Different Kinds of Love

Twilight's eyelids felt like lead. She desperately didn't want to get up and face the day, but knew she had little choice in the matter. She shifted in her bed, warm sheets beckoning her to sleep a while longer, and felt something cold and mushy press against her bottom. The audible 'squish' sound that followed made her blush.

Oh yeah, I kind of forgot about that.

Her still very-much-used diaper still clung to her waist, stink wafting through the air as a reminder of just what she had used it for. Wrapped around her body was the pink nightie she'd put on, it's warmth like blankets.

Last night's events replayed in her mind, though what specifically came to the forefront was that ominous green flash that had disrupted her little pleasure session. Although the initial panic had long since faded, that one light gave her cause for anxiety.

What had it been? Just some moonlight reflecting off something weird? A pony's magic? A camera flash?

To be fair, she didn't know of any cameras or pony magic that had that sickly green color. It was quite possible that she'd imagined the entire ordeal.

Twilight finally opened her eyes, groaning at the influx of light that assaulted her pupils. Had she already turned the lights on? Maybe she just never turned them off last night. She blinked and allowed her eyes to adjust, rolling over and expecting to see her empty room before her.

Instead she saw a bar. Several of them to be exact.

She blinked with confusion, looking around. It appeared that bars were lined all around her bed.

No, wait a minute... this wasn't her bed... this was a... a...

"A CRIB?!" Twilight practically shouted.

She glanced around again just to be sure, but she was undoubtedly, undeniably sitting in an adult sized foal crib. Normally a situation like this would be a part of her fantasies, but she knew for sure that she didn't conjure one up last night, so why was she in one now?

"Am I dreaming?" Twilight asked. She looked around her room.

No, not her room.

Wherever she was, it looked like a nursery. Pink wallpaper with foalish designs on them like rattles and bottles covered the walls. The floor was carpeted, colored magenta, and littered with baby paraphernalia. There was a playpen to the right and a changing table to the left that looked big enough for her. Across the room she spied a door, which seemed to be the only way out since there appeared to be no windows.

Definitely not her room.

"I have to be dreaming," Twilight decided. There was no other explanation, right? Obviously her subconscious had crafted an extremely detailed nursery for her after she'd failed to get off in her diapers before falling asleep. That was the only explanation Twilight could see. She pinched herself, just to be on the safe side, and grunted at the sudden pain. She wasn't dreaming.

She sat up, mushing the contents of her diaper against her rear end and lighting her loins of fire. Twilight had been right about one thing, she'd failed to climax last night, leaving a wave of lingering desires that she would have to fight down if she wanted to figure out what was going on.

Thinking about what she should do, Twilight noticed that her crib appeared much too tall for her to simply climb out of.

Okay, no big deal. I'll just teleport and--

She tried to ignite her horn, but nothing happened. Worry shot through her and she tried again. Still nothing. She reached up and felt something metallic wrapped around the base.

"What is going on?" Twilight whispered, now genuinely concerned. To be cut off from her magic made her feel vulnerable; the filled diaper, nightie, and nursery certainly not helping in that regard. "H-Hello?" she called out, wondering if anypony was nearby who might hear her. She certainly didn't want anypony to see her in this embarrassing state, but she wanted to stay stuck in this embarrassing state even less.

She heard the door to the nursery click unlocked and saw the knob begin to turn.

Her heart thumped in fear. Okay, maybe she really didn't want anypony to see her in her current state. The door swung open to reveal...

"Princess Celestia?"

Twilight's jaw unhinged as the tall white alicorn stepped into the room. How had she found her? Did she know what had happened?

Her questions demanded answers, but first Twilight snapped back to reality at the realization that her mentor was looking at her in a used diaper. Twilight quickly made attempts to cover herself and blushed, but this only made Celestia give out an amused giggle.

"I thought I heard something. Looks like my little filly is awake," she cooed in a very condescending tone.

"I... what?" Twilight blinked.

Celestia took a step forward and sniffed the air. "Uh oh, did somepony make an oopsie while she was going beddy-bye?"

Twilight shifted, the mess under her squishing loudly. "I... n-no! I did this before I fell asleep!" She mentally kicked herself for saying that. Celestia giggled wildly, causing her to blush. "W-what's going on, anyway?" Twilight demanded of her teacher. "Where am I? Why am I in a crib? What--"

Celestia cut her off with even more giggling. "Oh, Twily. Surely you've figured it out by now, silly filly. I'm the reason you're here."

"Y-you?"

Princess Celestia nodded. "I've known about your little fetish for a while now, Twilight."

Twilight's face flushed further and she pressed her legs together it a pitiful attempt to hide the diaper. It only succeeded in pushing the cold, wet padding against her marehood, sending shivers of pleasures through her. Even in her current situation she had to force down her desires in order to focus. "Y-You have?"

"But of course. It only took a few times of walking into your study room back at the castle and smelling the scent of used diapers to figure it out." Princess Celestia smiled wryly.

Her face flushed with embarrassment. Had she really been that careless when she used to live in Canterlot?

"Oh, but don't worry, Twilight." Celestia moved closer to her, resting her chin on the top of the crib. "You'll be happy to know that I'm not displeased at all with you."

"You aren't?" Twilight blinked. Equal parts relief and confusion filled her.

Celestia giggled again. "No, of course not. Did you think I would set up this entire nursery for you if I didn't?"

Her eyes widened and she looked around the room again. Princess Celestia really had done this? For her?

Twilight's heart pounded. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that her mentor would do something like this. Especially if she had found out about her... desires. She felt herself lifting up from the crib. Her diaper sagged as she floated into the air, and it only took her a second to realize that Celestia was using her magic.

"To be perfectly honest, Twilight," Celestia purred. "I find the sight of you wearing a filthy diaper to be..." She leaned in, putting her mouth parallel to Twilight's ear as she whispered the next word sensually. "...arousing."

Twilight's entire face burst into a blush so powerful she could no longer resist it. This... this couldn't possibly be happening, right? Not only was Celestia--Princess Celestia--not completely disgusted with her, but she was aroused too? She swallowed nervously as her mentor pulled away, eyes half-lidded and mouth creased in a sly grin.

Twilight felt weak in the legs. This was actually happening. It went far beyond her wildest dreams, but it was still real! She couldn't contain a smile from breaking out on her face. She also couldn't contain a strong urge to touch herself, put Celestia's magical grip prevented that.

Slowly, she felt herself drifting towards Celestia, who in turn closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Twilight squirmed with delight, realizing what she wanted. She pressed her thighs together, squishy padding pushed once again into her marehood, and closed her eyes, preparing to receive Celestia's kiss.

Their muzzle's inched closer and closer, until the hair on Celestia's tickled her. Twilight was about to explode with anticipation. She wanted to squeal, she wanted to masturbate, she wanted to hold Celestia and kiss her like there was no tomorrow.

She wanted this so bad.

Then everything stopped. Her drifting to Celestia's lips halted by the same force holding her up, and her mentor completely stopped. For a brief second they hung there, lips inches apart.

And then Celestia started laughing.

Twilight's eyelids shot open as Princess Celestia reared back and laughed ferociously. Confusion overtook Twilight immediately.

"W-what are you doing?" She whimpered, mouth still longing for the kiss that she'd been so close to getting.

Celestia's magic cut out and Twilight dropped to the crib. She landed on her bottom, diaper crinkling and squishing as her cold mess spread along her thighs. Her confusion masked the arousal that came with it, however.

Celestia continued laughing, breaking away from the crib. Twilight was still dazed from what was going on, but she noticed Celestia's horn was still glowing a deep... sickly... green.

Oh no.

With a flash, Celestia morphed. Her slender, white legs became black and filled with holes. Her ethereal mane became teal and ratty. Her wings went from feathery to insect-like. Her body became a carapace, and her face became that of...

Chrysalis.

The changeling Queen stood before her, cackling maniacally. Twilight's confusion was multiplied, as well as her embarrassment. "W-what's going on?" She stammered.

Chrysalis kept laughing, eventually catching enough breath to speak. "Oh... hahaha! Oh stars, you actually fell for it! HAHA! You thought... you were about to kiss... Celestia! Ahahahaha!"

Twilight's face was as red as a tomato. She really wished her magic was working so she could teleport away from here. "W-what did you do, Chrysalis! What's going on?"

Finally, the Queen of the Changelings was on the verge of calming down. She choked out her last laughs and took a deep breath before grinning at the trapped mare. "It's not obvious, Twilight? I thought a mare as smart as yourself could've figured it out by now. You didn't honestly think Princess Celestia would've indulged in your fetish, did you?"

Twilight gritted her teeth, refusing to think about that fact that only a few seconds ago she'd been completely fooled, and about to kiss the mare in front of her. "I gathered that much."

Chrysalis grinned and gestured to the space around them. "So it's pretty unlikely that she was the one who put all this together for you, right?"

Twilight bowed her head, unable to look at the delighted gleam of triumph in Chrysalis' eyes. "Yeah..." Suddenly her head jolted up. "Wait, you did all of this?"

"Correct!" Chrysalis clapped her hooves together. "Knocking you out was the easy part compared to getting a crib that was your size. And don't even get me started on how long it took to renovate this room of the hive to look like an actual-"

"Why?"

Chrysalis paused, and grinned. "Why indeed. Why, oh why, would a being that survives on love kidnap a pony and theme her captive's room based around her fetish?" Chrysalis leaned in, showing her teeth. "A fetish that she loves..."

Understanding dawned on Twilight Sparkle. She shifted, backing up to a corner of the crib and away from her captor, desperately trying and failing to reach her magic. "You... You kidnapped me to... feed off my fetish?

"Somepony give the filly a prize." Chrysalis applauded slowly.

Even in her current, messy, desperate state, Twilight's natural curiosity kicked in. "I didn't even know that changelings could feed off of... that."

"Oh there are many different kinds of love, Twilight." Chrysalis patted her head condescendingly. "But your love for wearing that, uh... garment, is by far one of the richest sources I've ever seen. It rivals your brother's love for Cadance even! My drones detected it not too long ago. You see, I wanted to keep tabs on you after the little... wedding incident. Imagine my surprise when after only a week of spying on you, they came back with enough love to feed the entire hive for a month! I couldn't let an opportunity such as that pass up, especially after how weak the hive has become since the wedding."

"S-so what are you going to do to me?" Twilight whispered.

Chrysalis' lip twitched in agitation at the fear that seeped into her voice. "I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you think. It'd be downright stupid to do that to my meal ticket." She put her hoof under Twilight's chin and lifted it up to face her. "No, I'm going to keep you here and make sure you keep giving off love in droves. While I may not understand your passion for this... fetish, I do understand that the longer you stay like this, the more love there is for me and my changelings. So I'll baby you for as long as I can."

She twitched in anticipation. To be treated like a foal indefinitely? It was almost a dream come true. Almost, provided that she was willing to give up everything for it. And she wasn't. "You won't get away with that!" Twilight said. "My friends will--"

"Wake up tomorrow morning and be greeted by a perfect replica of you," Chrysalis finished. She winked. "That's the benefit of having a race of shape-shifters willing to do your bidding. You see Twilight, for you, going back to your old life isn't an option. Nopony will know you're gone, so nopony will come to save you. And as for escape... ha! This room will only open in response to my magic, while yours is currently unavailable, thanks to my inhibitor ring. Face it, babykins, you're going nowhere."

Twilight gulped. She was trapped by someone who wanted to make her their foal... It was her biggest fantasy and worst nightmare all rolled up into one. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about this, besides terrified... and a little excited. Chrysalis backed away, heading for the door.

"I suppose I'll let you sleep for the rest of the night. You're going to need all the rest you can get, Twily-Wily."

Twilight squirmed at the nickname, feeling the mush below her shift. "W-wait!" she called out to Chrysalis. She paused at the door. "Aren't you going to change me?"

Chrysalis laughed again. "Now why would I do that when you clearly love it so much?"

Twilight bit her lip, but suddenly found a pacifier being magically shoved in her mouth.

"Sleep tight little one," Chrysalis cackled as she left the room. The door shut with a thud.

Twilight slumped to the side, suckling the pacifier for what little comfort it would give. Now alone, the urge to masturbate came back, but at the same time she didn't feel like it. Instead she was just overwhelmed with sheer disbelief at her current situation. She couldn't process it all, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel... a little giddy in the midst of her confusion.

She pressed her head to the one pillow lying in the crib, trying to force the feeling down as she went to sleep.

This can't be happening...

this can't be happening...

this can't be happening...