It was around midafternoon in the top floor of the Ponyville Fashion Boutique. Two young unicorns were eating away at their last full meal of the day and the last one they’d sure together for quite some time. It was a warm and drawn out meal, with the two discussing their ritual plans for the next week. There was very little room for error when it came to punctuality.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle yourself Sweetie Belle. You’re a smart filly and I trust you not to get into danger…” Rarity said, using her magic to levitate a spoon of cake to her mouth. Like her coat, it too was white with the exception of a few accents where the icing was.
Sweetie Belle carefully lifted the spoon with her hoof and dug into the cake. “I don’t see why the fashion expo is so important, it’s not like you’re already over worked as it is!” She spoke scarfing down the piece with a single bite at her spoon.
Rarity rolled her eyes, “It’s quite simple dear! I’m trying to move my excess inventory into a new location, maybe spread my name further past Ponyville. That’s also why Twilight moved her new project into the basement. She needed a room that wasn’t in her castle to test it out and I could always use the extra bits!”
The younger of the two unicorns raised her eyebrow, “Why did Twilight move all that stuff downstairs anyway? Couldn’t she have done it in the castle, with all her other wacky experiments?”
Standing up, the mare levitated the two plates from the table and began strolling over to the sink, attracting the attention of her sister in the process. “I don’t know much about whatever she’s testing Sweetie Belle! All I know is she said she needed the area to be private and ‘cozy’; whatever that means.”
The young filly remained silent as she pondered the potential of her sisters’ friend’s invention. Twilight had spent an awful long time renovating and redecorating her unfurnished basement. At the very least she wanted to see what the place was like, regardless of the actual experiment.
“Rarity, can I-“ She stopped noticing that her big sister had already jumped the gun on leaving the room. It was getting late after all; no wonder she was in such a hurry. “Rarity, can I check out the-“
“No.” Rarity said, levitating her suitcases down the stairwell. She knew her sister was curious already.
“But you don’t know what I was going to-“ The young filly was cut off.
“Buh-buh-buh!” Rarity stopped the filly with a hoof to her muzzle. “You were going to ask if you could check the basement and you can’t. I’m sorry Sweetie Belle, but Twilight paid me good money for the privacy of the basement. If you go down there, she said the under qualified pony might not know how to handle whatever is down there. I don’t want you getting hurt and I don’t want her experiment to go wrong. She'll be back eventually to give it a status update, but unless she gives you the go, you need to stay away from it!”
Sweetie Belle raised a hoof to interject, but Rarity stopped her with a kiss to the cheek. “I love you dear, I’ll be back in a weeks’ time. If anything goes wrong, just get a hold of Twilight or Pinkie Pie!” she heard as her sister bolted out of the door. A loud, “Carriage!” was the last thing she heard from her sister.
Sitting down, she pondered her sister’s words. Of course she was going to check the room out, she could do it without a hitch if she kept her distance. She just had to wait for the right time and the right time was when she knew the coast was clear…
***
In her room, the young filly rested her head on her pillow. With each passing second, a new burden of loathing and anticipation
overwhelmed her. She really wanted to see her basement; it must be so much neater now. It might even look like a real science lab; it might even be a real science lab.
She checked the time, “Eleven…” she whispered to herself. It was nearly midnight and no pony had come to check on. Her blood warmed with excitement, this was her opportunity to check out Twilight’s experiment without a single repercussion.
Hopping off the bed and unto her shaky hooves, she galloped past the stairwell. “Ooh, right!” she hopped up, hitting the light switch shut on her way out the door. The whole of the boutique was dimly lit, nothing on really but a few nightlights.
On the main show floor, she made her way unto her stage. Most no one who she knew had ever been on the stage. Generally the stage was only used for runway performances. In fact, only Rarity’s closest friends really knew about it, that and maybe the movers she hired to transport the clothes to Manehatten.
The stage floor was rickety with damage; no doubt the movers being reckless. Rather than taking each step lightly, she dashed a crossed the boards, causing a short burst of loud screeches as she went. In an ungraceful fashion, she tripped across the trap door and landed flat on the entrance to the basement.
She stood up and gave the out of place slab of wood a smile. Attempting to lift it up with her hoof, she found out it wouldn’t budge an inch.
“Welcome to Sparkle-Link Experiment #029. Are you a developer or visitor?” A magic hologram popped up out of nowhere.
Sweetie Belle was astounded by the spell; it was like nothing she’d ever seen before. It must have been one of Twilight’s originally formulated ones, seeing as the voice of the hologram was much like her own.
“Visitor…” She said, as a plethora of lights scanned her out of nowhere.
The hologram turned into a Navi like floating ball of light. “Hello. My programming has only been designed for Foals and Adult Ponies. Unless you’d like to decline your assistance in the beta test, I will need to confirm your acceptance as one of the two default options.”
Being too absorbed in the aesthetic aspects of the A.I, Sweetie Belle simply shouted, “Accept?”
The ball pinged. “You have been designated a ‘foal’. Seeing as no predetermined admins are with you, I’m predetermined to assume you want the room fully under my discretion. Note that doing so will eliminate your ability to change the programming and operation
procedures.”
Sweetie Belle pondered the A.I’s words for a moment, “Well, I guess that’s alright. I accept the automated service.”
The light pinged. “Alright, before you begin you will need to confirm a few things. If I ping blue, that means I’m in standard operating mode and am either in the process or have performed one of my protocols. If I turn pink, don’t be alarmed, that’s standard mothering procedure. If I turn green, that means I’m dormant and need to be requested for communication if you need it. If I turn red, that means I’m required to insinuate some form of punishment. Are you alright with these defaults?”
Still baffled and half aware of what she was agreeing to, she remarked a simple “Yes, I agree to those defaults”. She knew she should have been paying more attention, but she was too antsy to see the project.
“Follow me.” The A.I said, sliding open the trap door. Clearly it’d made some minor changes to the entrance.
Sweetie Belle entered the entrance and to her amazement was slowly brought down some newly carpeted stairs. Everything smelled of installation and sanitation. Also, oddly enough foal powder.
The A.I flew down, pinging the child then wrapping itself around her. It slowly strobed, lifting the child several feet in the air as it chimed, “Scans indicate the foal is under clothed, underfed, and out of allowed proximity!”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes went wide as a fraction of the newly furnished basement was show. In the corner of the room she was brought to, there was a metallic changing table with a shine white and gray padding. “What is this place?” She asked, looking around at the pristinely fashioned pink setting as her stomach was restrained to the surface of the table.
“Twilight Sparkle has designated this area as the ‘Nursery Base Floor’”. The Ball of light said, switching it’s use over to various objects around the table. “I regret to inform you my motherly vocal responses haven’t been finalized, so in order to avoid confusion, I’ll be using my default voice.” It said, lifting a bottle of powder and sprinkling it all over the child’s backside. It brought up a puffy diaper and started unfolding it.
“Please, I want out of this. I don’t need diapers and you’re really starting to scare me.” Sweetie Belle asked as her backside was raised in the air. She had no idea what sort of commotion the voice was capable of. It was quite frightening really.
The A.I wrapped the plastic backed diaper’s tapes snuggly around the filly’s waist, “I’ve been instructed to take care of you until the duration of the babysitting period is over.”
“H-how long is that?” Sweetie Belle asked, shifting around under her restraint. She could barely see the little blinking light shine over her belly as glowed a little bit brighter.
“Calculating… Error. No predesignated time frame has been installed for this secession. I simply cannot allow a foal to be left unattended for! The secession will last indefinitely.” It said as it floated elsewhere around the room.
Sweetie Belle gave the ball a curious glance as it flew away, she had no idea if it was looking at it or not. Quietly, she undid the straps restraining her to the table. She hopped off the changing table with as much grace as possible. Tiptoeing to the stairwell, she suddenly hit her snout on an invisible barrier that sealed the exit inescapable.
The blinking light all of a sudden turned around and flew over to Sweetie Belle, “Curiosity will get little foals hurt, it is detrimental that you stay within the nursery perimeters.” It chimed, lifting Sweetie Belle up and carrying her over to a white carpet in the middle of the room.
Looking around the room, Sweetie Belle saw many newly furnished pieces of nursery furniture, as well as a lot of stuff she couldn’t recognize. The room itself was really bright and colored, yet really neat like she’d expect from Twilight. The overall ‘pink’ design of the room was a side she wouldn’t have expected from Twilight though.
“I’ve been instructed to amuse you with any toy necessary while I calculate the right size outfit for you…” The ball said, itemizing a teddy bear in front of the filly. It was apparent to it that Sweetie Belle was definitely focused on something, whether it is the teddy bear or something else didn’t really matter much.
It focused on the child, scanning up and down her body. It took in account the tightness of her neck, the air conditions of the room, and the bulk of the diaper around her waist. “It’s quite apparent that white with purple trim and pink belles would suit you quite nicely.” It said, casting a prerecorded spell, causing a set of hoofie pajamas to appear around the filly.
“What?” The filly questioned, sitting up on her padded backside. “Oh, come on!” She yelled, looking over at the glowing orb. The whole situation felt unnerving up until this point, now she was just mad. She hated hoofie pajamas, she didn’t even like clothes in general.
Standing up, she angrily paced towards the doorway, only to be transported immediately back to the center of the room. “Oh great, you’re acting as full time security around here aren’t you?” She asked the A.I as she ducked behind her newly made teddy bear.
“I’m not allowed foals to leave the pre-determined area of safety, you did leave the predetermined area of safety. I’m only doing my obligations.” It said, flying to another bit of the nursery.
Suddenly, the room revealed itself fully. All the white plastered furniture and sleek chrome finishes made themselves apparent. “I’ve adjusted the room accordingly to your size and motor capabilities.” It said as the room slowly grew in size, “We wouldn’t want you to get uncomfortable now would we?”
“That’s so ironic.” Sweetie Belle said, frowning as she leaned in and squeezed her bear. It grew in size in front of her until it separated her hooves. It looked to be twice her size now. Her eyes widened and she let go of her hug. “Huh? Why is he so big? I can’t even cuddle with that.”
“Nonsense, you can sleep on top of the bear inside your crib. Foals should never have stuffed animals or blankets that they could accidently suffocate under after all.” The glowing blue orb hummed as it lifted Sweetie Belle into the air, along with her stuffed teddy bear.
The filly’s eyes went wide as she was levitated to a fenced off bed that looked a little bit narrower than her own. To her horror, the gates to it were at least twice as tall as she was; there was no getting out of it.
As she was sat down, she immediately noticed how warm the center of the bed was, also how plush it was. She crawled atop the bear and reached her hooves up in the air. In doing so, the only thing she noticed was how warm the chest of her bear was getting; it was warming her backside in fact. “W-what’s going on?” She questioned, taking a jab at her diaper. It clearly wasn’t wet; she’d never have an accident.
The A.I Swung by, diming the nursery’s lights until nothing remained but a faint blue radiance caused by some of the technology. “Shh…” It sounded as it lifted the child and slowly made her hug the bear, stomach down. “The bear is enchanted with the same spell the crib is. Their heat is supposed to warm you, giving you rest with ease. That and the basement has been known to get cold at night and my creator didn’t want any foal to get below typical homeostasis.”
“Mmm…” Sweetie Belle said, barely protesting at the A.I’s magic held her in place. Frowning, she begged as her body naturally relaxed itself, “Please, I don’t wanna go to bed in some dumb nursery.” Her eyes fell heavily as she struggled not to bury her head in the bear’s plush brown chest. The room seemed to blur as her head lowered itself. With nowhere to go, all she could do was out wait the system. She could see a speck of aquatic light blur her vision, then complete darkness took over.
***
“Good morning foal!” A robotic voice chimed, peeking its head over the crib. It was a new body for the A.I, an allusion it used to simulate a pony’s body. It didn’t really ‘exist’, but it looked like to anyone in the nursery.
“Huh?” Sweetie Belle questioned, lifting her head up from the bear’s chest. It was obviously morning to her, not that it really mattered. Actually was it really morning, it was really hard to tell.
She sat up and slowly wiggled herself off of the bear’s tummy. Looking up, she noticed a robotic looking metallic face staring at her quite excitingly. In fact. She’d never seen such an eager expression. “You’re just the creepy A.I aren’t you; I assume the body is just a robot?”
“Affirmative!” The A.I said, reaching the child up and cradling her close to her chest as she flew back down to the ground. Her body was solid white with a long straight pink main and tail. The cutie mark on its flank was a generic pink heart. Giving the child another perky smile, it stated, “From now on you can me Auntie.”
Looking over the robot’s shoulder, the filly noticed the wings and looking up she noticed the horn. “Are you an alicorn?” She asked as she was gently pressed up against the A.I Pony’s chest again.
“Affirmative, although the robot suit I’m using is just a decoy. I’m still the same SpARC program you saw earlier in the day. I’m just using this hard shell pony apprentice as a way to formularize myself with foals. Under most circumstances, I’d never take the suit off. But seeing as this is the Alpha stage in this projects development, it’s allowed that I brake character in order to perform my routine functions.” The A.I said, flying up and setting the girl in a white wooden seat, similar to the same material the room’s crib was made out of.
Sweetie Belle watched in horror as the seat raised her several feet above the ground. Her diapered tushie and lack of surface tension due to the footie pajamas made it hard for her to sit still. “Hurry, I don’t want to fall…” She said, gripping the armrest.
“Don’t worry. I’m in full control of every magical particle in this room. Anything going on in or around this room, I can intrude in. Please, don’t take the liberality in doing risky things.” The pony said, using it’s magic to drop the tray down, then using the straps to restrain Sweetie’s chest. “After a quick breakfast, I’ll take you down from there and you can have a pleasant session of drinking lactic fluid.”
The filly’s eyebrows puckered as she tried to figure out what was even happening anymore. She’d been in the dim room for who knows how long and she hasn’t had a single moment to herself. How was she supposed to think straight when there was some pony watching over her 24/7.
“Alright…” The A.I Said, walking over to a mini fridge and pulling out two small jars of mush, “I’ve got apple or grape to choose from. My scans on your body also indicate that you’re able to chew dry cereal. I’ll give you a moment to decide. You know, most foals don’t get a chance to choice their food, you’re such a smart foal!” it complimented, giving the child a smile.
Sweetie Belle frowned, wiggling her legs in their separate holes. She looked around at the now decently lit nursery. The beige carpet, the pastel pink walls, the colorful stickers, the color toys, the colorful play mat in the playpen, and the horrifying white wood design that engrossed most of the furniture in the room. It was like a nursery school for one, and she was unfortunately that one.
“Time is over, apple it is.” Auntie said, sending the jar of grape jelly unto the fridge top before turning back towards Sweetie Belle.
Author's Note
In case you were curious, no this story doesn't have anything to do with the famous Beatles album 'Magical Mystery Tour', I chose it because the name fit well. 
As for the editing and the other attributes of the story itself, no I haven't found an editor, yes I have the story planned out to be a few chapters long, and yes I plan on updating it on a regular (7-14) day cycle as always.
I hope you all have a wonderful day! ~Oliver-England 
Reluctant to accept the creepy robot’s food, Sweetie Belle slowly opened her lips and let what felt like an unreasonable amount of food, be shoved into her mouth. The mush occupied so much space; she couldn’t help but swallow it. It was either swallowing it or spitting it back up ; and she was hungry.
“Awe, what a good girl!” The A.I cheered mechanically. It was so alighting to know that Sweetie Belle genuinely enjoyed the meal, at least it seemed she did. Using her magic, she levitated the spoon and shoved more and more into her ‘baby’s’ mouth. In the process, she went through several huge spoon fulls.
“S-omp!” the filly muttered, feeling the slimy goo, slide down the back of her tongue and through her throat. She could feel it coursing through her body, it was so rich and she hadn’t eaten for days. It felt absolutely disgusting.
“Who’s a hungry filly?” The Machine asked rhetorically as it feed the child every last drop of the jar. She set it on the fridge with her magic, “Congratulations baby, you’re morning feeding has been completed.”
Sweetie Belle stared blankly at the robot a few feet away and started tearing up, “I-I-I just want d-d-downn!” She pushed against the highchair’s table and kicked her hooves, frantically trying to get out of the contraption.
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit her stomach and she burped uncomfortably, causing her tears to stop. “Oww…” She muttered, as the robot started calmly undoing the table’s restraints.
The Robot kept its cryptic smile as it undid the highchair’s straps. It was obvious that Sweetie Belle was just a bit cranky; it was her first feeding in a scary new place after all! At least, that was its explanation. After all, its creator did program it with much information from several highly accredited parenting articles.
“I apologize if your feeding was in anyway uncomfortable Ms.Belle. I’m under strict protocol to feed the children a curtain amount of food per meal.” It claimed, lowering the stilts to the highchair. There wasn’t much repercussion in lowering the child, the meal was over after all.
“Mmm…” Sweetie Belle said, pushing angrily against the table tray in a halfhearted attempt to escape. She looked at the Robot with watery eyes, but was met with its creepy smile. She really just wanted out, she needed to pee and she was starting to feel cold.
She didn’t want to complain though, any vocal response would either be ignored or trigger some other horrible thing. On the other hand, she really didn’t like how she was feeling either. With the poofy diaper between her thighs, she could only really shut her legs so tight. It made her cringe on the inside, but if she really expressed how she was feeling, she would have flooded her diaper right there.
Preparing a mat on the floor, the robot used it’s magic to lift Sweetie Belle from her seat. Leaning unto it’s side, the robot kept its smile as it annunciated, “Project Information states that you still need your daily intake of several lactic ounces.” Lighting its horn, it opened its leg to the girl. “My creator has designed this body to hold more than enough lactic fluid to feed several foal!”
Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and slowly inched towards the mare’s exposed breast. She didn’t want to dive in, but there was a small force pushing her closer and closer towards the robot. To her own horror, her mouth opened and wrapped itself around the A.I’s rubber breast. Why the robot needed to breast feed her was beyond her, why couldn’t she just use a bottle?
She let out a high pitched whining noise from the back of her throat as she was forced to sip at the Robot’s milk. She could feel it coursing through her mouth and body as she was forced to keep suckling. She opened her eyes to the sight of darkness. Her nose was literally pressing against the Robot’s tummy.
After several minutes of uncomfortable suckling, the magical force that bound her to the Robot’s breast seized. She let her face go and took a huge gasp of air. Tracing her eyes towards the robot’s legs, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the floor.
“All done!” The Robot said, standing off and prancing elsewhere in the nursery. “You’ll be free to roam for thirty minutes before I get the playpen set up. Do you need anything in the meantime.”
Sweetie Belle moaned, “I-I needa potty!” she said, opening her eyes and giving A.I a saddened look. She really was starting to feel uncomfortable, the muscles that held back her bladder felt like they were being continuously tightened.
The robot turned around and lifted a few stuffed animals to the child as it chimed, “Your preferences have been set to baby. If you’d like to override these settings, please contact a parent or SPaRK-tech employee.” With its statement said, it swiftly turned back around and began reorganizing the play pen.
Stepping inside, the Robot immediately felt an alarming sensation as it’s hoof sunk into the colorful foam padding that covered the pen’s floor. It took a second to process the physical information, but it quickly corrected itself and started sorting the toys and animals around some more.
What struck the Robot really odd is how plush all the toy’s its creator selected were. Typically, you don’t even want children to have plushies, at least you don’t want babies to have them; there’s too much of a risk of suffocation. However, the play things selected for this nursery were massive. Grant it, the nursery itself was bumped up in size to accommodate whatever child it was suited with perfectly. It still left a lot of questions to be answered.
Meanwhile, in the center of the nursery where her feeding took place, Sweetie Belle was busy concentrating on not having an accident. She managed to hug unto a generic pink horse plushy and squeezed her legs as tight as she could around its waist.
Sweetie Belle buried her head into the pink pony’s chest, feeling her stomach actually feel dense with pressure. She could feel an accident coming and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
“Up you go!” A.I said, lifting up the small filly, by the front hooves with its own magic. It watched as Sweetie Belle’s legs spread and the faint sound of hissing could be heard from the child.
The child’s face scrunched a little as she melted into the warm mushy feeling of her diaper’s poufy padding. She could feel the material heat up and melt around her backside and it made her cringe. It’d been over a year since she ever had an accident and that one was much smaller.
“Oooh, gross!” She said, wiggling her hooves as she was continuously carried over to the play pin. She really disliked the mushy feeling between her legs, she liked the mushy feeling even less when she was sat unto of it in the play pin. It felt too warm and awkward for her to handle.
“Do you need any further assistance Sweetie Belle?” The machine asked, trailing back from the play pin’s entrance, shutting the mesh gate closed.
Sweetie Belle shook her head before ducking it behind a pile of stuffed animals. She took a look at her surroundings and noticed the A.I was busy putting away food in the fridge. In a vain attempt to escape, the child dashed towards the mesh gate, silently stepping on the colorful foam padding as she went.
She managed to hop the gate with a really well balanced jump, but the waddle her soggy diaper between her legs caused her to misstep and crash face first onto the floor.
The robot’s eyes lit up but it did not turn around. “Safety protocol initiated, foal’s behavior is incompatible with current age status…” it said, shifting out of the metallic body and transforming into the old blue ball of light. “My operator has instructed me to restrain foals, whom are not responsible for their own actions. Clearly, you lack correct motor functions and require 100% supervision.”
Sweetie Belle stood up then sat on her soggy behind. “What do you mean ‘100% supervision’? You already control this whole stupid room, there isn’t possibly anything you could do to make this more constraining.”
The ball flew around the girl, lighting her face as it came nearer. Using its magic, it quickly healed her rug burned nose and restored it to its perky white condition. “Foals undergo several stages in development. The reason my system originally let you roam a little bit was because my scans indicated that you had many teeth and your bone structure was at optimal levels.”
“So?” Sweetie Belle said, looking down at her diaper. It embarrassed her to be wearing it, but she didn’t see a potty in sight. Let alone the fact she wasn’t offered one.”
“So…” The ball said levitating the child into the air and laying her unto the changing table. “My program allowed for a little bit more leniency for you to develop your muscles. The ability to free roam is meant to encourage exploration. But, my scans show that your coordination is too far off balance meaning the number of neurons in your brain must not be at sufficient levels yet.. Indications show that you’re more akin to a baby than a toddler.”
“What? I’m not a baby! Look at how well I speak!” The filly said, looking a bit offended as her diaper was pried open by the magic that the A.I controlled. “Your system is wrong; I’m not a little foal!” She said, kicking her hooves as the light continued to change her.
“I demand you desist!” The blue orb said, stopping Sweetie Belle’s legs with its magic. It stopped wiping the filly’s bottom then poured oil and powder all over it in that order. “My indicators show that you’re less developed than I originally calculated for. Your linguistics are not part of your evaluation as a foal and my evaluations were calculated to be perfect!”
“But they’re not!” Sweetie Belle yelled, getting a little bit ill tempered. Her eyes began to get cloudy with tears as she got angry. She was tempted to flail her hooves around, but the A.I’s magic held her in place as an even more cartoonishly decorated, poufier diaper was pushed under her bottom. From her sides, two large tapes wrapped around the front, sealing the diaper in place.
“Changing sequence complete!” The A.I said, whisking to another section of the house.
Sweetie Belle kicked her hooves to the realization she was stuck with the diaper spreading her legs too far apart. “Stupid robot!” She complained, “What gives?”
The A.I flashed back to the filly, “The diaper is designed for a younger foal who is more likely to have bigger accidents and is formed for smaller bodies. The cartoons are designed to-“
“I know what the cartoons are for!” The filly said, enraged. So much for walking anymore, thanks to Twilight’s dumb program. She rolled unto her tummy and crawled up the changing table a little inch at a time. “Stupid Daring Do diapers.” She muttered.
A light enveloped the filly, flipping her unto her back against her will. A bright white gradient filled her vision before calming down a little. She looked down to the realization that she was now wearing a cutesy white, purple bell covered onesie. “Oh come on-“ She yelled before being interrupted by the robot shoving a pretty purple pacifier into her mouth.
“Changing tempo 0343” The room said as the room seemed to shrink in size. Maybe of the same things were still there, although the walker transformed into a swing and some of the toys also transformed into more ‘age appropriate’ items.
The magic act barely impressed Sweetie Belle as she watched the room’s very colorful stuffed animals and blocks turn into slightly more colorful blocks; as well as baby items like teething rings and targeting sets. Everything might has well of been just a rock to her; nothing really caught her interest.
She gently suckled on the pacifier as she was lifted into the air and brought gently over to a swing. Upon arrival, she was quickly sunk into the seat’s comfortable padding and was then promptly strapped into it with pink nylon straps.
Setting her hooves on the tray, she looked up as an animal covered mobile started spinning around her overhead. She looked at the blue orb as she adjusted a little in her seat. The diaper kept her from moving much though, there was no traction in her seat and the padding was too poufy to budge. Annoyed, she opened her mouth and the pacifier fall out of it.
“You dropped this…” the A.I said as it used its magic to itemize the binky into Sweetie Belle’s mouth. “Thankfully your onesie was fully sanitized, or else I might have had to make a new one for you.”
Sweetie Belle squinted her eyes. Smirking, she spat the pacifier into her hoof and threw it across the room. “I don’t want it!” she complained.
It took only seconds before the A.I used its magic to poof the pacifier back into the child’s mouth. “I demand you stop that, this instant. I must get the Auto-Nurse up before my creator arrives.”
“Huh?” Sweetie Belle squeaked. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or terrified that Twilight would see her like this. On the one hand, she’d be super embarrassed. On the other hand, she’d at least be free. “H-how do you know she is?” She questioned.
The A.I flew over to a light pink basset and began working on it. “I’ve messaged Miss. Sparkle of my progress several hours ago. She was perplexed why a ‘foal’ was registered in the nursery. So she wanted to come visit.”
A bit nervous, Sweetie Belle noticed that she was slowly rocking back and forth in her swing. She tried closing her eyes and relaxing, it felt like the A.I was holding the pacifier to her face somehow, almost like an invisible strap. Closing her eyes, she leaned back in her seat and took a few deep breaths…
***
“Well if it’s not the cutest wittle foal I’ve ever seen!” Twilight said, walking freely into the underground nursery. She walked up to her friend’s sister and peaked her head down, “Did someone get themselves into a wittle situation?”
“Mmm!” Sweetie Belle pawed at the air, reaching her hooves out to Twilight. Her eyes were watery, just waking up from the nap and the idea of what she was doing hadn’t quite caught up to her yet. Quietly, she suckled on her pacifier as she continued to make whining noises.
Twilight smiled, Sweetie Belle was already cute, but this really topped things off. Reaching her hooves towards the child, she made a quick effort to unbuckle the child from her seat. She kept her hooves under the Sweetie Belle’s arm pits as she brought the child closer to her own chest.
Sweetie Belle gave Twilight a small frown, feeling her tummy make a small sharp pain. She brushed it off, although she still felt the pressure inside her. She knew what was going to happen; still, wishful thinking though.
“Well Sweetie Belle…” She said, holding the child close to her chest as she went, “You got yourself into one big mess. Not only are you stuck her for two weeks, but you also managed to trigger the room’s ‘infant care’ program. I think it’s a glitch really, perhaps something to do with your size. All I know is you managed to demote yourself from being identified as a toddler, to a baby, and now to an infant. Then again, using the baby swing might have triggered that last bit.”
She looked down at the child and gave her a sheepish grin, “Sorry, I’m waffling aren't I? Well don’t worry you’re curly lilac hair Sweetie, I’m going to be joining you for the whole duration.”
Raising an eyebrow, the child prodded the pacifier that was fixated unto her face. She didn’t understand why Twilight wasn’t helping her. She was obviously uncomfortable the way she was, but she wasn’t being offered any help.
Twilight looked down at the child and gave her a warm empathetic grin, “Sorry baby, but I can’t alter the magic that’s already been put into place, at least I can’t do it too often without screwing up the system I’ve put in place. That being said, you have to keep using your binky, at least for a little while.”
Pouting, the child crossed her arms as she was brought over to the Auto-Nurse crib. She didn’t have much room to move as she was carried by Twilight to the mysterious crib looking contraption. Oddly enough, she hadn’t seen the thing before, probably because the basement was so dim and the swing was in a very crowded corner of the room. How she missed it was beyond her though.
She kept eye contact with Twilight as she was slowly lowered into the plush padding of the crib. To her surprise, she couldn’t move much, at least not with very much velocity. Her actions were slowed down and her movements in general were delayed beyond belief. She actually felt a bit numb.
Worried, she gave Twilight big puppy dog eyes as she pleaded with her to help. She could think of the words, but she wasn’t sure how to sound them out; especially with a pacifier in her mouth. She started tearing up out of panic.
“Shh…” Twilight said, brushing the child’s hair. “You’re perfectly fine sweetie, you just need to relax and let the machine do its work.” She said, before looking at a panel off the side of the crib. The panel showed the inhabitant’s body on screen. Sweetie Belle was perfectly fine aside from minor strain in her bowels.
Smiling, Twilight activated several of the crib’s manual start up features, causing an array of various things to happen. Sweetie Belle’s outfit was changed from that of a normal cotton onesie to a fuzzy set of footie pajamas of the same design. Likewise, she felt her diaper gain just a little more height on her stomach as it grew as well.
“That’s amazing, it really worked!” She said, clapping her hooves together as she took a double take of the child. “I think I might need to help someone use the potty though, unless she wants to do it herself.” The mare said as she skimmed a digital button on the monitor on the tablet’s screen.
The situation was already enough to upset Sweetie Belle, she’d complain but she really couldn’t. She scrunched body together as tight as she could as she pushed furiously against her tummy. She felt the pressure slowly ease off of her as warm mess pushed out the back, spreading across her small backside. She took a deep breath before repeating the cycle again, this time barely able to register the size of her ‘accident’. It all just felt mushy back there.
“Good girl!” Twilight applauded. “I’m so sorry you’re in the situation you’re in, but I promise you’ll get used to it after a while.” She said, walking away from the machine.
Sweetie Belle watched with increasing watery eyes as a small pink curtain was thrown over the open side bars. All of a sudden, the machine sprung out a mechanical tube which quickly found it’s way in front of the child’s face. It was obviously the room’s magic, seeing as the metal appendage had a blue glow to it.
Twilight watched as the Auto-Nurse came fully online, its operations were successful as far as she could tell. Smiling, she grabbed her diaper bag and started heading towards the door. “You know, this all could have been avoided if you just kept you snout out of my business. I would love to help you, but I have research to do about my invention to do now!”
The tube buntzed the pacifier off of Sweetie Belle’s lips and replaced it with a suction cup like nozzle. It made its way into the child’s mouth, pouring lots of brown tasteless goo into her mouth. She tried swallowing it, over and over again, but the stream never stopped.
Her eyes opened wide as she desperately searched for Twilight, but the pink curtains all around the crib denied her from seeing beyond a foot of where she lied. She kicked her hooves as she got a feel for the mess that had filled the seat of her diaper; the smell was really started to bother her and the flow of baby food into her mouth wasn’t helping.
The room’s light went dim as she heard the cellar door open. She could see the natural light vaguely portrayed in the corner of her eye, as well as the voice of her sister’s friend.
“The machine will stop feeding you when you are fully fed. Your next diaper change will be in four hours. After that, the Auto-Nurse will wait in eight hour intervals as to avoid running out of diapers. Sorry I had to set them so far apart, but I didn’t want to spend too much money on diapers before I knew the machine could handle it. Anyway, good luck!” She said, closing the door and leaving the room; taking any extra light with her.
Sweetie Belle felt hot and panicked as she continued to swallow at the cool mush constantly sliding down her throat. It wasn’t so much that she was overwhelmed, but just enough of it was collected at a time so that she had to swallow every few minutes.
She coward where she lied, smelling her accident in its entirety. She stared blankly at the ceiling as she lightly wiggled her hooves as little as she could. Closing her eyes, she groaned. Stupid Nursery.
Author's Note
Well, sorry for the long wait guys. I got a bit side tracked with life and work and sort of lost interest in writing this story for a little while.
I do plan on writing more for this story, however I've changed the story to be more of an anthology of various alternatives that could happen. All of the chapters/story arcs are linked together, but each one of them will be able to stand alone as a part of the Magical Mystery Nursery list.
That being said, I'll have the next chapter posted in two weeks or so. I'm not entirely sure what the content or pony I'll be focusing on next, but I'm thinking it might be a little bit more racey than the current one!
Have a good one! ~Oliver-England
