina.
  5088. -"N..nn ... nope!"
  5089. "Augh, Tiara, come on! my milk contains every nutriments you need, also the necessary antibodies, if you don't I don't guarantee your survival. I'm dead serious!"
  5090. -"Meh"
  5091. -"I insist, I'm supposed to take care of you. If you didn't lie on your age, you'd be able to trot and eat whatever you want but you lied!"
  5092.  
  5093. -"..."
  5094. She's right. Fuck. I'm poking one of Twilight's tits with my tongue, I'm licking it not really knowing how these works. I do my best to chew it. It's tasting like milk, sort of...the outdated kind. I'm slipping and bumping her vagina as I move toward her left boob.
  5095. -"It's fine, don't be embarrassed about that!"
  5096. -"mhm."
  5097. -"I'm glad you're doing good actually, I'm still responsible about you and I want you to be in good health. Stay here, and sleep. I just have a few things to do in Ponyville and I'll be back for you! okay?
  5098.  
  5099. I miss my family, Silverspoon, even the scoundrels at school! What can I do...
  5100.  
  5101. Twilight's leaving the house. I don't know which day we are, Tuesday? She's certainly going to Canterlot.
  5102. the whole world around me is bigger. Dramatically. It's scary. it's trippy... Now I really feel alone. The bed's getting cold without her. wait...
  5103. "Twaaah?" "TWAAALAAAh!"
  5104. My brand new vocal chords hurts.. I can barely stand on my hooves or move. This fucking sucks. She can't leave me there! Hey!
  5105. "TWALaight..."
  5106.  
  5107. Fuck, not only I'm really like a baby and I'm about to cry. I'm so pathetic. She's right, if I told her my real age... it's kind of my fault. I must remain cartesian and assume. We're all psychopaths in a crazy world, populated of psychopaths, the only true God often lies there. Discord... What happens here right now is not normal... There suddenly Twilight rushes back in, galloping. She head me? why is she crying? She's hugging me so tight I'm making a squeaky noise.
  5108. "Diamond! I'm sorry... I'm so ... so sorry... I'll never ever leave you alone! ever!"
  5109.  
  5110. "..."
  5111.  
  5112. I'm rather feeling comforted that she changed her mind but really, Mrs Sparkle you should control your emotions, already ! in other words, what the fuck...
  5113.  
  5114. Next day, 02 after I'm technically born. or have hatched from Twilight's uterus. Had a nightmare this time.
  5115.  
  5116. Was going back home. There were nobody here, no lights.... I'm moving upstairs to my room and there, I recognize someone, finally. Scootaloo~?
  5117. I'm happy to see someone who's familiar, maybe she was waiting there for me. I missed her. I missed you all...
  5118. Then it pans.. scrolls or the whole dream rotates revealing her face.. being like a huge mouth filled with blood.
  5119.  
  5120. I wake up and scream. Twilight was already awake, she probably got woke up by my brain activity with her unicorn senses. We're still sleeping very closely. That's... hm, I'm young, it's cold and she's got the instinct of a mother, definitively. I do miss my family.
  5121. Tomorrow we're leaving Fluttershy's home back to the library.
  5122.  
  5123. After a traditional breakfast any stallion and even mares in Equestria would dream about, I'm finally putting my fresh vocal cords to activity.
  5124.  
  5125. -"Twilight?"
  5126. -"Yes, Diamond?"
  5127. -"Well once we're back, shouldn't we try a reverting spell, to get me back my normal size to cancel the current one?"
  5128. -"Hmm..."
  5129. -"I'm sure you have something like this! I'm.. thinking of my family, you know..."
  5130. -"Yes I have more than one spells that speeds up the process of aging. BUT"
  5131. -"But?"
  5132. -"But these spells does not just make you a preadolescent pony or a mare, they accelerate everything, leading to an exponential amount of carcinogenic and mutagenic cells in your body"
  5133. -"...In English?"
  5134. -"It speeds up aging, giving you a generalized cancer. That's bad. This kind of spell could also make you die of elderly age under 72 hours and this cannot be reverted"
  5135. -"That's..."
  5136. -"One of the most sick and twisted curses I know."
  5137.  
  5138. We're finally packing and she's carrying me in a basket. Fluttershy's kissing my snout again.. what do they all have, I'm not a baby already! Once arrived in the library, there were that green unicorn again, Lyra Heartstrings.
  5139. -"Doctor Lyra Heartstrings" she corrected.
  5140.  
  5141. She was standing on the couch as usual, sipping a cup of tea with Spike.
  5142. -"Congrats, Doctor Heartstrings!" replied Twilight.
  5143. -"So, how are you doing? no complications?"
  5144. Twilight explained all the details and the making of process that led me to this.
  5145. -"Very interesting, myself I'm working on initiating a pregnancy with Bonnie, you can't imagine how stressful it is... "
  5146. They've been chatting for minutes, I was still working at gaining back the control of my hooves, stability and articulations.
  5147. Lyra was observing me and came a bit closer, examining me.
  5148. -"...Fascinating! Hah, you're really like, born yesterday but you still have all your memories despite the hardware of your age."
  5149. -"I'm sure you'd love to live inside a pussy, too."
  5150. -"yep, you're reading through my mind! You're in a good health, so take care of yourself, okay!"
  5151.  
  5152. Later, we're in the middle of the room. Twilight's looking at me.
  5153. I'm also looking at her. Minutes are passing. She's smiling. Spike's certainly at Rarity's place all the afternoon right now. We're both alone.
  5154.  
  5155. "Twilight.. You know, when I was inside you last week, well I, sure it ties links between us., but sometimes I really felt like things weren't always so happy for you. Hearing you crying. So if you wanna talk about it..."
  5156.  
  5157. She remains silent for a while then
  5158. "Diamond, I... "
  5159.  
  5160. Fuck, I know what's happening, here we go she now will want to adopt me.
  5161.  
  5162. "I want to thank you, carrying you inside me for the last five days, when I lost all hopes and felt empty, I felt your presence inside me, you were the life inside the lifeless being I am. And I'm not even your mother! I thought my body would reject you but I cannot explain how ... it happened, it's beyond magic and everything me and Lyra knows about biology... "
  5163.  
  5164. I was afraid that she'd keeps me there any longer or forever, that's what she wants, I can feel it but we both know who we really are.
  5165.  
  5166. I'm gathering my efforts and try to stand up. It's hard but I can make it and walk towards to her.. we're hugging together.
  5167.  
  5168. Time's passing. We both fall asleep in the middle of this mess, between the books about magic and everything. When I wake up, my back hurts, my hairs and teeth are all there. My hooves are solid. I'm back to normal... It lasted seven moons total.
  5169.  
  5170. She's still sleeping.
  5171. I'm thinking of going downstairs silently, and leave her like that was all a dream. Pick my books and accessories - Hope no one sees me coming out of here.
  5172. I can't. I remember when I called her and she came back full of remorses for me. She also showed me that I have an importance in a way, and brought her something Spike could never, probably. Even if technically she's a bit her mommy, too.
  5173.  
  5174. I'm gonna wait a bit longer, at least 'til breakfast. I'm snuggling back under the blankets now. the rest can wait.
  5175. -end
  5176.  
  5177. ...
  5178.  
  5179. Small extra by: Twilight Sparkle
  5180.  
  5181. She's leaving. She didn't had to but she fondled on my boobs this morning like it was natural. Wake up Twi she's not your child! She's back to normal and you had only one week you'll never forget.
  5182.  
  5183. I wish I could be your surrogate mother instead of the one who adopted you... There's something good in you, you're so intelligent and mature for your age. My plans to keep you as a baby for one week didn't came out as I expected. She looked happy about her new belly button, that was so cute! She weren't traumatized about it either, what I feared most
  5184.  
  5185. Okay, I'm gonna have to clean that mess and sort all those books for once. Let's try not to think about her too much, she'll come back soon, maybe tomorrow. Her father will be no longer worried and everything ends well.
  5186.  
  5187. But if only I could...
  5188.  
  5189. ###########
  5190.  
  5191. Diamond !Tiara/Ut6s
  5192.  
  5193. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/16218800/#16255005
  5194.  
  5195. I'm back home finally.
  5196. Dad's happy to see me again, says everything will be alright. There's a bunch of cops, I explain them that Rainbowdash and Twilight saved me, I'm happy and all. He's staying a while with me, we're discussing, dinner is served, and yet he has to move away again, he must be at Manehattan tomorrow at 7AM. I'm giving him a kiss on the snout before he goes, as always...
  5197.  
  5198. So I'm going to my bedroom. There, I discover a mess, with boxes. Clothes dispatched a bit everywhere, my toys are no longer here, posters and prints are no longer there, nor my computer, my camera and a few books I forgot to bring back to Twilight last week. It was predictable, My mother in law decided to give away some toys and sell my stuff. She's there, looking at me...
  5199.  
  5200. -"Hmph. never thought you'd make it alive, I cleaned a bit your shit in there. By the way If you got raped by these monsters you better not tell a word. No one gives a fuck about your sob story mkay? Got an idea how much it'd be like to getcha a therapist? 's not your lil'toys that's gonna pay for it. Geddit? If you want nightmares to stop 's not gonna work. There's still suicide y'know.
  5201. -"..."
  5202.  
  5203. I'm looking at her, expressionless, continuing her monologue, like I give a fuck. I'm not saying one word. I'm not even paying attention or try to look sad.
  5204.  
  5205. -"Your dad was 'bout to spend twenty thousands a bunch o' mercenaries to bring ya back this week! Fucker. do you realize how much it is? That's it, if ya think we don't care 'bout ya, also if you think frequenting that purple leech 's gonna learn ya anythin' you're wrong."
  5206.  
  5207. She finally slams the door and goes back to the living room, probably to get drunk again. I'm being filled of hate one more time. My teeth are grinding. light just burns out makes it all complete.
  5208.  
  5209. It's now completely dark.
  5210. I'm staring at that pile of clothes standing on my bed... I'm snuggling inside of it, and try to remember how it was like being inside Twilight's belly. I miss that place.
  5211.  
  5212. I had a strange dream this night that looked just weird as the other. I was sitting in a flying machine. Not the kind of areroplane or hot air balloon we have around here, a very fast and noisy plane, maybe faster than rainbowdash. I wake up in there.
  5213. I was on a seat, in some kind of machine, and Twilight was on a seat in front of me, I recognized her mane. She was probably driving that huge metallic bird. I look at the sky, and the clouds. It's amazing how fast we are going... things down there are so small...
  5214. "Twilight? That's so coo! Where are we? Haha I can almost touch the clouds, we're flying through them! Twilight? Is everything okay?"
  5215. I'm trying to look at her, and what I see there is not Twilight at all. It looks like Twilight made of plastic. It's a huge plastic puppet in form of Twilight but it's not her.
  5216. I'm alone on this machine, I need to take its control. There's like a computer on the front seat....I probably need to reach it and program another destination, or to simply take me back down. If that thing could stop moving in all directions that would help. No, I no longer like it, it's not funny at all. I'm over Canterlot now. I hear alarms beeping and a robot girl's voice out of nowhere is shouting "Altitude... altitude... altitude..." I'm holding on my seat as I'm crashing on the castle. and I wake up.
  5217.  
  5218. Whatever Twilight did to me inspires me now the weirdest dreams, or were they always here I don't know. I gotta ask her and talk about this.
  5219.  
  5220. I'm getting out of here. What time is it?
  5221. > 6:21 AM.
  5222. I'm looking at the empty walls of this room. No books, nothing at all. Even Scootaloo has a better life. I'm getting out of here.
  5223. As I go to the kitchen to have a very early breakfast, I notice Helen's sleeping on the couch, TV remained turned on, with an empty bottle of booze on her hoof. It's just getting worse and worse everyday, is she awake? she's gonna have a hangover again.
  5224.  
  5225. That milk tastes bad. Hmph I'm gonna add some oatmeals with it.
  5226.  
  5227. I'm thinking again about the possibility that I might have absorbed some of Twilight's genes when I was inside her.
  5228. Why exactly did she insist into performing this experiment on me? Does she really need to care for a baby?
  5229. I heard her either screaming or crying randomly but since I went out, she was suddenly all okay. I never saw her so happy, perhaps she's really in need to have someone with her.
  5230. I'm thinking about Spike, things must not be easy for him either. Would he be jealous if...
  5231.  
  5232. Nah that's ... That's too weird. Just like that poor creature on the couch watching some horribly irritating cartoon, how can she even remain sleeping with all that noise around? Is she doing it on-purpose to piss me off?
  5233. "Helen?"
  5234. Fucking bitch. I swear, I'll destroy you before you destroy what's left of a family here. . .
  5235. "Okay. I'm turning it off."
  5236. I'm moving to the living room, almost get my hooves perforated by a broken glass there, go to the TV and switch it off.
  5237. "Helen... You shou-."
  5238.  
  5239. ...
  5240.  
  5241. Her eyes were wide open, dilated and black. She was not moving at all, with a stream of blood coming out of her snout and mouth, tinting the couch. I could not move either, or even scream. There was a particular smell behind the scent of whiskey. There's an absolute silence now.
  5242.  
  5243. What's going through my head right now? There's a cadaver on the couch, a lot of mess around, dad's desk is more or less upside down. She got killed. They will find out the truth, if they do they will blame it on Twilight. She'll be either locked forever or magisterially impaled. Or they'll accuse me. I'm not staying there. I can't stay there. How do I even move... away.
  5244.  
  5245. I'm rushing through the streets towards Twilight's home. Today's forecast: cold and rainy and I did hurt myself with one of the shattered glass on the living room.. They got my DNA now...
  5246. I keep on running. I wanted to see Sylvie too. I need to talk with her...
  5247.  
  5248. Did she suffer? Did she scream for help? Helen what kind of shit have you done again?
  5249. I'm scared, I'm freezing, crying, I have no idea what I'm doing, I just want a place to go.
  5250. It's almost 7 o'clock. Another scary thought goes through my mind right now, what if I find out Twilight rushed in and killed Helen?
  5251. There are so many people across Equestria she owes money, as much as people who wish to eliminate my dad... I always remember someone getting home, threatening him. threatening me too, breaking everything they see in the house... I'm sure half of the classroom also wants me dead.
  5252.  
  5253. I'm hesitating. I'm knocking at the door of the library. I have no choice now I'm freezing.
  5254. It's Spike who's opening the door, groggy.
  5255. -"Diamond Tiara? What are you doing outsi..."
  5256. -"I ..need ..talk ...Twilight"
  5257.  
  5258. She just woke up, galloping to me down the stairs and fondles on me. I feel more safe here.
  5259. She brought me a warm cup of tea, and a blanket. Took care of my flesh wound that slowed me down in the blink of an eye and I'm telling her everything that has happened. About my mother in law, what she wants. What happened that night. Everything I knew. She couldn't hold her tears any longer and I can see in her eyes that she's innocent. How could I think of such a thing, even if I know she would kill for me.
  5260.  
  5261. -"Diamond... You've been through a very hard moment, and you need some rest. I'm gonna contact the Princess and explain the situation. Spike, take a letter!"
  5262. -"Twilight, could we also pay a visit to Silverspoon? I haven't seen her for a while and I want to tell her that I'm alm"
  5263. -"I'm gonna tell her to come, myself I want to bring in some friends who's got a certain opinion about you, just especially, Rainbowdash, Rarity and Applebloom... "
  5264. -"Twilight, you know you don't need to do all that"
  5265. -"I know, but I want to."
  5266.  
  5267. "I still can't imagine what happened thee. How could anypony do that? I mean..."
  5268. I remained quite silent, sipping a warm cup of chocolate she prepared for me. Her head was clenched between her hooves, thinking and reviewing a few documents straight from Canterlot to start and investigate on the potential assassins here in Ponyville. The list is indeed, long.
  5269.  
  5270. I don't think I understand everything I went through today yet; I don't think if I should be happy or terrified. My mind is empty. This had to happen now.
  5271. Spike keeps filling an "inbox" basket with documents. there a familiar voice was heard.
  5272. The afternoon we're walking towards Silverspoon's place, Twilight's walking there with me. If there's one thing I want to retrieve it's my computer or get the same one, she offered it to me after building it herself.
  5273. Not built like the office machines from Ponyland, she designs the boards and select the ICs all by herself, and she knows exactly which ones are in circulation in ponyville. She wouldn't leave one in the nature for a few reasons.
  5274.  
  5275. Her mother looks happy to see me and fondles on me, she's calling Silverspoon in, who's trotting happily in the corridor and hug me.
  5276. "Diamondtiara! I knew you'd survive! Hmprrr"
  5277. After a rump bump we're encouraged to come in. She's rushing to prepare us something and she's also happy to have Twilight Sparkle at home. Indeed she purchased my PC from Helen for about three bits.
  5278. - "She was there, like 'I also have a luxurious game machine, excellent for your fillies so I replied 'I'll give you two bits for that scrap metal box if i can have the stuffed kitten with it' and she insisted for three. Honestly if I had a <<'mother in law'>>like this I'd run out of the house. That cannot be good for your mental health at all."
  5279. Twilight explained in her words what happened this morning and that I will indeed need some rest. She also explained that during the past days she was with me. not giving any detail.
  5280.  
  5281. Twilight Sparkle never been really fond about that kind of technology, as everypony they don't get the point of being equipped with such technology, unless for a mathematician, scientist or a writer. she don't want either to see in a future, books; archives, writing or libraries replaced by one single computer. I don't care either but Silverspoon really wanted me to have one of the product of her geeky hobby.
  5282. I'm just happy to be with her again, I don't wanna lie to her but basically I was with Twilight all along after a magic thing occurred. I know she knows how to keep a secret, A lot of secrets I keep both on my heart and in me.
  5283.  
  5284. "You know, all the classroom cried when they heard that you have disappeared or got fillynapped. Even Scootaloo and Miss Cheerilee."
  5285. "Hmm"
  5286. "But I were the saddest one around and all of them have been very kind and supportive with me and they did not give up on me. I was sad but didn't felt alone"
  5287. I'm remaining silent, and smile, listening to her story.
  5288. "So from now, I'd like it if we'd stop trolling and bugging with the blank flanks, oki? Because we're the two most intelligent of our class, we don't even really need to"
  5289. "YES! I won't, ever do that again I promise, Silverspoon"
  5290. Twilight's observing me, I know it. and I know that it's time for us to leave them alone.
  5291. "I'm just making sure everything fine for her until all of that is resolved." said Twilight to Ms. Honeybush. "You comin' Diamond?"
  5292.  
  5293. Meeting Silverspoon warmed my heart, I do know now I'm not some outcast in school even if the year's almost finished. Now I'm trotting through the storm under Twilight's shield, keeping us warm under the non-stop rain.
  5294. The evening's there, she's into her books, and I'm there, closer. We're having a dinner, then we go to bed. She's got only one right now, so I'm snugglin' in. She's reading something about magic written in old equestrian.
  5295. "Starswirl The Beard himself wrote it."
  5296. I'm kind of fascinated but fall asleep on her heart, again.
  5297.  
  5298. Yeah I've got a few ideas for the next...
  5299. This is about 6AM and Spike woke us up in a hurry. I was snuggled within Twilight's hooves.
  5300. -"Twi! Diam! Wake up!!"
  5301. -"Hmph, what is it Spike?"
  5302. -"I've got some bad news from Canterlot, well um, I just got this"
  5303. Twilight's bringing the letter as she gets out of the bed
  5304. -"At this time of the day, it better be important... Dear Twilight Sparkle..."
  5305. -"Equestria is under attack?"
  5306. -"I have to inform you at my biggest regret that the authorities have decided to put Mr. Filthly Rich under investigation after the assassination of Miss Rich yesterday, and his involvement into various affairs that have been under investigation.
  5307. as the Police and Royal Guards are doing their job, they have cooperated with Social Services to send Mr. Rich; Diamond Tiara into a social institute for an undetermined period of time.
  5308. I have little control over this branch that is left to the prefecture. I'm going to do the necessary to stop or appeal of the procedure and get this in your favor and the interest of the filly, but from now I'm going to ask you personally to take her with you and ensure her safety. I put all my trust in you, Twilight Sparkle. I will contact you whenever the situation will be resolved.
  5309. Once you have read this message, destroy it immediately. Thank you, and may my light guide both of you and your friends in this darkness..."
  5310. I'm kind of crushed, as much as she is by this message.
  5311. -"This means they're goin to take me away? I .. I want to stay "
  5312. -"That won't be happening! I won't let them do this, you know"
  5313. I'm looking at her eyes and she's looking at me. She's kissing me on the snout and catches me with her.
  5314. -"Spike, we have to go now! I'm gonna have to ask you to stay here and guard the library, ask Lyra to come over if she wants!"
  5315. -"Sir yes sir! I mean, I will wait for your return and remain loyal only to you, Princess!"
  5316. She's taking a few books on a backpack, picking my tiara, puts it on my head, and we go.
  5317.  
  5318. Someone's knocking at the door.
  5319. "They were quick! Let's go!"
  5320. Spike's moving a desk to block the entry to the library and we're getting out from a window. Outside there was a bunch of stallions waiting for us, and a lot of cops like there never was in Ponyville. We're trotting there rather incognito for a few seconds before one of them picks a scroll and identifies me.
  5321. "You over there! stop immediately! We have the orders to go with Diamond D. Tiara Rich immediately!"
  5322. We are then surrounded...and Twilight asked,
  5323. "Who do you receive your orders from?"
  5324. "This is a decision of the federal and administrative court and the affair had been dispatched to the social services who have took the decision, I'm sorry madam ! ...Do cooperate and let the filly go with us, and everything will be fine ,do you understand?"
  5325. She's smiling, the poor cop obviously doesn't live anywhere near Ponyville and ignores everything abut Twily's magic skills. But all of a sudden, "bangs" are heard from various directions, and she's getting assaulted by a lot of things looking like silver wires out of nowhere, entangling her body, hooves and horn. she's falling on the ground.
  5326. one of the cops says on his talkie, "Unicorn is neutralized, I say again, unicorn is neutralized. Take the filly."
  5327. "TWILIGHT ! NO!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
  5328. Twilight's trying to perform a spell to get herself free from this trap, every move she does is cutting her, and everytime she performs a spell or use her magic, the wires she's entangled with renders it ineffective like a Faraday cage, but she's receiving it back like an electric shock every time and got immobilized. I'm ushing to help her.
  5329. "MOMMY!!!"
  5330. She's looking at me in tears and I'm here; powerless... why.. it cannot end like this...
  5331. One of the stallion is catching me and taking me away from her, others are puttiing a collar on her, she's resisting despite the pain of being entangled in that nest, trying to buck them away...Face on the ground...
  5332.  
  5333. Some kind of nurse is preparing a syringe, another one is telling me that it'll be okay I'll be into a nice place and bullshit like this. but my rage level is now filling my entire being. I'm shouting at them.
  5334.  
  5335. "...Leave her alone!"
  5336. as they keep hurting Twilight, other cops are repelling the passengers, one pony's trying to go help after Twilight before two cops are blocking them. I'm looking at them with all the hate I have for how they are treating Twilight right now, after all the things she did for me and for them...
  5337. The first beams of light of the Sun makes the scene more visible, I can feel its heat already. It's now.
  5338.  
  5339. "I SAID LEAVE HER ALONE!"
  5340. Like an explosion, a shockwave of energy throws two ponies holding me in all directions, digging a circular hole on the pavement, they're laying on the floor, maybe I killed one of them but I won't let touch me again. The nurse's lying down, drooling with the tranquilizing syringe planted in her cranium. Good riddance.
  5341. I'm watching one of the cops and shout at them
  5342.  
  5343. "You!"
  5344. I'm finally rushing after Twilight, she looks happy, and I don't know how, I casted a similar wave of energy against one of them, he's like punched out. The other one's stepping back, aims to catch a weapon on the car. I'm aiming at the car with even more energy, turning it glowing red before it explodes into a column of fire. I'm rushing towards Twilight again as the others are caught in panic and on retreat. I do not know how I did that, or even if I really did but it worked pretty good.
  5345. I don't know how resistant that wire is but I'm picking my tiara in my jaws, and use it to cut the wire, liberating Twilight. She's coughing, looking fragile and weakened, she has activated her shield around us ,sparing us from the smoke and eventual attacks from the other units around,
  5346. She did not give me up and I won't ever give her up... I'm hugging her
  5347. "Thank you babe! Let's go!"
  5348.  
  5349. We were walking together away from that place. Love and Friendship are our motto but since a while things have changed. Ponies are killing for money or any reason. Social morals and laws are taking over personal life with a pack of morals. This new world is becoming more and more scary. The police forces are now equipped with guns designed to conceal unicorns like dangerous creatures. Even if there in Ponyville, the region around Cantrlot, very traditional, rural and conservative we see things like we never could expect. One of the deputies decided for the safety of all to radically bomb the Everfree forest and every places that could gather savage life that could interfer with Equestria and the neighborhood countries. It worked for Germaneigh why not doing the same ...
  5350. Twilight's bleeding, she's trotting next to me,; she smle but what justifies an innocent mare like her to be repressed so hard like she was dangerous by the police while there are murderers out there? Celestia and Luna can control the lawmakers.
  5351.  
  5352. I can't feel my hooves, we've been walking all day in the fields and through the woods. We finally arrive in this place Twilight talked about as we were walking there for today. It's an old rocky building from the medieval era, shared between ruins, covered with roots and plants and still some parts that are intact.
  5353. This place seemed like coming out of nowhere in the middle of the woods. There's no key, we're walking in. Essential is that we're somewhere to stay.
  5354. I'm sitting there, Twilight's coming back with a pack of wood and leaves, throws it all on the fireplace..
  5355. "Diamond Tiara, would you please come in?"
  5356. I'm looking at her, even though I'm tired and cold... I kind of know what she wants. She's cuddling me.
  5357.  
  5358. "Ignite and set it on fire yourself, I want to see you doing it again"
  5359.  
  5360. Her neck was close to mine. I'm a bit weak, and we just took some rest. I'm going to do my best and find resources to find the energy I had a few hours ago...
  5361.  
  5362. Focusing, looking at the bunch of wood branches on the fireplace...Concentrating my energy..
  5363.  
  5364. "I just ... Can't do it, I'm trying so hard but it won't work. I was really pissed the last time I..."
  5365. She's looking at me with fascination
  5366. "I know. . You must find the trigger that liberates that energy inside you."
  5367. "Okay..."
  5368. I'm aiming at it. I'm keeping my eyes opened, I know if I don't ignite it we will die in the cold. We must survive, we need heat, this is combustible, it needs energy to ignite combustion. It needs photons, microwave electromagnetic energy to heat up the wood. I have this energy; magic is about controlling this energy and use the energy that is omnipresent how we want. It is vital now.
  5369.  
  5370. Then; It starts smoking which means I'm on a good way. The leaves are starting to burn first, then the shorter staff of wood, the bigger branches will burn thereafter. I started a fire with just my own energy...
  5371.  
  5372. "I'm amazed. Diamond, congratulations, I have so much to tell you about thus magic, not the kind you're going to learn in the theoretical books on this field..."
  5373. "Thank you... Twilight"
  5374. "You used to call me mommy earlier" she said with a smile, almost with tears of joy in her eyes, even though she is only seven or eight years older than me...
  5375. "Hm.Just a gag... I was scared and you ... I saw these guys putting their hooves on you, they trapped you and I could have killed them all..."
  5376. She's kissing me again
  5377. "Thank you. For everything! I think you need some rest, We had another heavy day..."
  5378. I'm looking at her... I'm about to fall, I didn't get cold, just very tired.
  5379.  
  5380. "There's a bed in this room, get in threre. I think you did a lot today with developing your energy... but I think now that you are indeed one of us."
  5381. "One of what?"
  5382. "The way you operated has everything from an unicorn. Unlike other magic creatures like Pinkie Pie, your energy can be focused and controlled with intelligence, you will need to learn a lot to control this power."
  5383.  
  5384. "Pinkie can do magic?"
  5385. "Her way, she controls a force no unicorn can control, something that is not the energy we know. Also I don't want to teach her a lot of tricks that would work with it until I completely know its nature, and her nature."
  5386. "Okay"
  5387. I'm listening to her but I'm seeing things around me getting darker. The place is getting way hotter also, and despite being very old I kind of like the ambiance.
  5388. "Diamond, you alright?"
  5389. "I'm ... I'm feeling weird."
  5390. I feel Twilight's moving me in the bed with a blanket over me. She's smelling me, observing me. I feel her snout on my belly, she's examining my heartbeat...
  5391. "You will get better don't worry... I think you got a bad cold or you used too much energy this morning, it happened to all of us..."
  5392. Then she starts singing a really cute song I never heard.. and I'm passing out... but she's here next to me.
  5393.  
  5394. "Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun....
  5395. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
  5396. Shine on you crazy diamond...
  5397. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
  5398. blown on the steel breeze.
  5399. Come on you target for faraway laughter,
  5400. come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
  5401. You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
  5402. Shine on you crazy diamond..."
  5403.  
  5404. I'm waking up.
  5405. There's Lyra talking, also Twilight, with a tremolo on her voice... Their conversation is hard to understand, my eyes are closed, too tired to open them.
  5406. Is it about me? Fluttershy is here, too. I heard her talking.
  5407. There's something wrong with me; isn't it? Am I sick or is there something more serious?
  5408.  
  5409. "Twilight? Lyra are you here?"
  5410. "Diamond!" she said, she's coming here, the view is blurry
  5411. "Ah; she's awake you see" Replied Lyra "Diamond? Ah well I gotta let you know, your blood composition has changed and your diet too. Your body has become larger but it's weaker than you could believe, so hopefully, Twilight Sparkle here has everything you need on her breasts. Plus she's got two of them so for the couple of weeks to come my advice is to stay on the bed and let Twilight being in charge of you."
  5412. "Two weeks?"
  5413. "Yeah Twi.That's how motherhood is like. I'm gonna bring you that book tomorrow, so 'til then; good afternoon!"
  5414. "Thank you Lyra!"
  5415. "No prob babe!"
  5416.  
  5417. And I'm back into being breast-fed by Twilight. Two weeks, I better get well by then.
  5418.  
  5419. I'm still a bit low but surprisingly this is working, whenever I get breastfed by Twilight I feel like I'm doing better. This sucks, and I wanted to be more independent, having already little or no freedom with Helen and now I'm on a similar kind of plan with Twilight being overprotective. Am I really in danger? I mean, I like her, I'd give my life for her and for what she's done to me...
  5420. Hmph I no longer know what to think, it's complicated.
  5421.  
  5422. This evening, I'm going a bit better anyways. I was K.O. after running from the cops. She prepared some dinner in some old and large cauldron. Actually the place is warmer than the library she used to be, there's even a room filled with a lot of books... Swords, an old kitchen, no fridge or any sign of technology.. I think she knows about it. That's totally a place designed for her. Nothing distracting, not a single noise besides the wind through the trees outside.
  5423. "Oh you're up! That's a good sign, dear!"
  5424. "I'm just looking at this place... And knowing you, why don't you live in a house like that? That's bigger than my dad's!"
  5425. "I.. It's because... I have friends in Ponyville! I know a lot who lives in places like this away from the city like, Zecora. Applejack in a way but she's with her family."
  5426. "Myself, my biggest fear is... being alone. Even if I only have one genuine friend in my life"
  5427. "Silverspoon."
  5428. "Hm"
  5429. "I think she was right on that speech, and it was cute. You have potentially awesome friends there you just need to discover that in them and show them what's in your heart."
  5430. Easy to say... I'm drinking my bowl of hot soup to warm me up.
  5431.  
  5432. "Speaking of, Zecora brought these ingredients just for you. It's full of vitamins and sugars you need. Every disease has its remedy here in the nature, it just need time to find it and observe. Your filly's metabolism restricts you to exploit your energy at its peak, that might be because you caught a cold the other day and with all these combined, I don't want you to get anemia."
  5433. "Sweetie Belle can't perform magic, either"
  5434.  
  5435. "It's not because you can that you should, you saved me and yourself, but even myself I could hardly discharge so much energy at once... You should learn your limits, step by step. I'm not saying you're really an unicorn but I think that tiara you're wearing did the job."
  5436. "My tiara?"
  5437. "It's just a theory, but it could be used as a vector."
  5438. "Oooh..."
  5439.  
  5440. The night has fallen entirely on the woods, and I'm wandering in the castle. The halls are insanely large, covered in parts by tapestries. The only ones I saw like this were while visiting Canterlot Palace, and this looks nothing comparable to it. I promised to Twilight not to go too far but it's stronger than me, I'm curious.
  5441. There's a room with a lot of dresses. Really old fashion, I'm even impressed these are still here. I really want to try one for the fun. Its owner certainly would not mind, today. . .
  5442.  
  5443. I'm arranging it, and it fits surprisingly well! It's fancy, and even with just the moon for single source of light, I can imagine how it's like, I'm bringing in the candle and ignite a larger one, to have more visibility... finally I'm looking into the mirror in the center of the room.
  5444.  
  5445. I'm both fascinated and terrified. Is that really me?
  5446. "Are you me? ...a ghost? ...schizophrenic?"
  5447.  
  5448. I'm spending a few minutes observing myself. Working on the real me, I'm not an unicorn. I'm not a kind pony and I never been. I'm not evil either. Evil can win because the kindly ones will surrender. I'm not that, I'm a fighter, I'm not kindly. I want my enemies to kneel and ask me to have mercy.
  5449.  
  5450. Twilight's observing me, I saw something moving in the darkness and hope it was not a ghost...
  5451. Was I talking out loud - I do not care. She's gonna make fun of me about that neck ruff and dress.
  5452. In before a long reading on morals and friendship.
  5453. "Diamond? Come on, let's go to bed. ... Also, you're beautiful, these renaissance clothes and your tiara goes well together!"
  5454. We're then walking to the room, she wanted to carry me on her back this time.
  5455. She's caressing me, and snuggling around me.
  5456.  
  5457. Twilight, why, what are you really expecting from a pony like me to be? I want to make my choices but I don't want to disappoint you or break your heart...
  5458.  
  5459. I'm back in my empty room. on my bed.
  5460. There's someone else behind me but I cannot see her.
  5461. I'm awake? Is it day or night? I'm home, I know it.
  5462. Helen's watching some crap on TV at full volume down here.
  5463. "Don't worry it's a nightmare, don't go there...."
  5464. I don't know who just said that, it was like; in my head. I'm in need to get up now.
  5465. Everything is in black and white and I'm feeling like a zombie full of hatred.
  5466. I'm diving down to the kitchen to get something to drink.
  5467. She's there, my supposedly mother, drunk, insulting me, mocking me again; as she does...
  5468. She's calling me a whore, plans to accuse me to have caused all the shit she has done on the living room after raiding the minibar.
  5469. She's telling me sociopaths like me will be locked into the mental institute and she'll work on that.
  5470. "Don't listen to her. Diamond... She's gone... " That voice is comforting me
  5471. She claims that she's gonna divorce and get everything since Dad's job is about fucking another one.
  5472. "Yeah I hope thats what he's doing, because you're unfuckable, Helen. Even a dragon wouldn't ra..."
  5473. She's throwing an empty bottle of booze at me, I'm trying to avoid it and it stops in the air before falling down on the table.
  5474. Déjà vu?
  5475. I'm mad. She tried to attack me, now I'm attacking her.
  5476. I jump over the table towards her direction and I'm about to punch her and there's a flash of light.
  5477. I can hear her screams for a couple of seconds then it stops.
  5478. I'm blind and everything around me is dark again as night. There's an oppressing silence now. I hear the noise of the TV again...
  5479. I'm trying to reach the stairs and go back to my room. There's something in front of me...
  5480.  
  5481. Is that Luna? I'm still crawling out of forces.
  5482. "Help me..."
  5483. She's crying, and crouching. I'm reaching her.
  5484. "It's a nightmare, stay with me, listen to me, don't listen to anything else... It's all in our heads..."
  5485. I hear something coming there, I feel cold.
  5486. "Don't look at it Diamond" she said but there I can hear Helen again. She's mad, vociferating her hatred at me. I'm holding Luna.
  5487. "YOU KILLED ME TIARA! LOOK AT ME BITCH! HAHAHA"
  5488. I'm looking behind me and I see Helen, staring at me with these empty eyes.
  5489. "YOU KILLED ME NOW"
  5490. "Diamond listen to me, you didn't do it! Don't listen to her. It's not your fault... As soon you believe it you will have remorses forever."
  5491. Helen's all around us and the hallway we're lying on is turning into red blood. The only color here. She's trying to take me apart from Luna with her mask of death on the face. I can't close my eyes,
  5492. Is this going to end?
  5493. Every memory about her are coming back, all the abuse and mental torture in the form of a nightmare, I feel it trying to penetrate me.
  5494. Dead faces everywhere; in all directions...
  5495. I'm being raped by a nightmare's altered reality, tendrils are coming out of the pool of blood, it's getting inside me and Luna, and it's painful...
  5496. "You're waking up! Now, Scream as hard as you can! Get out of here!"
  5497. I do so and scream. The echo has resonated through the bedroom and I'm back in the bed with Twilight next to me. Waking up in an emergency.
  5498.  
  5499. "Diamond! Are you okay baby?"
  5500. I'm fondling in her hooves and cry again.
  5501. "It's over.. It's over, don't worry.."
  5502.  
  5503. "Diamond, stop crying! You see, it was just a bad dream afterall!"
  5504. I'm trying to take a deep breathe.
  5505. "Come on, tell me what it was.. recount me!"
  5506. So I'm telling her everything about that dream, all these scenes in detail, and the fact a part of my brain wants to erase this from my memory. I did use magic to kill my mother in law.
  5507. "Twilight if they find out about it I won't ever be able to go back into Ponyville; they're going to kill me! Twilight, are you listening?"
  5508. She was all like, pic related as the sun was raising outside.
  5509. "I'm sorry Twilight, I'm a freak..."
  5510. "It was a bad dream, Diamond. It really was. everything will ever beeee fiiine..."
  5511. She's taking place on the bed and offer her breasts to me. As every morning, they're inflated like balloons, so I'm rushing between her legs and suckle them.
  5512. Everything feels better now. I'm enjoying it, and I think in a way she's enjoying it. Some body signs, spasms and other things cannot be hidden. Even a filly like me already know this.
  5513. I'm caressing her belly like a way to thank her.
  5514. Not saying one word she's changing her position on the bed and rolling inside me. My head's on her hip and she's kissing my belly.
  5515. It's tickling... she's licking my belly button... I... like it!
  5516. She's kissing my pussy now... I'm starting to blush a little after the memories that nightmare brought to me.
  5517. I'm pushing her away gently by crossing my legs, i'm not just into this kind of um, grooming yet.
  5518. "Hmph?"
  5519. "Twilight why are you doing this?"
  5520. She's looking embarrassed "Just wanted to cuddle you and went a bit too far..."
  5521. "It's okay just don't ...overdo it."
  5522. "Used to think that you may like it, since you know, when you meet your friend, you two are, well, ...touching ...butts, oh well i'm sorry,I'm reallly"
  5523. "Rump Bump?"
  5524. "mmyeah that thing!"
  5525. "Yeah but we're the same age, and it's just friendly, not like, gay or anything!"
  5526. "Okay I totally understand!"
  5527.  
  5528. it's about 9am. we've decided to walk together inside the castle. Twilight's keeping close to me and still don't want me to go outside. I'm feeling like going better anyways but she's always around especially to climb up stairs.
  5529.  
  5530. There's a bunch of paintings too.. things that looks like pictures taken yesterday right here. Even Twilight couldn't tell who are these ponies. I'm curious to know myself.
  5531. We're entering the old library and she finally decides to get inside all those books covered with dust, it's stronger than her and I'm laughing a little, because I know her.
  5532.  
  5533. I'm myself lost into an old atlas of the world, observing the details of the lithography that has been done to achieve this. Twilight's explaining me that she would use this office as a classroom and become my teacher from now.
  5534.  
  5535. "But what about Miss Cheerilee? That's her job isn't it?"
  5536. "I'm gonna teach you things Miss Cheerilee would never even know."
  5537. "Just for me?"
  5538. "Just for you!"
  5539. "Like, you think I will, er, I can do things like, magic?"
  5540. "Oh trust me you will."
  5541.  
  5542. I'm reading a few books and then there's music coming out from some room. She has managed to activate an old phonograph or record, but that's good to have some ambiance here.
  5543.  
  5544. I don't like this situation, I feel like locked with Twilight. Anyways I fell and could not even stand up or walk.. Exhausted. I couldn't keep my eyes open.
  5545. Twilight was scared and at the verge of tears, she managed to contain them maybe not to scare me.
  5546. "I think you've worked a lot, enough for today, I do see a lot of progress anyways."
  5547.  
  5548. She brought me back to bed immediately. Fluttershy came in for examining me with Pinkie Pie as her assistant.
  5549. "We're losing her! I need 20cc of zibrumoflavin and dextrophremadol and a defibrilator!"
  5550. She's jumping on the bed, that was random, and fun, what I actually need right now. I was totally not in the mood to laugh but together, between Fluttershy and Pinkie's natural happiness, everything was immediately better.
  5551. Okay, that's at first embarrassing but overall funny; she checks every single part of my body more or less professionally, and now Fluttershy gives her the very serious, precise and delicate task of inserting a thermometer hm.. in ... my vagina.
  5552. At first she was kind of panicked at this idea, and no idea how to proceed, holding the device with her teeth. I'm doing my best not to explode in laughter watching her expression and not move at all, breathe normally and relax. Hey she's doing it actually right, I feared for my life seeing her approaching with such a device.
  5553. "Eep...It's.... just cold!"
  5554. "Sorryyy~" she replied, with a big grin and kind of sweating, observing the display curiously. "It looks stable, 38! Congrats you don't have any fever or hypothermia."
  5555. She's removing it, pulls back the layers over me and boops my nose.
  5556.  
  5557. Conclusion, yeah I still need some rest but I'm doing better. Yay; I could trot outside at least after tomorrow or at worst before this weekend!
  5558.  
  5559. They're staying for dinner but Twilight prefers me to stay in the bedroom. Also, Spike's in there too. just in case of she'd need some help. Not a lot of news from Canterlot. Dad's still being interrogated about a lot of affairs involving notables and aristocrats at Canterlot.
  5560.  
  5561. "Celestia has appealed the decision as there are more important things the Justice should focus on. Also, they still haven't found the murderer, they suppose it was a strong male unicorn that has..."
  5562.  
  5563. Twilight told him to shut up / never talk about it here anymore. He's nice with me, brought me dinner in the room. I'd lie to take some time and talk with him, enjoying the cake Pinkie has brought in, chat a bit and know more about Twilight and her friends but he's genuinely ... hyperactive.
  5564.  
  5565. Then again, Twilight's coming next to me, with Pinkie Pie on the other side! Hee! She wanted to spend the night here, why not, the bed's large enough.
  5566. Twilght's cuddling me and Pinkie's already asleep. She really smell like a candy... if I were still hungry I'd give it a bite...
  5567.  
  5568. But time to sleep again.
  5569.  
  5570. ...Once you start, it's hard to go back to something... more regular... eep~!
  5571.  
  5572. >>16368335
  5573. It's the morning, and I spent a very good night, it's hot and comfy. It smells good and we're all snuggled in together in that large bed.
  5574. yawning and stretching...
  5575. Ah, Pinkie's awakening too.
  5576. -"Morning, Diamond!"
  5577. -"Hi! slept well?"
  5578. -"Very!"
  5579. I'm sneaking under the duvet and reach Twilight's crotch... and Pinkie's curious too.
  5580. -"Wait!!! Are you... Twilight... And... "
  5581. -"It's not what you're believing at all!"
  5582. I'm chomping a tit and start my breakfast
  5583. -"Oooh I totally forgot Twilight's got milk!"
  5584. -"You can have the other one"
  5585. She's examining the whole thing, stares at the giant boob while I'm enjoying my meal. She's poking it, licking it and giggles.
  5586. -"Aaaand... How does it tastes like?"
  5587. -"Hmph; ... go ahead and try, really!"
  5588. She's picking Twilight's left tit and begins to be delicately sucking it. I think she does enjoy it. It's a bit tasting like concentrated milk with a lot of sugar, or some milkshake... Twilight's waking up and spreading her legs as usual for me to get more comfy.
  5589.  
  5590. Then she notices something, and removes the blanket/duvet. I open the eyes and she's staring at both of us, finding Pinkie Pie suckling her tit.
  5591. She's blinking her eyes.
  5592. -"Morning Twilight!"
  5593. -"Urgh! Pinkie Pie? By Celestia, what are you doing here!?"
  5594. She's finishing and licking her lips
  5595. -"Breakfast! I'm going to prepare you a good one now right after! You're excellent you know! Ow and hope you don't mind!"
  5596. -"You..I mean we're... Okay go ahead anyways there's enough for two fillies there, and when one's full, it gives me cramps for the rest of the day."
  5597. -"Oh I'm glad you don't mind!"
  5598. Pinkie's going back at mongling her last tears as I'm still savoring the precious bodily fluids. It's even impossible for us not to notice how Twilight's aroused... with her pink bit exposed, which is more cute than actually sexual.
  5599.  
  5600. Pinkie's looking at it like with fascination, aaand.. she had, as usual; the brilliant idea to poke it, and Twilight's immediate reaction's been to cross her legs like a trap over her hoof.
  5601. -"PINKIE!"
  5602. Now Twilight's going to kill her, haha! I'm getting my head out of the bed, followed by Pinkie and we're both kissing Twilight's cheeks.
  5603. -"Yes?"
  5604. -"Urgh you..."
  5605. -"Thanks for the delicious breakfast I'm gonna prepare you something!"
  5606. Pinkie's jumping out of the bed.
  5607. -"If you could just make me a coffee that'd be perfect. Also I need to pee."
  5608. Twilight's getting out too
  5609. -"You Diamond you stay in there and if you need anything just ask."
  5610. -"Okay!"
  5611. She's getting out in a hurry. Wait, is there something between these two? Nah she's always like this.
  5612.  
  5613. After a while she's bringing in some books. Pinkie asked eventually
  5614. -"So why exactly did you wanted me to stay with you?"
  5615. -"Well I'm having Diamond as a homeschooled student and I thought about you Pinkie, wanted to know if also, eventually you'd like to get deeper with your skills"
  5616. -"Liiike... you're starting some kind of magic school for gifted ponies?"
  5617. -"That's right in a sense, you may call it like this. Rarity and others are quite busy these days, so since you've got a couple of days off, I thought you'd like to join us."
  5618. -"sure"
  5619.  
  5620. Twilight also thinks that Pinkie Pie has some kind of gift. She always knew since forever that in a sense, she would be in conflict with her. Pinkie is chaotic and empirical, Twilight is cartesian and need everything organized. Pinkie is very spiritual, Twilight definitively not and wants an answer to every single thing she does not understand and what she wants to know concerns Pinkie.
  5621. We're learning the basics of energy, what's giving us all powers, more or less and how to control or sense it. It's interesting and I never really seen Pinkie getting so focused on something until today.
  5622.  
  5623. They're working a bit together and she kind of put the hoof on something as I'm having some rest.
  5624. They're playing with one of my toys, a little stuffed critter. Twilight's trying to use her levitation spell on it, and pinkie makes it fall. she's struggling with it. Nails are being ejected from the wooden floor like bullets through the roof.
  5625. "That bear can't weight more than ten tonnes per cube centimetres"
  5626. "He looks kind of stuffed."
  5627. "Pinkie tell me your secrets!" she said, shaking, barely standing on her hooves after obviously giving all she's got on that little but crazy experience with Pinkie.
  5628. "You're an unicorn, the most skilled of Equestria and the boundaries of your magic that influences chemistry, life, and charge are within electromagnetism and barely electroweak forces if you're gifted, it requires you insane amounts of energy and as Swarstirl the Neckbeard said, you must use the force. I don't use any force to like; climb or move something, just be influent on the gravitational waves that are all around here, when i want them to be, and also feel what will come around, since the past and future are resonating and leaves marks there. Celestia and Luna doesn't really raise and lower the cosmic objects we're standing on bit if they would be like me they would make the Sun orbit the world. but that's a heavy task to manage that all day. and now you're going to faint."
  5629. Twilight felt on the floor
  5630. "Didn't you meant ...'where' you want them to be?"
  5631. She's smiling at me.
  5632. "We gotta discuss about it later, but I gotta go now, so take care of yourselves and keep studying, you're cute together!"
  5633. "Bye and thank you Pinkie!"
  5634.  
  5635. Altough being fun and cute this is totally not the life i expected. Certainly not with Twilight as a mother now. I realize that in a sense it's nothing. I'm standing there in the large living room looking at the sky through the window. I like the ambiance here and the mood i can give to any situation. If she wanted to get this role it's her choice, it's not like I had any real or serious option. She's reading, as usual. I'm on a desk with a bunch of drawing stuff. I'm gonna ask her some stuff anyways.
  5636.  
  5637. -"Mother?"
  5638. -"...Y. Yes, D.. Diamond?"
  5639.  
  5640. -"Do you think if Celestia grants us a shining Sun, perhaps could go and have a walk outside tomorrow?"
  5641. -"Well, Daugh, Diamond, You're like; you didn't had any stroke, or fell KO today and if it's you who...Yes! Sure why not?"
  5642. The stress and effect caused by the way I'm addressing her detectable in her voice was fun. I just called her mother, like that.. nothing much.
  5643. -"It is fair, that would be quite a delightful moment we could share together!"
  5644.  
  5645. -"Diamond, I'm going to take a bath, would you like to join me?"
  5646. -"I'd be pleased to!"
  5647. I totally ignored there was even anything like hot water on the bathroom but i figured out, there's a stove there that's also heats up water, perfect! It's almost too hot in there.
  5648. I'm getting undressed and leave these very retro-ish clothes in the room for the rest of the day, and join Twilight on the tub. It's actually quite relaxing, there's enough room for both of us in there. She's cleaning my tail with shampoo delicately; same about my fur as I rest on her belly. Then she's cleaning my ears, and everything else and I'm just relaxing. that fresh scent and everything, from the old record that's playing in the living room, the light, her eyes and heartbeat. Why is she doing all that for me?
  5649.  
  5650. I'll have to discuss that tomorrow.
  5651. "Once we're out, I'd like to arrange your manecut, if you don't mind..."
  5652. "Alright mom! That's a good idea!"
  5653. You should try something else ,yourself.
  5654.  
  5655. She's been knitting me for about one hour now. I'm expecting to look like her now. Or something rather unexpected. Non curly mane, straight, dressed on one side. I can barely tell who's in the mirror right now.
  5656. "It's amazing... Raity and other hairdressers kept doing the same brushing for years and ... Woah! Thanks, er."
  5657. I don't know if I look younger there. That's a bit scary when I think about it.What will other think about it? I really do look like a bad girl now, in the sense, gothic completely and Twilight's got something that's actually similar.
  5658. "I take it you like it."
  5659. "Yeah!"
  5660.  
  5661. A part or something inside me keeps screaming 'It's too late Diamond, come back to reality she's taking over you!'
  5662.  
  5663. We finished dinner and she's putting some wood on the fireplace. I'm taking dishes and plates away. Also there's this song playing in the living room
  5664. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHiP3_-N0Vc
  5665.  
  5666. -"Mom, I'd like to know..."
  5667. -"Yes darlin?"
  5668. -"What do you expect from me?"
  5669. -"What do you mean?"
  5670. -"Imagine if I were really and biologiclaly speaking your daughter, what would you expect from me to become?"
  5671. She's remaining silent for a while.
  5672. -"You. You're just beautiful the way you are, granted I'm trying to make you become more friendly with othes, but I'm fighting against your own nature. I don't know why but I feel like, I need to protect you and let you find yourself, and..."
  5673. She's about to cry again... Quick don't stay here
  5674. -"Mom it's okay, without you I wouldn't be here"
  5675. She's hugging me so hard I can't breathe, and I want her to know she's loved. Really. Even if it had to stop right immediately these moments we had together these past days are worth every second of it and I'm going to fight for every pony to spend moments like that.
  5676.  
  5677. The next day, we're finally getting prepared and decided to get outside. It's a bit grayish but not too windy or anything. She told me to go walk outside while she's getting ready.
  5678.  
  5679. I'm waiting for her, breating fresh air never been so good! I began to walk. There's still some fog, i don't care, it'll be gone in a few minutes at this hour.,, and right in front of me something appears.
  5680.  
  5681. Like a ghost. there, in the middle of the forest. I hope it's not another nightmare because it looks real.
  5682. It's a nightmare or what? It's her, Twilight. In armor.
  5683. "Wow. That's ...very intimidating!"
  5684. The black color and structure is the one of a Princess. that's not something she has found here, it's hers. It's the royal tactical armor of a Princess in Equestria, I'm impressed she brought it out today, there should be a ceremony and official stuffs for that, I even think it counts as some declaration of war to just wear such a thing... Why did she put that on this morning?
  5685.  
  5686. "Diamond Tiara! I want you now to show me what you've learned. Let's fight."
  5687. "...Ha? This morning, right now?"
  5688. She's crazy. And she looks ferocious today..I'm almost shitting bricks looking at this dark, robotic figure standing in front of me...
  5689. "If you don't succeed today, I'll be obliged to destroy you to ensure the secrets you've been taught will remain sealed forever. You will have to prove me what you are, no weakness shall be tolerated."
  5690.  
  5691. I'm not saying one word. It was way too cute, there, in the middle of nowhere that was obvious, she might have done that multiple times before... I want to scream so hard right now I'm gonna show her. Concentration. Control my force. Shield up. Now analyzing my enemy; she's calm, and she's charged, she's scanning me. I'm going to raise another shield to neutralize her observations. breathing; I close my eyes and see the truth, this is just a magic trick, the real Twilight is right behind me. I'm gonna see if she likes a wall of fire...
  5692.  
  5693. She's fast, she can teleport but she never really expected this. I'm running too, randomly so she cannot know where I'll be.I also send a blastwave like I did the other day. I'm not tired at all, in fact I enjoy this, running after her, hiding behind the trees. Jumping and galloping. Cutting trees in half, setting bushes on fire, one of us will be hurt or even dead or handicapped today playing that but I don't care.
  5694.  
  5695. I must not think, if I do she'll sense me and my position. Brainwaves can travel on dozen of metres. I'm doing really better now and she don't know that place. I'm gonna use these trees like missiles. She fragments them and sends them back into a thousand of sharp shards, transforming the other trees into hedgehogs, killing a squirrel and a bird that was wandering there innocently. One of these went through my shoulder, I didn't even felt it.
  5696. This! I'm gonna use the energy available in the forest and try to perform a spell that's gonna stop her and win. I'm not an unicorn and my energy's not concentrated. But it works the same and I'm going to try this one. it's
  5697. "Chaos IV the scream of the wolf? Really?" - Twilight said. She can feel it. I must not think it and do something else, just apply it.
  5698. There's something coming out of the ground, I run. wait, attack, run. rush in. attack. hide. advance. hide. attack , attack, attack out of rage, everything in her direction is white... I should stop.
  5699.  
  5700. She stopped moving, she's on the ground, out of luck I probably hit her before she ever had the time to fight back, my game was really unfair and she gave me the hint to be unpredictable, compensating my relatively weak magic force.
  5701. Is she faking it? I'm impressed myself, really if I managed to do this. I'm impressed and scared. I'm approaching her, since I didn't saw what I've performed as attack. She's breathing and looks like she's hurt. I'm watching her.
  5702. "I won..."
  5703. "..."
  5704. "Are you hurt? Come on Twilight let me help you we need to get back home..."
  5705.  
  5706. Twilight's finally getting back up. I'm helping her like I can.
  5707. "I underestimated you"
  5708. "I...I'm ..."
  5709. "You summoned that beam of fire... a completely unexpected way. I'm glad you used this spell against me, now I really know how it's like. ..Are ..Are you bleeding?"
  5710. "Why did we suddenly went into a fight today? I... I actually peed myself when you threw back the wood logs!"
  5711. "Life is full of things that happens when you never expect them, with this exercise I now know you're ready to defend yourself and not burn all your energy."
  5712. She's getting up, panting, her leg looks wounded.
  5713. "That's enough for today, come over and breathe I need to disinfect this wound before it gets serious."
  5714. She's putting her horn on my shoulder and she's healing it in a few seconds.
  5715. "Thank you, I'm feeling a bit exhausted, what if we're walking a bit on the forest now to change?"
  5716. She's looking at me in her black armor. It still remains impressive to see Twilight on it. She's smiling genuinely.
  5717. Later we're in front of a river, dominating a valley a few miles from Ponyville. She's cleaning the little wounds she had earlier. I'm following her and we're having a drink together.
  5718.  
  5719. "Promise me one thing, Diamond."
  5720. "Yes Mom?"
  5721. "I want you to keep this a secret. What I taught you about these attacks are reserved for a few priviledged unicorns and should be only transmitted to other unicorns, and not even written. I..."
  5722. She's looking at me, then at her reflection in the water
  5723. "I'm not sure if I'll ever get a child of my own so in case of, I want you to keep this knowledge and the rules that goes with it, and this is also something I want you to promise me. That never, ever you will use this kind of magic for just your own profits, but only if it's necessary, if you or your friends or family or others are in danger, you will use it to defend yourself."
  5724.  
  5725. I'm scared, that will be a huge task, there are so many idiots I'd zap out of rage sometimes...
  5726. "I promise."
  5727.  
  5728. but hey, it's not gonna be easy.
  5729.  
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