Making Honey

"Pink Rooms"

When Diamond Dream came to she had no memory of having her brains turned to mush or being diapered. She was upright... first thing to come back was her sense of orientation, followed by smell and sound. She knew something wasn't right. Where ever she was, she was upright in a small room, and the room smelled like foal powder... little did she know, so did her bottom.

Looking at the shackles tightly brinding her forelegs and ankles, it took her eyes a moment to adjust. They were strong, she could see that. Mares stronger than her had tried to break them with no such luck. She felt also tightly bound along the back and across the chest, firmly against her skin like the bandages she remembered from foalhood after falling out the window. This wasn't the best time to focus on the past, however... more pressing matters were all around her.

"What's going on?"

She looked down, to find herself in a grey tee-shirt and a... disposable diaper? She twisted her torso, hoping to get a better look, but her frame was encumbered by the table designed for a much slimmer mare. She could scarcely move, even for a mare in her state, but she could tell the diaper was clammy, swollen, and squishy. Then it dawned on her, while she was out she must've peed in them. She didn't even remember going out, but that was the only logical reason she could come up with ending up here.

She took in some air.

"Help!" she cried, not knowing what else to call out. "Some pony get me out of here, please!"

Even at her age, with her inexperience and naïveté, she knew shouting would probably do no good, but still she tried.

"HELP!"

Sure enough, she heard a sound behind her, as if a pony was quickly descending a set of stairs. The pony came right up to her and she was quickly spun around. It almost made her shriek.

Standing there was Buttercup. Her smile broad, perky... her eyes wide and loving.

"Hi Honey!" the older mare exclaimed, giving Diamond a hug. "How are you?"

"Ugh..." Diamond's head throbbed. "What's going on?"

"Oh, you're so silly!" The older mare waved. "You're my foal, and I'm here to take care of you."

"Buttercup." Diamond shook her head and took a breath. "W-what're you talking about?"

Buttercup didn't bother answering. Her hoof went right to Diamond's crotch and squished her diaper.

"Oh, my... you're really wet! Must've done that during nap time. No wonder you look so sad. You need a diaper change!"

Diamond didn't need to process what was going on to know she needed to get away right now.

"What!? Let me go!"

"Oh, silly..." Buttercup rolled her eyes, pulling a lever at the side of the table. Soon enough Diamond found herself laying supine. "Don't worry! This won't take long. Not long at all."

"Stop it!"

Diamond looked up to see Buttercup already had a very large disposable diaper in her hooves and was beginning to unfold it. Taking in air, the next few words that came out of her mouth came directly from the heart:

"BUCK YOU, Buttercup!"

The older mare's smile quickly faded. Not pony had ever cursed at her. To her, yes, about their situation, of course, but never at her. She paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"Well," she finally said. "If that's the way you feel, Honey... guess I'll just have leave you in that wet diaper for a little while longer... 'til it's dripping and full of horse apples!" She folded the clean diaper back up. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Diamond didn't answer. She stared into the walls... pastel, calming pink. She didn't feel calm.

Buttercup set the garment back down, stood tall and turned away... making sure her "Honey" could see her trotting off.

"Wait!" Diamond shouted. "Let me down!"

The older mare didn't stop or glance back... instead she began ascending the stairs and, once she got to the top, reached out the door and clicked the light off. Except for the light coming from the top steps, Diamond was in complete darkness.

"Hey, don't leave me here!"

The door slammed shut... for a bit. In a few hours at most Buttercup wagered Diamond would be singing a different tune.

Though she was actually a little mad, Buttercup felt strangely satisfied as she shut the door. This would be a fun mare to have... plump, young and cute. In a few months things would get easier. It always got easier -- feedings got easier, changings got easier, but then they stopped moving or died. Ironhoof always had inadvertently saw to that if they fought too much. To keep them calm he would poisoned them with his sedatives, a side effect. He had to, otherwise there would just be yelling, crying, and constant struggling always. Buttercup didn't want that for this one. She was too cute.