Twilight and Pinkie's Diaper Adventure

With Pinkie Pie in her diaper and her friends currently residing in her stomach, Twilight was the only pony who kept silent. Pinkie Pie was jumping around at random in the diaper, feeling the soft fabric of it on her soft pink coat. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash’s voices were both were slowly being muffled as they started the process of exiting the comfort of Twilight’s stomach walls, and into the next stage of their digestion. She didn’t like the how it felt, but she knew it would cease some questions.

Though, Twilight herself had an important question she had to answer; How was she going to swallow Rarity?

She knew there were going to be two problems with trying to swallow down Rarity.

The first and obvious problem was her germaphobic attitude. Twilight knew that Rarity was too posh and too clean to even want to be eaten alive. Any attempts of doing so would cause Rarity to resist being eaten. But then, Twilight remembered when nopony ever struggled to get themselves free from her mouth because there was barely anything they could do to resist. She also knew that Rarity was not exactly going to like the last stage after she was digested. Therefore, to solve this problem, Twilight concluded she would have to be stealthy about this job, and that there was going to be no way to talk her into it.

The second problem was what would happen if Rarity happened to resist while she was being eaten. Rarity’s horn always presented itself to danger, whether it was either a helium-filled balloon or somepony’s flesh. If Rarity happened to struggle while she was inside Twilight’s mouth, then her horn would cause a choking hazard, piercing her esophagus like a spear and would remain stuck until the puncture would cause Twilight to roll over and...

Twilight shook her head, dissolving those awful images away from her head.

The mare rubbed her head with her hoof and began to formulate her ideas of how to catch Rarity in her mouth with stealth. A room shrouded in darkness was a great boon for ponies to sneak around, but Twilight also needed a flat surface for her to perform her plan perfectly. In her head, Twilight listed all of the rooms in the Carousel Boutique that had little or no lighting but had enough space to fit two or more ponies. All she came up with was a closet, the bathroom, and the basement which Rarity declared to be off-limits to employees only. So the basement was the first option to toss away.

Twilight evaluated all of the rooms with a flat surface. The closet was good enough to fit a few ponies inside, but never contained any flat surface to help swallow down Rarity. Plus, though it could fit two ponies or so, they would be cramped with whatever was possibly in there. That just left the bathroom. Of course, Twilight had never went into Rarity’s bathroom in all the time she visited her in the boutique, but this was an opportune moment for her to inspect it. It was a chance to get a better idea of how to go about this.

Her conclusion was thought over, and decided, as soon as Twilight made it into the Carousel Boutique, Ponyville’s premiere dress shop. The front door stood open, just asking for anypony to come in for a little business. As Twilight went inside the boutique, she spotted Rarity in the back of the room, finishing up with a dress she had been working on for the past couple of hours.

“Hi, Rarity.” Twilight said shyly, feeling a tiny bit of guilt for what she was about to do.

Rarity quickly turned around to face her fellow unicorn friend, also not seeing her bulging stomach or her fluffy white diaper because of the dimness of the room. The pegasi seemed to be setting up some dark clouds for a morning shower. Twilight thanked Celestia for her luck, Rarity didn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, good morning, Twilight. To what do I owe this pleasure of this unexpected visit?” She happily remarked.

“Nothing much, Rarity-” She lied, her face slightly showing it “-I just came by to see how you’ve been doing these past few days”

“Oh, I’ve been doing marvelous, Twilight. Simply marvelous,” Rarity declared. “Why, Sweetie Belle is off today crusading with her friends and I’ve been experimenting on dresses with designs from the early Prench-era. Mmm-hmm-hmm, I can already taste the success in reviving these splendid designs, can’t you?”

“I sure can,” Twilight replied. “Hey, is it okay if I can use for bathroom for a quick moment?”

“But of course. The bathroom is upstairs, third door to the right.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

Twilight turned and trotted up to Rarity’s bathroom, third door on the right as she said. She inspected the bathroom. It was magnificent, like the dress-making pony herself. It was very large, it had custom towels with Rarity’s initials, a silk bathrobe hung from the door, and the bathtub looked more like a swimming pool. Twilight shook her head, shaking away the awe she was in, the mare had to remember what she was here for. The only flat surfaces in the room were the floor, and her marble vanity, big enough for a pony to lay on. Perched above the golden sink was a mirror that opened and closed, as well as a medicinal cabinet on the wall, which was locked to prevent Sweetie Belle from getting her little hooves on some of the pills and medications it held.

Perfect.

Twilight recalled hearing about Rarity keeping her face cream and her blemish cream behind the mirror. If Twilight could lure her posh friend up to the bathroom to gain access to the cabinet, she could bump the lights and devour Rarity before she would even know what was going on. But Twilight had to question; how was she going to convince Rarity that she needed the cream in the first place? She couldn’t say something that seemed out of character, or suspicious, she had to say something Rarity would believe. With a nod, she had a idea, and both reluctantly but also ready, Twilight trotted downstairs. There, she saw Rarity add in the finishing touches to her dress, beaming with self-pride. The purple unicorn made sure to stick to the shadows, wanting to be sure that her luck continued.

Twilight cleared her throat, very quietly, and she went on to ask, “Hey, Rarity? Being in the bathroom, I remembered something. Do you think I could have some of that facial cream? Spike’s scales get really dry on his face, and he’s been complaining about it so much lately”. This was something the regular Twilight would ask. She started to miss that regular Twilight, but now Pinkie had her going on a rampage. She knew that most of the time, she was very caring for her friends, so asking to help her assistant was very believeable, as well as something Rarity would care greatly about.

Rarity turned with a gasp “My Spikey-wikey? And his delicate face!” she immediately turned from her work and headed right up the stairs. She passed right by Twilight, and she began to follow and pursue “The poor thing! All the fashion emergencies that can happen with a dry face! It’s no problem darling, you can take the whole bottle. I have plenty more!”

Rarity raced up the stairs, very concerned about her young dragon fan, and not Twilight’s loud thumping up the stairs from all her extra weight. She followed Rarity into the bathroom, watching as she attempted to find the secret key to her cabinet on the vanity. Backing up gently to the light switch, Twilight switched it with her tail, making it look as if she did it by mistake. With a sudden click of the switch, the room fell into complete darkness.

This was a perfect opportunity to devour Rarity.

“AAAH! Twilight!” she yelped at the sudden darkness.

“Oops. Sorry, Rarity,” Twilight apologized slyly. “I’ll have them back on right now.”

“I hope you do,” Rarity replied. “I can’t find this key if I can’t see anythi-MMPH!!”

Rarity’s voice was muffled by the fleshy walls of Twilight’s gaping maw stuffing the unicorn’s head in. Using a night vision spell and tilting her head at a downwards angle using the sink, Twilight engulfed Rarity’s head in her mouth, especially careful because of her horn attached to her forehead. Rarity tried to wriggle and squirm her way out of Twilight’s maw, but was helpless to do so as her front hooves were pulled into the mouth as well.

Twilight carefully swallowed Rarity inch by inch, a bulge slowly traveling down her esophagus and into her overstuffed stomach. Rarity’s tail was tricky to swallow at first due to it being extremely curly. As soon as the tail reached past Twilight’s lips, the unicorn tilted her head, dropping her alabaster friend into her stomach, therefore expanding the stomach yet again. She turned off her silencing spell inside of her stomach and listened in on everypony’s reaction.

“Rarity!? Ugh, not you too!” Rainbow Dash yelled from deeper inside the ‘egghead’s’ system.

“Oh, hello, Rarity. Did Twilight convince you to be eaten also?” Fluttershy asked wondrously, her fate soon to follow Rainbow’s.

At first, Rarity said nothing.

Then she began to whimper, traumatized by what she had just experienced first hoof. She experienced what it was like, being a small little animal stuffed down the belly of a ferocious dragon. “Did... did... did Twilight just... eat me?” Rarity whimpered.

“Yep. She did,” Rainbow Dash answered flatly.

“Isn’t this lovely?” Fluttershy asked. “It’s like getting a cramped, humid but warm ride with somepony else. Nature is so fascinating that way.”

Rarity gasped, her eye twitching with shock as she slumped against the undulating walls of Twilight’s stomach. “I was eaten by Twilight,” she ranted to herself. “Twilight just ate me alive! Oh, my heavens, this is just so unsanitary! Of all the worst possible things to happen, this has got to be... THE! WORST! POSSIBLE! THING!”

Twilight rolled her eyes and smugly smiled, turning the silencing spell inside of her stomach walls again. With her belly jiggling like a plate of gelatin, Twilight trotted downstairs, turning off all of the lights in the boutique and locking the door behind her as she left. She knew that her friends would have a load of questions for her later, but that didn’t matter now, since she was on her way to Sweet Apple Acres.

The last of her friends she would have to consume was Applejack.

After Twilight would eat her, then they would have to wait until they were all fit snug, cozy (and quite possibly, smelly) inside of her diaper. As she trotted down the streets of Ponyville, held down by the increasing mass in her stomach, Twilight wondered about that strange sensation she felt when she was devouring Rarity.

It wasn’t like the time when Rainbow Dash unwillingly became her first meal, or when Fluttershy volunteered to be eaten. No, this was like she was enjoying this sort of thing for herself. It was like a pleasurable sensation, feeling a full-grown pony slide down her throat with not so much as the gentlest of ease, but arguably the most pleasurable.

Was that so wrong for her to even think about it like that?

Did she even enjoying swallowing a pony alive?

Twilight would know in the near future, since she had one victim left.