Making Honey

"Bright Colors"

The teacups were gone. Over an hour had passed so fast.

Diamond smiled, giggling up at Buttercup. She felt light, the otherwise dull, white room seemed to come alive with vivid colors: red, orange, green, blue, purple, yellow all danced around her. She lay with her head against Buttercup, a bit of syrupy froth forming on the older mare's shoulder.

"Are you happy?" Buttercup asked, beeping her nose. "Honey?"

"Yeahh...," the younger mare drooled.

Buttercup smiled.

"Then I'd like you to just lay back on my couch, sweetie. You look sleepy." She turned to her butler. "Get my big, red bag from downstairs. It's almost time."

Diamond heard most of what Buttercup said, but it didn't carry any weight. She found herself unable to think clearly, but that was okay... the light weaved above her head in a technicolor display and that was enticing enough to hold her attention for the time. She did as she was told, laying back on the big, comfy couch.

As Ironhof went to get her bag, Buttercup hiked up Diamond's skirt, grinning when she saw, of all things... underneath Diamond was wearing panties. Bright red panties. There are two reasons a mare might wear panties... usually because of the time of the month, they often held an absorbent core. Buttercup sniffed the area, inspecting it for a pad or string. She found nothing, and no strong smells indicating menstruation, so that meant...

"You wanted to look pretty for Mommy, didn't you?" She grabbed hold of the elastic waistband. "Mommy really likes your undies, baby. She's going to take them for you."

"No," Diamond cried weakly, trying to grab hold of the fabric as they were pulled away and set aside. Although her brains had turned largely to mush, she still had the presence of mind to think she was about to get raped. Her uncoordinated attempts to get up failed miserably, and all were met by a gentle hoof pushing her back down... for some reason the strength had left her and it was getting worse by the second. "I don't want to do this-"

"Shhh.... It's okay, my little turtle dove," said Buttercup, poking her tummy and looking over her dress. "I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Now, could you open your legs a little for me?" Hesitating, and with a bit of help from Buttercup, Diamond did as she was told. "That's my pretty girl!"

Buttercup's head disappeared between her legs.

"Please...," Diamond weakly cried.

She felt Buttercup's tongue against her tights, her legs stiffening.

There was no more talking for a few minutes. Buttercup was doing this to stimulate Diamond... and relax her a bit more, though she was also checking something. A little stimulation with the right amount of Ironhoof's sedatives in the system for mares usually lead to... a teensy loss of bladder control. Buttercup licked aggressively, sucking on Diamond's bit as it popped out. The younger mare's anxious facial expression soon melted to a grin. It felt good, that was undeniable, and that was all she could focus on. She giggled, she wriggled... but it didn't take long for the older mare to taste urine. This meant Buttercup had her right where she wanted her. She gave her this last bit of enjoyment. Diamond rode it out with a smile on her face, winking the whole way there. Buttercup was glad to be there to lap up.

Left was just a mixture of fluids on Buttercup's lips. It felt good on Diamond's end, but even better on hers. She pulled her face out from under Diamond's dress and turned to see Ironhoof standing behind her, holding her satchel. She nodded as he set it aside.

"Honey, are you happy?" she asked a second time.

"Mmmm...." Diamond replied, with shut eyes.

Ziziiiiippp! the bag was open.

"That's good, sweetie."

Buttercup held up her legs, but when she let them go they flopped right back down.

"Woah." Buttercup glanced back at Ironhoof. "I think you gave her a little too much."

"She is a larger mare, Mistress... I had to give her more. It may have taken longer, but the effect is greater as you see."

"True." She turned back to Diamond, who's eyes were only slightly open. "Could you raise your legs a bit for me, Sweetie? I wanna see that cute bottom of yours."

Diamond did as she was told, stretching.

"Ironhoof, would you say a medium or large for my Honey here?"

"Hmmmm..." He picked up Diamond's panties and eyeballed the waistband, finding evidence the tag was removed. "I'd say, while you might be able to squeeze her into a medium, I'd recommend the size up."

"Drat. Think I've got a couple of those in here. They're so hard to find without ordering from the city, but... bigger rumps are cuter, wouldn't you say?"

"Large posteriors have always held your interest, as I recall..." he glanced down at Diamond Dream and grinned. "For longer-term, adult relationships, that is. But I'm happy so as long as you're happy."

"I am happy, Ironhoof. Thank you so much for insisting I go to that party!"

"Going out is always the best way to meet new ponies. You won't find them in here."

With her eyes closed and brains quickly devolving into cotton candy, all Diamond saw were vivid colors, feeling as though she was resting naked on a hill by a meadow with a warm breeze around her. Her thoughts were only of relaxation, not submission... sexual or otherwise. Not any more. She heard a noise where Buttercup was kneeling above her. Crinkle!

"Ah, found a couple!"

She opened her eyes and looked down, but couldn't see much past her skirt.

"Uh... what's that?"

"Shhh..." Buttercup tapped her leg. "Trust me, sweetie. Mommy's going to take good care of you. Now keep your legs parted and don't squirm."

"O... okay."

Diamond went back to shutting her eyes. Ironhoof appeared in the periphery of Buttercup's vision holding a syringe. Buttercup shook her head.

"It's fine. She can barely even lift her head. I like it better when they're awake. If we can help it, let's try not to damage this one."

"Understood."

Whatever this thing Buttercup had was, it was now being carefully placed under Diamond's backside. It felt soft, the outside crinkling like a plastic wrapper. There was this pop, seconds later she felt this light, almost dusting sensation along her inner thighs and mare bits. It had a tiny bit of weight to it, but it was over with pretty quickly. Drawing breath, she took in a familiar, soothing smell that just helped her relax even more.

"I always love that part," Buttercup said. "Too bad she's not more with it... they always look so surprised!"

Diamond felt Buttercup rubbing her tummy.

"Humiliated is the word."

"Now put your legs down but keep them open just a bit. Mommy needs to pull this thing real snug between your legs!"

Diamond did as she was told.

There was just enough space for Buttercup to work. Diamond remained still as Buttercup pulled the plastic between her legs and then reached for her side.

Tape

Suddenly she felt pressure between her legs... whatever this thing was, it was sticking to her like thick, plastic underwear.

Although she was half out of it and fading away, this didn't feel right. Her eyes opened again.

"Wait, are you...?"

Slowly, she lifted her head looked down... surprising Buttercup. The older mare froze as she just barely saw the front half of a white diaper peeking above her skirt.

"What're you doing to me?"

"This is just a game, sweetie," Buttercup said, taping up the diaper quickly. "Mommy likes undies, remember? A grown-up in diapers is just sooo cute!" She applied the final tape. "There... now let's get you out of that dress, okay?"

".... huh? Wha?"

Before Diamond could process what was going on -- not that she could process much of anything -- Buttercup was reaching for her dress and unbuttoning the top. She tried to object, but her forelegs felt like noodles... that and, for some crazy reason, making eye-contact with Buttercup she found strangely soothing. It didn't take long for the older mare to disappear as she had the dress pulled off her body.

Diamond's reason for wearing the dress soon became quite clear. Once outside of the garment both ponies saw she had long, thin scars running down her barrel, which looked like she'd been in an accident... not too uncommon for a pegasus to have a crash landing through a rose bush or something similar. This looked like it might've been nasty. None of this mattered, though. Not to Buttercup. She liked Diamond just the way she was.

"There." Buttercup looked her over. "My, you're a bit plumper than I thought... hope I've got a onsie big enough to fit you."

"Barely," commented Ironhoof.

Buttercup went through her satchel again.

Onsie?

"I'mm n-not a baby," mumbled Diamond.

"Oh, yes you are!" said Buttercup, looking over at Ironhoof. "Drat, I really don't want to stretch them out."

"Perhaps an old shirt for the time being? If I remember right, you two were about the same size once."

"Ironhoof!" Buttercup bit her lip. "She's fat!"

"And currently you are merely thick-set... Please do not misunderstand me. You are taller and carry it better. You are perfectly built."

"Well," Buttercup smiled, thinking. "Okay then... get one of my old shirts."

Ironhoof left for a few minutes. Buttercup got up and walked to the end of the couch, standing over Diamond.

"Are you having fun, Honey?"

"Mmmm... I-," the young mare struggled, weakly. "I- I want to go home."

"Shhh..." Buttercup put a hoof to Diamond's lips. "Mommy's she going to take good care of you. Soon, you'll be asleep and you won't have to worry about anything ever again when you wake up. Mommy promises!"

Diamond had enough sense to question what was going on, but even that was fading.

"Why'd you put a diaper on me?"

"Because you are so cute!" Buttercup reached down and crinkled the garment, looking it over. "I've never had a baby who's bottom fit the diaper as well as yours, Sweetie. It was made for it."

Diamond just stared up at Buttercup, tears in her eyes, her speech slurred:

"This... not fun."

"Oh, it's super fun!" Buttercup crinkled her diaper again. "You'll get used to them pretty quickly. It sometimes takes couple months to break a mare back into diapers, but it'll happen to you, too. Unpotty training is so much fun, especially when you try to hold it but you can't and I'm there to watch it happen, and besides, they look SOOO cute on you!"

Diamond continued to stare up, her eyes closing by themselves.

"Not going to...," she yawned, "fall asleep."

"Shhh... relax. Soon you'll be off, drifting to dreamland."

"No, I won't... you can't-"

Everything turned gray as it gradually came to a rest for Diamond. Buttercup smiled above her. This was the last thing she saw, for a time unknown to her.

* * *

Diamond was snoozing on the couch as Ironhoof brought Buttercup an old, gray shirt.

"See? You didn't need to give her a shot... I knew she couldn't fight."

"You sure she needs a shirt then?" Ironhoof asked, watching Buttercup wrestle the shirt over her head.

"It can get awfully cold down there when the power goes out," she said. "I want my Honey warm and happy."

"She'll never be happy. You will, though."

"Oh, she will, eventually..." Buttercup made eye-contact with her butler, her eyes cold. "Just don't give her too much and maybe we'll be able to keep this one." She reached down and patted Diamond's thickly padded bottom. "She is such a fine little filly with a cute behind! Ironhoof?"

"Yes?"

"Before you put this one in a table, can you get me a big cup of hot liquid? Almost warm enough to burn, but not quite."

"As you wish... may I ask what you would like to do with it?"

Buttercup looked over at the sleeping mare on her big, comfy couch.

"There's something I always wanted to try... might as well test it out on Honey here. Hopefully it won't take too long."

"Very well."

* * *

Buttercup sat next to the unconscious mare as Ironhoof brought her a cup of steaming water.

"Is this warm enough?"

She stuck her hoof in it. It was almost unbearable, but not too hot, and just wide enough to fit a hoof inside.

"Perfect!"

Buttercup set the cup on the floor and leaned over, taking Diamond by the foreleg. She stuck Diamond's hoof in the water and watched her face... glancing over at the crotch of her diaper. Nothing happened. Her smile began to fade a bit.

"That's just an old mare's tale," Ironhoof said. "I've no evidence it works. It would be in our best interest to put her in a table soon. I need to calibrate it for her size and weight. This is going to take some time."

"Oh, she'll be out for hours..." Buttercup scoffed. "Just give it another couple minutes."

"As you wish."

Buttercup sat on the coffee table watching "Honey's" face for a while. It remained motionless. She was fast asleep... unconscious. She was just about to get up when she saw, of all things, tension in Diamond's face.

"Look, look," she said, pointing at Diamond's face.

Ironhoof came in close and watched with his Mistress. She put an arm around him and he did the same.

"It she dreaming?"

It looked as though Diamond was met with some type of decision that made her uncomfortable. Her face was screwed up... almost urgent.

"They don't typically dream," the butler said. "Not when they're drugged."

"Then what is it?"

"Keep watching. Encourage her."

"Honey, honey..." whispered Buttercup. "It's okay! Just let go. You're safe here."

"Good try, but not like that. Like this..." He got in close. "Sssssssss..." Ironhoof got in Dimond's ear, watching the sides of her face twitch. She moaned quietly. "Now you do it, loud, clear... and by her ear. Try to imitate the sound of water... a stream, perhaps?"

Buttercup got close to her ear.

"Ssssssss...." she hissed quietly. "SsssssSSSSSsssss...."

Sure enough, Diamond's awkward facial expression turned into a nearly euphoric grin. Buttercup shifted her eyes towards Diamond's crotch as all the tea in the young mare's bladder released and flooded her diaper. The trick really did work.

"Good girl!" Buttercup rubbed Diamond's shoulders. "Let it all go, Sweetie... feels so nice, doesn't it?"

"Mmmm...."

"I'm surprised," said Ironhoof.

"Me too, honestly."

Buttercup looked to her Butler.

"Into a table now?"

He nodded.

"Of course."