Rainbow's Curse

“Wakey~wakey~.”

Rainbow Dash managed not to jump up and hit her head this time, instead just sitting up a bit and grimacing at the squish she felt beneath her hindquarters as Trixie loomed over the crib With her libido sated, at least for the moment, the ‘ick’ factor was kicking in at full strength and she wrinkled her nose at the smell which had permeated the room.

Trixie’s horn glowed, and the pacifier in Rainbow’s mouth returned to a more normal size, at least relatively speaking. “Did you have a nice ‘nap’, Rainbow Spla-”

“Cu’ i’ ou wiffda stupid nickname!” Rainbow Dash groaned, glaring through the bars. “An’ wemme oudda hewe. I need ah chawnge.”

“How dare you interrupt me?” Trixie demanded, eyes narrowing in rage. She calmed herself with deep breaths, and shook her head. “No, no… If you want a change, I suppose I should oblige you.” Her eyes flashed, a wicked grin pulling up the corners of her mouth.

As Trixie lowered the side of the crib to let Rainbow Dash out, the pegasus finally realized why Trixie was so amused. She blanched a bit: There was no chance that Trixie would hold back on the spanking. Still, though… She wanted to get cleaned up, and it wasn’t like delaying would make Trixie go easier on her. Chewing the pacifier for a moment, Rainbow Dash nodded, trying to avoid eye contact with Trixie.

“Yeth, pweath…” She muttered, sulking a bit. Even without the prerequisite spanking she didn’t look forward to the return of the pins-and-needles tingling of a dry diaper, but she had a nagging reminder in the back of her head that staying in a dirty diaper for too long would have some uncomfortable side effects long-term.

Trixie grinned wickedly at Rainbow’s request, and as her horn began to glow. A stool slid up behind Trixie, giving her something to sit down on, Rainbow’s pacifier tumbled out of her mouth as the magic pulled it away, and a manebrush floated menacingly above Trixie’s horn as the unicorn sat, patting one knee and beaming with ever so slightly sadistic glee at her captive’s expression.

“D-do you really need the paddle?” Rainbow asked, moving her tongue over her teeth as the dry-mouth of not having a pacifier set in. She took a step back cautiously, not sure if she was willing to go through with the spanking after all.

“Nope,” Trixie said, her horn glowing a bit more, picking Rainbow Dash up bodily with a glow of magic and lifting her over, dropping the pegasus with little care for being gentle. “That’s just for fun.”

The magic kicking in made Rainbow Dash whimper and cross her legs as her bladder filled and then burst empty into the overfull diaper. It hardly made a difference at that point, but it still made her blush more heavily than ever. Embarrassment became a secondary concern a moment later, as Trixie floated the brush into her hoof and brought the back of it down in a sudden, thunderous strike.

The diaper was thick, sure, and it was full enough that there was quite a bit of mass between the improvised paddle and Rainbow’s flanks, but Trixie hit hard. Rainbow Dash cried out, yelping in pain. She wriggled on Trixie’s lap, but all Trixie did was smirk and hold her down with yet more magic, making her spasm a little as the diaper grew ever so slightly  wetter.

“Stop struggling,” Trixie advised, though she sounded like she didn’t much care as she brought the paddle down even harder than before, making Rainbow Dash yelp and squirm. “If you should fall off Trixie’s magnificent lap, you’ll have to start all over, and we’d hate for that to happen, wouldn’t we?”

Rainbow felt her eyes go wide as she realized the implied threat, and she quickly stammered, “N-no, please, I’ll stop!” That proved hard to do, though, as another hard spank came down and smooshed the lion’s share of her diaper’s contents against her flanks and between her thighs. Rainbow was physically exhausted from her little exercise that morning, but even so she felt a slight tingle of pleasure starting to burn underneath the pain and embarrassment all coming from her diaper.

“Sure, whatever you say,” Trixie said, wrinkling her nose as the paddle came down again. “Though, it seems unfair for you to have Trixie do all this work to clean up your repulsive behind without so much as a thank-you.”

Rainbow Dash blinked, realizing that the spanking had momentarily stopped. Her flanks were grateful for the reprieve, since she could only take so much of a beating before she broke down into real tears and that wasn’t something that Rainbow Daring, Danger, Diaper Dash would do. She wriggled a bit, the pleasant feeling of the mucky load in her diaper providing a little comfort, as she wondered what was taking Trixie so long.

“Uh… What’s up?” Rainbow Dash asked, after another second went by.

The eye-roll was nearly audible as Trixie said, “If you aren’t going to be grateful, then the Great and Powerful Trixie has much better things to be doing.”

“N-no!” Rainbow yelped. Even as nice as her full diaper felt, she knew that she needed a change… didn’t she? “Th-thank you, Trixie!”

“And what are you saying ‘Thank you’ for?”

Chewing her lip, wishing that the dry-mouth feeling would go away for a moment, Rainbow Dash blushed a bit and swallowed what remained of her pride.

“Thank you for spanking me so you can change my dirty diaper, Trixie…” She did her best not to groan in frustration at the words, sure that such a noise would render the thank you moot.

“That’s better,” Trixie said. A moment went by, long enough for Dash to wonder what was taking Trixie so long, and then without warning the spanking kicked into high gear.

As it slightly turns out, Rainbow Daring Danger slightly Diaper Drawn-out-middle-name Dash would cry, in front of Trixie no less. While it was impossible to see Rainbow Dash’s backside beneath the diaper and its stinky contents, if anypony with X-ray vision had been walking by, they’d have seen her blue behind gradually shifting into a pink and then a glowing red as the spankings continued, first ten, then twenty, and then Dashie lost count. It was somewhere in what felt like it had to be the hundreds, (Though it was more likely to be thirty or forty hard spanks,) that Rainbow’s watery eyes first shed a tear, and once the first one was out, it wasn’t much longer before she burst out into loud, foalish sobs.

Trixie, however, wasn’t going to give in just yet. She was enjoying this too much to quit just because her captive was sobbing like a newborn. Instead of letting up, she just paused for a moment to give Rainbow’s diaper a squeeze with her magic, making the pegasus squirm a little as she continued to cry, and making the lock on the plastic pants ‘Snap’ loudly as the clicked back on.

“Oh,” Trixie said, her voice deadpan and totally devoid of sympathy. “Oh my, I am so very sorry. It looks like I’ll have to start all over.”

Rainbow Dash barely heard Trixie over her own whimpers, but it registered that the spanking would need to keep going. Eyes jammed shut to try and at least slow down the tears, though it didn’t accomplish all too much.

By the time the spanking was done, the redness of Rainbow’s flanks was starting to show around the edges of the diaper, and she was starting to get dehydrated from all the crying. Trixie finally decided it was time to let up, mainly because her arm was getting tired, but let up she did.

A few moments went by as Rainbow Dash tried to gather herself. Wiping her nose, she started to turn to Trixie. Still feeling a bit vindictive, Trixie gave Rainbow Dash one last spank, making Dashie yelp and start crying again for another few moments. Then, without using magic, she unceremoniously pushed Rainbow Dash off her lap. “The great and powerful Trixie doesn’t want to carry you, and using my incredible magic would be foolish,” she said, getting to her hooves and wiping off her lap. “Unless you changed your mind,” she punned, “I suggest you climb up yourself.”

Blinking away tears, Rainbow Dash sniffled a bit but obeyed. She wasn’t about to let all that punishment to her backside go to waste. Climbing up on the changing table was a challenge, trying to use her wings was awkward and unresponsive, and physically climbing was difficult with a heavy load weighing down her backside, but she managed it after a moment. Rolling onto her back, she waited for Trixie to get the job done.

Smirking, Trixie approached the changing table and popped off the pink plastic pants wrapped around Rainbow’s diaper. It had been the only thing keeping the smushed and mangled diaper in any kind of shape, and as soon as the plastic pants were gone the battered padding immediately gave up the fight and practically fell apart. The tapes steadfastly held in place, what with the magic keeping them there, but the diaper would be about as effective at holding in an accident as a bucket with some holes punched in the bottom.

A quick spell to keep the smell away from her, and Trixie grabbed a tube of foal powder and wipes from beneath the changing table. Before she started, though, she stepped aside and her horn glowed for just a second.

“What was tha-” Rainbow Dash asked, leaning up a bit to look down and try and see what the magic had been. She was met with the bright flash of a camera taking a picture, the lens hidden somewhere across the room, but judging by the location of the flash somewhere at perfect angle to see her dirty diaper beneath the pointlessly short pink skirt of the dress. And, at the perfect angle to see Rainbow Dash’s face, looking almost straight at it after leaning up a bit. Rainbow blanched, and Trixie cackled with laughter.

“We wouldn’t want to be forgetting this, would we?” The unicorn asked, as she popped off the diaper’s tabs with a quick wave of magic. “Now, Trixie can show the pictures to everypony if you start causing trouble.”

Rainbow Dash gulped, and then the smell hit her. Even Trixie recoiled, despite the glow of magic around her nose muting the smell. As much as The Great and Powerful Trixie wanted to gloat, she moved quickly past the clean-up stage of the diaper change. Then came the foal powder, which had clearly been chosen for the odor:

Jeez, that smells about as perfumed as… Uh, a really strong perfume, Rainbow Dash thought, eloquently crafting a metaphor. Still, while the foal powder smell was a little embarrassing, it was still better than a dirty diaper smell.

Then, came the diaper. Trixie clearly wasn’t going for discretion or subtlety here: The garment she produced from beneath the changing table was easily as thick as two of the old diapers, with the lightning-bolt cutie mark on the crotch at least twenty percent larger and the padding around the crotch exponentially wider. Rainbow Dash blinked for a few moments, and then in spite of everything that had happened to her already, still found a little motivation to blush.

“I-is that really necessary?” She asked, closing her legs slightly in an attempt to keep the humongous diaper off for a moment.

Grinning, Trixie said, “The last diaper barely held together with the help of your plastic pants,” She explained, a wicked gleam of bemusement in her eyes. “Trixie wouldn’t want you to leak, after all.”

Not giving room for another complaint, she pushed Rainbow’s legs apart and slid the diaper into place. It took a bit of effort to get it just right, the extra bulk and padding making it a difficult process to tape the diaper into place properly, but Trixie got it after a moment.

Rainbow Dash quickly figured out why the padding around the crotch had been bulked out a bit: Once the diaper was in place, closing her legs even slightly became totally impossible. At the best, she could get them into a wide V shape, but walking would be out of the question as long as she was wearing one of Trixie’s diapers. The padding felt a bit firm at the crotch as she sat up, a awkward lump where Rainbow was expecting there to be soft, cushy diaper, but Dashie chalked that up to the fact that diapers clearly weren’t supposed to be that thick. Before she could ponder it long, though, the pins-and-needles feeling returned, and any lumpiness in the padding vanished from her perception.

“Now,” Trixie said, smiling widely and stepping to the side a bit. “Smile!”

Eyes going wide, Rainbow Dash didn’t have time to do much more than look at Trixie for a second in shock before the blinding light of the camera flash hit her again.

“Wouldn’t want to miss a second of this,” Trixie said, smiling at Rainbow’s deep blush as she raised a wing to cover her face. “Don’t be stupid, Lame-bow Dash,” she added, rolling her eyes. “The camera has already taken a photograph. Hiding your face just makes you look foolish…” She stopped for a second, considering it. “Actually, keep doing it, it fits you perfectly. Do you want something to eat?”

The non-sequitur took Rainbow a second to respond to. “Uh...Yes!” She said, nodding quickly as her stomach caught up and grumbled loudly. It had been quite a while since her last meal, and magic enhancement or no, using her diaper that much had left her pretty much empty.

“Excellent,” Trixie said. “Follow Trixie, and you can have breakfast.”

Hopping down from the changing table wasn’t too difficult, but once on the ground Rainbow Dash quickly realized her only mode of transportation would be to crawl. Her hind legs were splayed far too wide for anything else. Trixie seemed to know this, too, as the unicorn walked very slowly and looked over her shoulder a few times with a wide grin at Rainbow’s waggling behind, padding waving in the air as she tried to crawl as quickly as possible.

Once in the hallway, though, Rainbow Dash saw something, and despite everything, a streak of hope went through her. The door they had come through was almost dead in the middle of a wide hall. To the right, where Trixie was leading, a bathroom was on the far end, but before that the hallway opened up into an open room plan, a small kitchen on one side and a smaller living room on the other. Across from Rainbow’s nursery, a shut door, probably Trixie’s bedroom. But the other way, another door was at the end of the hall.

A door.

A door with a mail slot.

Trying to hide her smile wasn’t hard, Rainbow just had to think about her badly stinging flanks, but it was hope. A mail slot meant the door went to the outdoors. If she could just get away for a second, Rainbow Dash would be a home-free pony.

Then, they were in the kitchen. Even though crawling was slow, embarrassing, and displayed her over-thick diaper as well as a news crew could, the trip hadn’t exactly been long, and once there Trixie lifted Rainbow Dash into a high chair. No magic was needed, the chair was already high, had a tray, and was just the right size for a technicolor pegasus. There was still a click as the tray locked into place, but at the very least Rainbow’s arms were actually free, rather than pinned to her waist by the tray.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” Rainbow Dash asked, her stomach groaning loudly again as she tried to get comfortable in the high chair. The puffy padding of the diaper crinkled loudly and made sitting still difficult, so she kept wriggling and squirming as Trixie crossed to a cupboard, retrieving a jar of filly food.

“Strained peas,” Trixie said. Rainbow Dash gulped. “Do you prefer your formula cold or warm?”

“Cold,” Rainbow replied automatically, she could almost pretend it was milk when it was cold.

“Perfect,” Trixie said, retrieving a bottle of formula from the fridge and putting it on a hot plate. Her horn glowing with purple-blue magic as she floated the filly food over to Rainbow Dash, she smirked. “Open wide!”

Rainbow Dash knew the game at this point. If she opened her mouth to complain, a spoon of food would get jammed in her mouth and she’d have to swallow. But… A plan was forming.

“That sounds gross! Isn’t the- Glurp!” Rainbow made a swallowing noise, as the filly food was spooned into her mouth, making a bit of a mess around her face in the process. As she had suspected, strained peas tasted like puke, but that wasn’t an issue at the moment. She could deal with it, for a moment. “Ew!” She complained over a mouthful of food, wiping her mouth with a hoof. “Come on, plea-” She said, getting another mouthful of filly food. It was gross, too, but Trixie was enjoying herself plenty, which was perfect.

Before another spoonful could come in, Rainbow Dash’s trap sprung: She spat out the food, straight at Trixie’s face, making a raspberry as she did so. Trixie wanted an unruly foal? She’d get an unruly foal. Trixie spluttered and staggered back, giving Rainbow Dash the opening she needed to snatch the jar away, quickly getting what she needed and then tossing it to the floor. It shattered with a satisfying tinkle of broken glass (Well, it broke into a couple of pieces, not a lot, and it was really just plastic made to resemble glass,), and Rainbow Dash slid her hooves under the tray of the changing table and watched the show.

Trixie screamed in frustration, wiping filly food out of her eyes and glaring daggers at Rainbow Dash, who was smirking happily in her seat. Then, as she took a step forward, Trixie’s hoof slipped in the filly food on the floor and she went to the ground.

Coming back up, her mane a mess and filly food smeared everywhere, Trixie narrowed her eyes at Rainbow Dash with a cold fury that would have curdled milk.

Rainbow Dash stuck out her tongue and blew another raspberry. “Hah hah,” she teased. “You’re really bad at this.” Aggravating Trixie wasn’t part of the plan, it was just fun.

Of course, making someone angry when they’re in total control of the situation at hand isn’t always a good idea. Trixie stomped heavily to the cupboard, produced a large bowl, and then came out half a dozen jars of filly food in various flavors, all encasing in a blue glow of magic. One after another they all got dumped into the bowl: Carrots, more peas, peaches, banana, sweet potato, and asparagus. They all went in, and then came out a spoon to stir it all together.

“So Rainbow Splash wants to make a fuss?” Trixie growled, whirling back to Rainbow Dash with a snarl. “We’ll see how much fun you can have with this.”

Realizing her mistake, Rainbow gulped a bit. “Trixie, w-wait,” she started, forgetting the folly in talking as a spoon of the mush got shovelled into her mouth. She nearly gagged, except when she opened her mouth to make a choking noise, more of the filly food mixture got dumped in. Spitting it out got met with an invisible barrier of magic keeping the food in her mouth, giving Rainbow Dash no choice but to swallow. “We can-” Scoop. Blergh. Gulp. “Talk about-” Scoop. Aaaaaaaugh! “This!”

“Trixie tried to be nice,” Trixie snarled, furious and covered in filly food as she forced Rainbow Dash to keep swallowing the disgusting mush. “But nooooo, you had to take my generosity and use it to spit in my face. Literally.”

Rainbow Dash’s stammered was stifled by another scoop of filly food, making her gag, fail to spit out the mouthful, and swallow half-heartedly. And at this point, the bowl-ful of filly food had barely taken a dent.

…

Six jars of filly food and a bottle of formula later, and Rainbow Dash could barely move. Mostly because her swollen tummy was keeping her pinned in place more tightly than ever in the high chair, but still. Her hooves were still underneath the tray, and she was full enough that she just wanted to lie down for a week and take a nap, but now wasn’t the time for that. The formula had at least washed away most of the taste of the frankenfilly-food, but Rainbow still felt sluggish and tired. She only had one shot at this, though, so she had to take it.

Washing herself up at the sink, Trixie turned to glare at Rainbow Dash. “You’re lucky that Trixie is feeling merciful today,” she said, wiping her face off with a towel, all squeaky clean again. Rainbow’s face was still covered in filly food, but that wasn’t an issue. Freedom was close at hand. Crossing the room, she gave Rainbow’s back a few hard smacks, making the pegasus belch loudly, and then the tray on the high chair clicked. She was ‘Free’, as far as things went.

Plan goes in T-minus 10. 9.

Where’s that phrase come, anyways?

WHAT?

T-minus? What’s it stand for? Why not just say ‘Plan goes in ten seconds?’

Because… It’s… How they did it in the space movies.

Well that’s stupid, I’m not going to space, I’m-

She’s opening the tray! Shut up!

It was time to act. As Trixie raised the tray of the high chair to help Rainbow down, Rainbow played her ace in the hole: The hoof-ful of filly food she’d grabbed in the bedlum earlier came out, and as soon as her hoof was free, Rainbow Dash threw the pea-flavored muck right at Trixie’s face.

Direct hit.

Trixie shrieked as her face and eyes were once again splattered with mucky filly food, and she tripped backwards, giving Rainbow Dash the opportunity she needed to scramble out of the high chair. For good measure, she put her weight into throwing her knee into Trixie’s gut, too, to keep the unicorn down for as long as possible. Then, she turned herself around with a rearranging of hooves on kitchen tile, and flapped her wings.

It was true that Rainbow Dash’s wings weren’t exactly responding right, and her top speed on hoof was slowed to a crawl. Steering was impossible. Speed control was barely any better. But when flying down a straight, narrow corridor and maximum velocity, none of that matters. Her wings spread and she flapped forward as quick as she could, rocketing forward with the speed of a professional athlete.

It was maybe half a second before she slammed into the front door, coming to a harsh stop, just as planned. She reached for the handle, already tasting the freedom (Or was that the formula?) and…

Locked.

Gulp.

Hearing the shrieking Trixie getting to her hooves, Rainbow Dash looked at the door’s lock, but it needed a key, even from the inside. She tried the handle again, but the door didn’t budge. Footsteps approaching, Rainbow Dash tried simply battering the door down. She raised onto her hind legs, barely, and prepared to bring down the strongest kick she could right at where the handle met the doorframe.

The kick never made it. Right before she could, her tail was yanked and her hind legs were pulled out from under her. She pawed at the ground, trying to pull away, but an immensely strong magical pull dragged her backwards. Her bowels gave a tug at the magic, and as she tried to drag herself away from the magical pull, she felt a push beneath the waist and her diaper started to swell a bit.

The magic tug didn’t stop, though, as Trixie’s magic dragged Rainbow Dash halfway down the hall, the unicorn slowly stalking forward towards Rainbow to meet her in the middle. Trying to pull away with all her strength did absolutely nothing, but Rainbow Dash tried nonetheless.

The pull, dragging Rainbow Dash by her tail, shifted and started dragging her up instead, raising her padded behind in the air until she was hanging by her tail, upside down, eye-to-eye with a furious Trixie. Her bowels gave another shove as the magic refilled them, and her bladder was constantly leaking into the diaper, but the padding held for the time being.

Trixie didn’t shout, or scream, or protest, she just stared Rainbow Dash right in the eye and spoke so quietly that it was almost drowned out by the crinkling of Rainbow’s swelling diaper. “So that’s the way it’s going to be, huh?” She asked, eye-to-eye with the upside down Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow started to speak, but from nowhere a pacifier appeared in her mouth, the rubber end in her mouth large enough that her cheeks puffed out a bit and her speech was totally gagged. Trixie’s horn started to give off blue sparks from the effort of holding a pegasus upside down for so long, but she didn’t let up.

The contents of Rainbow’s diaper shifted a bit more as her exhausted bowels filled it a bit more, making Rainbow squirm and whimper into the pacifier.

Trixie continued. “Nobody. Nobody gets to trick Trixie. Ever.”

The blue sparks coming from her horn turned green-black, and she finally stopped the spell keeping Rainbow Dash upright… Instead, throwing Rainbow backwards at full force, the magical energy making Rainbow slam into the door and making the trickle coming from her bladder turn into a full stream for a moment. Miraculously, the diaper was still holding up extremely well, though it was full enough to reach below Rainbow’s knees without sagging at that point.

And Trixie wasn’t anywhere near done. Her horn glowed, and Rainbow Dash found herself briefly blinking out of existence for a moment, until the spell teleported her directly in front of Trixie again. The curse didn’t even have time to kick in, though, before another blast of magic teleported Rainbow Dash across the little hallway. The purpose was clear at this point: Cast as much magic as possible at Rainbow Dash, just to make her squirm.

One more teleportation spell, and Rainbow Dash was in front of Trixie again.The magic wasn’t blue at all anymore, it had fully gone green-black, and was starting to spread from Trixie’s horn in blobs of floating magical energy.

That’s when the combined force of three consecutive teleportation spells hit Rainbow Dash, and she doubled over as her bowels simply exploded into her diaper.

Worse, the curse had kicked back in full force when it came to making Rainbow Dash enjoy her diapers. Trixie just grinned wickedly as she watched Rainbow Dash collapse to the ground, cramping badly as she helplessly continued loading her diaper, and simultaneously moaning with pleasure into the pacifier as the sensation of the dirty diaper, still swelling between her legs, squashed up against her in all the right ways.

Poor Dashie wasn’t capable of coming up with much rational thought in the face of so much raw sensation and feeling, so she just gave in, not caring that Trixie was watching, not caring about much of anything. Moaning loudly enough that it was clearly audible through the pacifier, she forcefully shoved her forehooves into the front of the diaper, rubbing through the mess to smush and spread its contents against herself, moaning in pure ecstasy as waves of pleasure ran up her back.

Rolling on the floor, Rainbow Dash finally just collapsed into an exhausted heap in the hallways, her bowels finally empty, her libido too exhausted to act, and her stomach still spitefully full. (Which seemed a bit unfair, considering the circumstances.)

“I want to show you something,” Trixie said, leaning down to Rainbow’s eye level. Rainbow Dash was barely conscious, but some small part of her realized it might be a good idea not to doze off just yet. She wasn’t able to even crawl, much less stand, the diaper around her waist almost as large as she was after all that magic had made her fill it over and over, but as it turned out she didn’t need to move. Trixie opened the door across from the nursery, the one Rainbow had assumed had been leading into Trixie’s bedroom, but instead it looked like…

A lab. Not quite Twilight’s lab, but definitely a place where science could be conducted. A few black plants grew in the corner- No, blue plants, but underneath a blacklight. Strange tubes and beakers spiraled across a large desk, and sitting in the middle of the room was a single bottle sitting on a small display. It looked rather like a baby bottle, except baby bottles weren’t filled with black sludge that seemed to writhe in its container.

Naturally, Trixie walked right towards the bottle and held it up for Rainbow Dash to see. “Do you see this?” Trixie asked, her voice still very quiet. “This is what I’ve been working on. Concentrated humiliation. I used five drops, just five, on few choice items tucked into a Hearth’s Warming Eve gift basket. It was supposed to go to that stupid unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, but the idiotic mailpony must have screwed up the delivery, so you got it instead. The dose you got should wear off in a couple days, unless I keep on dosing your food. This bottle, though?” Trixie held the bottle up to Rainbow’s face, close enough where even in her bleary state it was totally unmistakeable. “It’s got enough juice to turn Princess Celestia into a whimpering infant for a thousand years. Skin contact would be enough to poison you for months. And if you dare try to escape again?” She leaned in as close as possible, eye-to-eye with Dashie, their faces inches apart. “I’m going to make you drink every. Last. Drop.”