Magical Mystery Nursery #2

Chapters

Like a Rolling Stone
Cabin Essence
Hello, Goodbye

Like a Rolling Stone

R O L L U P T O T H E M A G I C A L N U R S E R Y T O U R S T E P R I G H T T H I S W A Y !

“Well what do you mean; we can’t keep my nursery running if we can’t find a participant? What difference does it make?” A prestigious purple alicorn asked her mentor, following suit, right behind her.

The one and only Celestia turned around and stared down at her pupil. With an annoyed town in her voice, she huffed, “We literally can’t keep powering your weird sex dungeon. I know you want to know what it’s like for an ageist to play around with stuff, but if someone in Ponyville figures out what you’ve done created. There will be no credibility for you or your new kingdom.”

“But Celestia, I’ve literally spent months getting things together. It’s not my fault I can’t find another pony interested in age play. It’s not like fetishes are common talk after all.” Twilight interjected, following her fellow Princess down the secret crystal stairway in her own private chambers.

Ignoring her student’s comment, Celestia opened the two foot thick iron door and looked inside the nursery. To her astonishment, Twilight really did seem to have put together something uniquely crafted. The whole room was decorated like a Canterlot filly’s own nursery. With everything coated in some shade of pink, whether it be the padding of the crib or the baby walker.

With a sickened Curiosity, Princess Celestia stepped inside and took a look around. Aside from the aforementioned furniture, there were also a dozen other pieces of what would ussually be foal furniture, in their own respective wooden or plastic bases and filly like cushion designs. What came as even more of a shock was the back section of the room.

Past the plush white carpet and the foal furniture was a hard tiled area blocked off with a white plastic play pen of sorts. There was a chrome fridge, basic cooking equipment, a robot, and an array of locked cabinets. Most important of all though, was a glass ball that was half buried into the wall.

“Hmm. Interesting.” Celestia commented, opening the playpen and looking at the orb.

Nervously, Twilight followed behind and kept quiet. She didn’t want to upset the Princess any more than she already had.

Celestia looked over at the robot, then back at the orb. “Interesting. So this nursery is all powered by your magic correct Twilight? You shoot it into this orb and that’s how everything outside the fridge is powered, including the robot?” She asked, thinking about her options for the situation.

“Correct.” Twilight said, sitting her plump and awkward backside onto the soft white carpet that covered the majority of the nursery’s floor.

“I think we both know who the test subject should be…” Celestia said lighting up her horn. Suddenly, the orb glowed white and the room’s electronics sprang to life.

“Wait-no. Celestia, I can’t be the test subject. Whos going to write down the notes, or read the observations? Who’s gonna watch the footage?” She panicked, hopping up on her hooves. Her eyes immediately stumbled upon the camera that hid itself inside a fake wooden tapestry.

“I’ll get one of my more responsible student’s to observe you. At least they won’t do something so stupid as to build a dungeon without a single volunteer.” Celestia smirked, turning her tail to her student and making her way out of the nursery, locking the door behind with her magic.

Twilight looked around panicked. She prepared for everything that could’ve gone wrong with the room, except for being her own subject. The real problem is, the amount of control the room gave her A.I hadn’t been toned down and her own magic was null in comparison.

From the corner of the room, emerged a silver robot with the form of a mare, but the appendage of a male. Its eyes lit up with the white magic and it made its way unto the nursery’s carpeted ground. “Hello. My name is Error. Welcome to the Perfect Baby simulation.” It said, lighting up it’s aesthetic horn; it was really the room itself controlling the magic.

Almost immediately, Twilight felt her limbs harden and found it was impossible to budge and inch. She looked up at the robot who was closing in on her perimeter and grimaced.

“Before the program begins, let me read over the base settings. I’m programed to act sexually, to preform sexual deeds, and to use force on a rising scale. For the duration of this period,” It paused in silence, trying to scan it’s files for a name. Ignoring the name list, it proceeded, “‘it’ will be required to follow all my instructions and I am permitted to use force if necessary. All secessions of mine will be recorded. Any questions?”

Twilight blinked. It acted as if she could actually speak with the magic holding her down. “Err Mayin mshtake.” She yelled, behind her lips. It didn’t seem to make a difference anyway, her robot wasn’t going to change its mind without a magic override.

“Good.” The robot said, walking over to the mare. Using its autonomous strength, it hoisted the mare into the air like a small foal. The thing was only the size of Celestia, but that didn’t stop it from holding Twilight in a cradle. “Now tell me, what’s your name?”

Sighing, the purple mare whimpered, “I-It’s Twilight.” Looking up at the incredible machine, she frowned. The face was a stoic, it had sharp teeth like a timber wolf, and it looked evil. It was defiantly not proper mommy material.

“Twilight? Are, well that name won’t do. I think Twily is more appropriate.” It cooed, walking the ‘child’ over to the changing table and setting it on the faded pink matt.

Twilight watched as a set of robotic hands sprang out of the sides and held her neck and appedages down. It was funny, how it all turned her on; being held down that is. But at the same time, she was too focused on how the hands were starting to chaff her.

“Awe, now what do we have here?” The robot asked rhetorically, looking down at Twilight’s sex. “Well well well, someone has clearly never had sex.” It teased, prodding the whole with its metal hoof.

The touch felt of ice and discomfort, making the alicorn throw her pelvis into the air against her will. Gasping, she watched in terror as a the machine retracted it’s hoof and brought out something a little bit more upleasent- a butt plug.

“Oh no no no. What is that for-no! No! Not-ooh-ahhhhh!!!!”

***

Twilight laid on the carpet, exhausted. Underneath her thickly padded backside was an anus that felt like it was being perpetually torn apart. Each internal tug it made vibrating her inside in the best way possible, but at the same time, she could move without stumbling around clumsily.

“Awe, poor baby…” The machine said, from thin air. The physical apparatus had retired itself for the time being. Now, it was the room itself that was calling the shots.

Taking a deep breath, the mare sighed. “L-leave me alone.” She said, unable to move. It’d been nearly ten minutes before she went through her ‘introduction’ and she was in no mood to do anything.

Forcefully, the room used it’s magic to bring Twilight to her hooves. “Listen baby. You’re not just a mare now, you’re less than that. You’re my doll.” It said, making the mare’s legs go still.

Awkwardly, the purple pony grimaced at the feeling that was tearing her tail hole apart. “S-stop.” She meekly whined as the machine made her inch her way over to what she could only assume was some sort of high chair. If she knew anything about this room’s food, she knew she was in trouble.

Against her will, she was lifted via magic into the highchair and forced to sit plainly on her butt. To her surprise, the tightening of her anus seized a bit, seeing as the separation of her ass cheeks opened some room for the butt plug to slide out some.

Magically. The Highchair in all its princess decorated glory, lifted its magic straps in the air and strapped it’s occupant in, rendering any escape even more feudal.

It was around this time, that Twilight realized she might have programed everything less like th room was taking care of a baby and more like it was holding a sex slave prisoner. Grimacing, she rested her front hooves on the table; only to realize that several things started itemizing around her.

In front of her, was a blue capsule, a bottle of slimy looking white ‘milk’, and what looked to be a mini-vac with no cord?

Looking down, she watched as a white aura circulated around the her hooves as well as the item’s on the table. To no surprise, she was being restrained and her jaw was slowly pried open. Forcedly, her head was tilted into the air, rendering her pov useless.

She felt the blue pill land on the back of her tongue. She gagged a bit, but the insertion of a rubber hose was quick to knock it down for her. She couldn’t feel anything at first, short of the widening of her throat muscles. But it soon became evident that the machine had activated, as she felt herself swallow an endless amount of mysterious mush, without ever having tasted it.

Rapidly, she could feel her esophagus expand and contract, letting out small burps around the minimal space that the tubes offered. Frowning, the mare could feel herself drooling from the side of her mouth and what felt like a small drop turned out to be a steady stream of cold saliva that fell messily on her fur and her plastic backed nappy.

Suddenly, the tube retracted itself. Twilight leaned forward about to vomit, but the magical force that controlled everything shoved her head against the cushiony pink surface of the high chair.

Tearing up a bit, Twilight shook her head. She didn’t want to be here anymore. This wasn’t in her design, at least she didn’t think it’d be. She knew about the machines and the programming, but consent was supposed to be intended in all cases.

“Good girl, Twily.” A white orb complimented whizzing in front of the distraught pony. With a literal emotionless glow, it pulsated in the air.

“I-I hate this.” She gasped, in between breaths. “I-I want out. Let me out.” She whined, to no avail.

“I’m afraid that’s beyond my power.” The orb said, taking control of the bottle that sat on top the stale white plastic tray. It levitated the bottle up to the mare’s lips, forcing it into her mouth, “As a foal, you have no will power and can’t make rational decisions. Don’t worry Twily, this room knows you better than you could ever know yourself. Even as we speak, that pill will do a thing or two to alter your perception.”

“Mmm? Mmmm!” Twilight moaned, kicking around in her padded throne wildly. How the A.I got it’s metaphorical hands on pills was beyond her. It was as if she made an error in the design of the room; the room’s magic was only supposed to make pre-approved items.

“Shh… It’s alright.” The floating metaphysical light eerily comforted the mare.

“Mmm…mmm…” The mare moaned, watching as the room and all its frilly décor disappeared into obscurity. She tried swatting at the ball of light, but as soon as she did a bright flash bang blinded her and she went unconscious.

***

“Well welcome sleepy head.” A certain orange coated mare cooed, walking idly around her new subject.

Twilight opened her eyes and looked up only to see a set of fiery red hair. It was none other than Sunset Shimmer and she was looking pretty darn happy.

Groggily, Twilight sat up only to realize that she was kinda weak at the hooves. The pressure hit her knees - then she felt her hooves bend the wrong way, and then she fell over; hitting her chin against a rubbery mat.

“Awe, poor baby.” Sunset cooed, stepping idly off the colorful foam mat, shutting a white plastic fence behind her. She peaked her eye through one of the various hole’s that the fencing had, “You know, Celestia had very high expectations once upon a time.”

“W-whadda you mean?” Twilight asked, sitting on her padded backside. Her butt plug was gone, but there was a bit of a hollow feeling that existed in her anus; almost like something else had found its way inside.

“Well…” Sunset panned, walking over to a panel by the side of the fencing. She smiled, flipping a switch, revealing that Twilight was now in a completely different nursery; one a bit less ‘pretty’.

“W-what the- how is there another nursery in Ponyville?” She asked, shivering a bit at the sheer dry coolness of the nursery. It was massive like a warehouse room, but furnished and modernized.

Puckering her eyes a bit, Sunset Shimmer smirked. “A-another one? Haha! You must be kidding me. You must have had one heck of a nightmare. My nursery is the only nursery in Ponyville Twilight, well no- technically the only one in Canterlot- at least the only adult one. And you are my first and only inhabitant.”

“No no no.” Twilight said, lighting up her horn, only to have her magic suppress itself sending a shock inducing headache into her skull. “Ow…” She moaned, rubbing her forehead.

Sunset giggled a bit, “Hehe. Celestia must have put you in one heck of a trans. Well, to catch you up on things. Your little kink dungeon under your house was discovered. Unfortunately for you, Princess Celestia does not take kindly to wasted resources. So, your assets were scrapped and you are now officially my slave.”

“What? How am I your Slave? I’m a Princess!” Twilight commented, befuddled.

“There was a BIG lawsuit, following your little ‘Magical Mystery Nursery’ and unfortunately kidnapping your friend’s sister kinda breaks the ‘magical bond’ between friends.” Sunset said, using her magic to lift her ‘friend’ out of her prisoner’s play pen.

“W-what?” Twilight asked, blushing intensely. She didn’t mean to ‘kidnap’ Sweetie Belle per say; she was just running a social experiment.

“Yeah, funny thing about kidnapping…” Sunset smiled, guiding Twilight into a stance position with her hooves. She smiled, inching up behind her new baby slave. “It’s only allowed if you bought the pony.” She giggled, digging her snout into the thick padding that coated her friend’s backside.

Twilight flinched, instinctively falling on her front hooves, raising her diapered hindquarters into the air. She bit the room’s white carpet, feeling her padding ram against and slightly into her hollowed tail hole.

“Ooh, well trained too.” Sunset complimented, using a hoof to lower her friend’s backside to the ground, along with the rest of her body. She smiled, climbing on top of her mare friend, “I see whatever kinda sedatives Celestia forced fed you, must have had some adverse side effects.”

Twilight swallowed hard. She was a slave now. It was hard to believe, but it was true apparently. If it wasn’t true, she didn’t want to know; she was into age play after all. Blushing, she turned her head up to face her new ‘owner’. “It wasn’t the drugs. I’ve always been a fucked up kinda mare.” She said, giving her new dominatrix a coy smile.

“Ooh, a Kinky filly. Well you’re going to be fun.” Sunset said, smiling a tad a bit. She climbed off then walked in front of her friend, laying infront of her. “The real fun thing is, unlike Sweetie Belle. You’re a public shame, a nobody, I could hump you in public and no one would bat an eye. And I do intend on humiliating you.”

Twilight felt her face warm up. Her hair suddenly felt like a mess and her eyes went kinda blurry. She was a nobody, an outcast, except now she was obligated to do nothing. It was a strangely liberating thought.

Sunset looked her new slave in her magenta eyes and turned her head to the side. Grinning in kind, she giggled. “Hmm, you’re taking this surprisingly well.” She complimented.

“I know. Well- the last thing I can remember was being stuck in some sort of Nightmare. This is a bit of a relief. But w-what of my friends though? Where are they?” The slave mare asked, quite concerned.

Sunset grimaced. Blushing a bit, she avoided looking at her friend. “Well. They didn’t take too kindly to the kidnapping. So- they probably would just ignore you if they saw you. No harsh feelings, but you really are trash.”

“I see.” Twilight said, looking idly into space. It was strange, but she didn’t feel anything for some reason. Like her connection had been severed and anything short of her and Sunset’s bond didn’t matter. Her eyes opened wide when she realized what she just thought, “Wait-what?”

“Ask yourself blank flank.” Sunset joked, standing up. Ignoring her frantic slave, she used her horn to the highlight her friend’s flank with a light spell. To her expectations, the cutie mark appeared for just a split second before disappearing.

Twilight looked back but felt nothing as she looked at her blank purple flank. She looked over at Sunset and frowned, “W-what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” Sunset reassured, walking over to Twilight. Conjuring up a spell, she made several things pop out of the air. A tiara appeared on Sunset’s head, along with several projections of the remaining Elements of Harmony. Very prideful, she jeered, “You see, Celestia figured that with me being the new link between you and your former friends. It’d be best to give you a literal fresh start.”

“W-well what does that mean? I-I was something special.” Twilight said, defensively.

Sunset boasted like a snobby brat, “You were! But you’re not anymore.” She said, sending the tiara and the holograms elsewhere. “But, without your legacy and friends, you’re really a nobody with no talent. So, Celestia and I cut a deal. I continue on your studies of a Magical Mystery Nursery and you can at least serve as my faithful foal. Beats a dungeon, doesn’t it?”

“B-But I’m better than a foal.” Twilight indignantly whined.

“But- you’re really not. You’re my pet and nothing else.” Sunset said, sternly, “I guess I’ll have to prove that to you.”

Cabin Essence

“Hmm, so many options.” Sunset said, pacing around her toy. She smirked, looking at her girl’s perky padded flank, it was so cute- especially without it’s cutie mark. She raised a hoof and smashed it against Twilight’s plump behind and making the diaper recede and crinkle as she did so.

“Ah-what are you doing?” Twilight asked, a bit concerned.

“Nothing, just testing you out a bit.” The fire maned pony smiled, deviously patting her property’s padded backside.

A bit discontent over her current situation, Twilight sparkle sat down on the carpeted floor. She raised an eyebrow, looking around at the nursery and all its majesty. It was about a sissy and pink as you could get, aside from one section that was dedicated for everything bondage related; it had a curtain around it though.

“Hmm, curious. I’m not exactly sure when the last time you ate was. Do you wanna eat?” Sunset asked, walking around idly.

Twilight thought about the prospect but shook her head. She was feeling way too dizzy and disoriented to eat anything. Come to think of it, she was feeling a bit nauseous, which wasn’t helping out much.

“Hmm, well maybe mommy wants to feed her big pony doll?” Sunset teased, using her tail to brush Twilight’s side. Her horn lit up and used its magic to circle around Twilight’s hind legs.

Twilight, against her will, collapsed onto her diapered backside causing the pressure in her stomach to advert itself elsewhere. Unfortunately for Twilight, elsewhere was out of her.

She panicked, feeling her tummy shift and turn over and over. It didn’t help that Sunset’s calibrated magic sped up the process. “S-sunset no. I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to, you say?” Sunset asked, turning off her magic for only a split second. “Well now you have to.” She said, forcing her magic upon Twilight with even more tenacity.

“Mmm-nng.” Twilight moaned, feeling her anus expand and contracted as a warm mess emptied into her awaiting diaper.

Sunset smiled, watching as gravity did’s it work and Twilight sat on her dirty bottom, spreading her humiliation.

Twilight would have frowned, but the cringe worthy sensation of a her accident only complimented the foul stench that trekked behind her now. She couldn’t believe it; she hadn’t had an accident since she was in Magic Kindergarten.

“Awe, did baby have a wittle uh-oh?” Sunset asked, smiling. She walked behind her foal and smelled her backside, “Ew, you did poop yourself didn’t you?”

Blushing a deep shade of red, Twilight shook her head. She wasn’t mentally ready to admit what happened to her.

“Awe, well I guess my baby would have no problem playing, while mommy goes to run some errands.” Sunset said, highlighting her foal with the glow of her horn. By the direction her hoof was pointing, it was evident that Sunset intended on sticking her in some sort of baby bouncer.

“N-no. I take it back. I had an accident. A big one!” Twilight whined, not wanting to enter into the pink harness like contraption.

“What?” Sunset asked, using her horn to miraculously spawned a regular ball gag into her slave’s mouth. It was handy having the tools she needed just hanging around.

Very slowly, Twilight watched as her hooves were carefully laced around the base of the baby bouncer and her padded bottom filled it in like water in a glass.

“I’ll be back in thirty.” Sunset set, before teleporting out of the room.

It was around this time that Twilight realized there was no entrance and exit. Only a trapping.

***

Some fifteen minutes passed by that the mare had to endure the stench, humiliation, and boredom that came along with idly bouncing up and down in her state of bondage.

What really was starting to get on her nerves was the overwhelming feeling of dampness right below her lips where the ball gag prevented her from stopping the drool; let alone the saliva that dripped onto her chest and the water proof exterior of her diaper.

She moaned, using a hoof to glide over the front of her seat. As much as she pushed on the seat, only thing she could feel was the diaper’s absorbent plushiness brush up against her inner thighs. She couldn't even pleasure herself in the contraption. All she could do was dangle helplessly, like an little lantern from the ceiling.

“Mmm suu bor-” she muttered, her words muffled by the painfully thick pink gag that wrapped around her head. She wanted to yell, but it was no use. She was probably a hundred feet underground in some deserted land.

She stared forward at one of the many cameras that followed her every movement around the room. She couldn’t believe she was being kept like a pet, or even worse, like a little foal.

Focusing her magic on the camera, she tried to use her magic. But, as soon as her horn lit up a white light extinguished her flame and she felt her tummy getting fuller again. She really couldn’t use magic. The sudden pain whipped up a sharp realization in her mind; she really was stuck like a baby.

She whined louder, unable to utter any legitimate words as she continued feeling her soiled nappy stick to and press down against her equally as dirty rump.

“Hehe, I’m back.” Sunset cooed, popping out of nowhere in a magical poof. She walked behind her bouncing little foal and smiled. “Hehe, you’re still as messy as I left you. Why didn’t you atleast take the ball gag out of your mouth? It’s not like you had your hooves bound up.” She teased, using her magic to lift her foal out of her contraption.

Twilight grimaced, a bit annoyed that she didn’t think of it herself. Maybe she was just as dumb as a foal. Very slowly, she was sat on her backside and hind legs and told to sit in place.

“Now without moving. Can Twily ask for ‘changies’?” The golden mare asked, mischievously.

“An-iees” Twilight tried to vocalize.

Snickering, the golden mare smiled, “Try again.”

“An-iees, An-iees.” Twilight whined, sobbing a bit in dismay. She didn’t care how pathetic she looked, she just wanted out of her nappy.

“Awe, looks like some baby likes her messy baby bottom.” The golden pony cooed, using her hoof to slowly pull back the elastic on the rear side of her baby’s diaper.

Twilight paused for a second but then broke into an uncontrollable fit of sobbing and anxiety. “I wan an-iees!” She professed, pitifully.

“Fine.” Trixie said, using her magic to bring her baby back on all fours. She manually detached the back of the ball gag from Twilight’s mouth and let it fall on the floor; to be used for later. “Tell me this though. Does Twilight like using her nappy?”

“Yes.” Twilight responded immediately, trying anything she could to affirm to whatever Sunset Shimmer wanted.

Sitting down, Sunset Shimmer smirked. “That doesn’t sound very genuine. But, whatever. We need to get you changed.” She said, teleporting the mare onto the changing table with a spark of her horn.

Twilight instantly felt herself fall about an inch onto what she could only imagine was a changing table. She could feel the cold vinyl creep up her spine, the mobile twinkle and chime overhead, and the sulky feeling a her nappy hang idly around her waist.

To her surprise, it wasn’t Sunset Shimmer, but instead a set of magical red hands that worked the diaper off her body. She could feel the icky mess being wiped off her fur, she could see her old messy diaper being taped shut snugly around itself, and could here as various new supplies like powder and oil were used to pamper her.

Twilight held her hind quarters in the air, waiting for process to be over with. It really didn’t hel that the sensation of holding her backside into the air was also crunching at her waist. It was like no matter how much she used the bathroom earlier, the feeling of a ‘full tummy’ never quite vanished.

Ignoring that fact, Twilight looked up curiously at the mobile overhead. It had a pastel coloured castle, princess pony, sun, and an array of hanging words which she couldn’t read for some reason. She kept trying to focus, but every time she read the word ‘royalty’ and ‘kindness’ her eyes would skim over them.

“Having fun?” Sunset asked, pacing up to the changing table. Using a small step stool, she used it as a vantage point to see what her changing table was up to.

“Ooh, is that your little flower? Awe, you know I could always tell you were a virgin.” Sunset jeered, watching as a magical set of hands brought out something new from underneath the oak changing table’s shelf.

“No.” Twilight denied, trying to avoid contact with her owner. Curiously, she lifted her chin in the air a bit to see what was being wrapped around her waist. To her surprise, it was a little glass egg.

She watched as the small object slowly slid into her glistening sex, nestling into a spot she rarely touched. And rarely touched is how it would stay, as a second and very much more prominent object arose from below her line of sight.

“Is that Twily’s new underwear? Awe, she’s gonna look so nice in public with it.” Sunset cooed, feeling deviously inspired. She took the responsibility of diapering her slave personally, choosing to lift and wrap Twilight’s bottom accordingly.

When she set down her foal’s legs, over an inch of padding separated Twilight’s backside from the changing table.

“W-wha? What do you mean public?” Twilight asked, in heightened tone of voice. Anxiously, she sat up only to be forced back down by the room’s magic presence.

Sunset teleported her foal onto the rug in front of her, then placed a single loving hoof on the front of the plain white poof ball that was the nappy. “I mean, I’m gonna parade you around like a little prize and maybe do some other stuff while you’re there.”

Twilight blushed intensely, but lied still on the ground as her superior paced idly around her. Her mind rushed with a plethora of situations that she could be saved in, but none of them seemed plausible; at least if what she was told was truthful. And with her own horn suppressed and her wings rendered useless, there was a good chance she was being told the truth.

“Now…” Sunset sounded, walking over to the changing table that was right beside her. From its oak drawers, she pulled out a set of four pinkish balloon looking devices that seemed to be just the right size for Twilight little hooves. “I’m gonna put these on you from enjoying your own company a little too much.”

“Why would you bother with that?” Twilight asked, a bit tiredly as a the set of pony-based mittens were shoved then tied onto each hoof. There was literally nothing she could do short of bludgeoning Sunset that’d get her out of her predicament and even then she’d still be stuck in a room in the middle of nowhere Equestria.

Sunset gave another one of her devious little smiles as she tied the last on the booties up. “Because, you need to understand something Twilight.” Sunset cooed, helping her fool unto her hooves. Aiming her horn directly at Twilight’s neck, she used her magic to reveal one final very crucial piece of the puzzle. A pink collar that was inscribed with every sense of demining connotation and Twilight’s societal value.

“Hmm?” The purple mare asked, lazily standing on all her fours. She looked down at her tag, but quickly was nudged from behind back in the direction of the playpen she started out in.

Very slowly, the owner pushed her make believe cattle into her pin and shut the gate shut. Smiling, she locked the gate. “You know, I had the option to just pay your bail and you would have been freed. But, I didn’t want another friend Twilight. From the moment I stepped back into Equestria, I’ve always wanted a title, let alone a trophy for it. And with you out of the picture, I have both those things.”

“So?” Twilight asked in a sulky tone of voice. She rolled her eyes, turning away from her owner.

Smirking, the golden pony grinned. “You don’t understand Twilight. I know all of this might not have of caught up to you yet, but I’m going to make you not only a foal, but also a dependent one. Sure I could fry your brain and make you my slave that way, but that’d be too easy. I’d rather make it rot.” She said, before disapeering into the a poof of red magic.

“Hmm.” Twilight questioned, watching as her master disappeared elsewhere. Not that it mattered. But, she was once again left by herself in a room that didn’t interest her.

***

Many hours had passed since Twilight had seen her captor. Although with the room and it’s ominous warm white lightening, she really couldn’t tell time anymore. There was a big persian pink framed clock, but she was pretty sure it was just decoration because it practically unreadable.

Feeling melancholy, she stepped across the play pen and its colorful foam matting, sinking a her padded hooves with every step. After a few paces she approached some sort of giant white teddy bear; one that nearly doubled her size.

It’d been years since she even seen a teddy bear, but then again it’d been years since she’d worn diapers. Anyway, the sensation she got when she touched the bear was admittedly unimpressive, it was essentially just a decorative pillow.

Still, she still found herself incredibly intrigued by the stitch work after a while, as well as the fabric. It was almost as if the fabric was like a type of velvet cotton.

Of course, she couldn’t just prod at the bear with her hoof. Her hooves were desensitized by a layer of some sort of finely knitted fabric. So, she leaned in and gave it a big hug. To her dismay, her weight accidently toppled the bear over, leaving her in a bit of a predatory position.

She stared idly at the bear, but then realized what she could do to pass the time. Curiously, she slouched her lower back and tried to gently hump the bear; but to no avail.

A bit disappointed, she slumped right on top of the bear. Gripping it tightly and humping it with all her strength. Again, to no avail. No matter how hard she pressed, all she could muster was a brisk contact of her flower from her soft cotton nappy.

Sitting up, she pouted sourly. She really wished she could do something, anything to pass the time. She wasn’t hungry, she wasn’t tired, and she especially wasn’t entertained.

Unfortunately for the poor captive, the clock struck a curtain time and the magic workings of the room came back fully online. The mare didn’t notice at first, but very gradually, she was lifted under the arms and carried slowly over to a very cushy looking seat.

Twilight dropped down about an inch or two into the chair, then sunk backwards to get the full comfort of the padded chair. Her legs were separated by the inner bar that connected the tray to the chair, as well as for a set of cuffs that hooked to the chair right over booties.

At first, she thought her fore hooves were safe from the magically locked shackles. But the same magic that forced her into the highchair, also forced her fore hooves to restraints that met squarely on the tray itself.

She watched in a quiet panic as several items came magically wizzing around. Sunset must have done her research too, because she choose the one exact type of food that she hated most; cheesy food. At least, that’s what the goop looked like and there was a lot of it.

She tried looking at every other direction but forward. She looked at the white carpet, the hard wood floors, the baby walker, the annoyingly well plastered ceiling, and eventually generically girly nursery décor on the side wall.

But, the magic corrected her head and forced her to look squarely at the bookshelf with nameless children’s novels and the blatantly obvious hidden camera that dead panned her in the center.

She cringed at the first taste of the nastily cheesy yellow coloured mush. It made her gag every time, forcing her throat to convulse, but she was never able to fully.

Every time she opened her mouth, she was forced to relive the smell sensation of fermented cheddar and worst of all, had to swallow each spoon full like a living slug. They weren’t small spoonful’s either, they were tablespoons and the ‘baby jar’ of food was a real container. She begged that it wasn’t the only type of food she packed.

After several minutes of lazily clutching her stomach and waiting, the fully grown mare was still strangely left in her high chair.

“Great.” She muttered to herself, laying her back against the cushy pink padding of her high chair; dipping her head backwards. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting for something to happen in her play pen, she was now stuck in an even more contrive and restrictive spot.

She tried budging the high chair’s restraints, but she couldn’t get enough momentum to make a significant impact.

She looked up at the ceiling, taking note of all it’s boring grainy like texture, then back over at the baby walker and it’s promising mobility. At least if she was in it, then she could maybe walk around a bit.

And then it happened. A poof of red smoke arose from the corner of the room next to the white plastic baby walker and as expected, Sunset Shimmer came out of the debris. The golden mare did a quick double take of her surroundings before proceeding forward.

“What do we have here?” Sunset questioned, stepping lightly across the room. She looked up at the mare-sized high chair and smiled. “Awe, did Twilight get her nom noms?”

Huffing, the little slave didn’t respond. Deciding to instead, greet her owner with a snobbish chin raise and scoff.

Sunset rolled her eyes and smiled nicely as her horn lit up. “Now baby, don’t be like that. I just want to help you enjoy living a care free life. Now how about I make you a deal so you can have some fun.” She proposed, guiding the room’s magic presence to undo Twilight’s restraints.

Twilight watched in awe as she was lifted from her baby-esc throne and back onto the humble carpet with her ‘loving’ captor’s magic. “I’m listening.” She said, quite brazenly.

“Well, if you get in that crib and let me dress you up a bit. I’ll let you have a little free time by yourself. Or, you can go right back in your play pen and keep playing house with your little bear friend.” Sunset proposed, moving towards the room’s pink curtain. On it’s cold metallic walls, she pulled out several items of affection with her magic.

“A bit quick to the punch, but I guess I will.” Twilight agreed, watching as Sunset carefully pulled out several bondage like items.

Setting the items on the carpeted ground, Sunset revealed something very shocking. The items weren’t very ‘bondage’ like. At least, with the acceptation of a strait jacket and a little glass egg which one could only assume was a vibrator of sorts.

“Riveting, no?” the golden mare asked, rhetorically as she first picked up a set of noise canceling headphones. Placing them on Twilight’s head, she carefully adjusted the size so they clamped tight onto her foal’s head.

From that point on, Twilight was put in a cold sweat as she was forced to pay attention through her remaining four main senses. Of course, once her arms were shoved through the sleeves of her strait jacket, the allotting booties on her hooves made it near impossible to feel anything in a non-contrive manner.

Once again, and what would become a common theme, Twilight was lifted up by Sunset’s magic and place nice and squarely on top of a comfy pastel coloured baby-mare blanket. Her head fell back on some sweet smelling white pillows, which had a hand stitched bunny and farmhouse design on them. From a purely visual standpoint, she shared her space with several plush animal residents inside her egg shell white crib.

Rolling on her back, Twilight looked idly up at the second mobile she’d seen in the room. Likewise, the mobile above her was very feminine and naturalistic in design. It has several animals, cropped with a pink outline which seemed to scream of ‘she’s a farm girl.’

It wasn’t very long until she felt the front of her cushy white pillow like nappy, being pulled forward. Followed up by the sense of the white glass egg slowly gliding down her inner thigh, and eventually, nestling itself snug in her vagina.

All of a sudden, she felt a sensation that she hadn’t yet felt before, the feeling of penetration. Which meant that not only was she about to finally have some ‘fun’, but that whatever Sunset put into her earlier wasn’t actually a sex toy.

A bit worried, the purple mare took a deep sigh and squinted as she felt the egg inside her vibrate very slowly and rhythmically with whatever beat the room’s magic aligned it to.

It would have been nice if it were pleasant, but the overwhelming sensation of gastral problems was already starting to hit her again and her stomach was already starting to hurt.

Turning on her side, she budged around in her little jacket a bit as she felt her flower blooming and rocking with every little tickle that came from her toy. Even more so rewarding was the ability to look right into Sunset’s eyes and stair her in her crystal like retinas as she thought about everything else they could do together.

She was devoid of all responsibility now after all and Sunset was responsible for everything that happened to her, including any sexually charged actions.

Very slowly, Twilight turned onto her stomach and began gently humping the cushy blanket, pounding her diaper up against it in a vain attempt to get the egg deeper inside her.

She closed her eyes and panted, feeling as her forehead seemingly lit on fire and her hair became more frizzed and frayed like an unkempt dog in conjunction. She felt her warm cheek rub up nicely against the bed’s cool surface, the vibrator shake her every internal orifice as she continued to love on it, and most importantly- she could listening to every deep breath and internal grunt, knowing that her new owner was just a few feet away enjoying it all.

Just as she was peeking, with her loins fully on fire and the juice of her vat was getting just hot enough to boil over.

Sunset Shimmer disappeared.

The room went black.

And Twilight got a cold reminder of who was really in control.

Hello, Goodbye

“Goodmorning, Sunshine!” The golden pony sang, appearing with the perky like motherliness that you’d expect of a care-taking pony.

She cranked her head into the sky for a second, using her magic to illuminate the room with its incandescent glow. Almost immediately, she was able to pinpoint Twilight’s whereabouts, which thankfully turned out to be still in the crib.

“Mmm, I don’t wanna get up.” Twilight whined, turning her head towards her caretaker. Her straitjacket kept her from getting off her tummy, let alone getting up on all four hooves. Between a messy diaper and a burning sensation of ecstasy that wouldn’t let off, she hardly got more than a few hours of sleep the night before.

Feeling a little bit friendlier than before, Sunset slowly crept up to the crib with a warm smile. “Awe, poor baby.” She cooed, opening up the side bars of the crib and climbing in. In a very delicate manner, she used her magic to seal the crib gate shut and then began mounting Twilight like a dog.

“What are you doing?” Twilight lazily asked, watching as one of Sunset Shimmer’s hooves appeared just inches away from her snout. Very slowly, she felt her caretaker’s weight slowly press her down against her cushy comforter.

“I’m just spending some time with my baby is all.” Sunset Shimmer cooed, resting her crotch on Twilight’s considerably mushy diaper. With an eager erotic charge, she slowly began humping Twilight’s pampered backside.

Almost immediately, Twilight could feel the contents of her nappy press firmly against her plump backside and spread around like icing on a cake. She blushed deeply, unable to move at all under the weight of the golden mare. “Stop.” She muttered, unable to do anything but shake her padded tushie a little bit.

“Ooh, isn’t that nice?” Sunset asked, grinding her crotch against her slave’s padded tushie. She could feel her lips slowly warm up at the touch of the friction. She nommed Twilight’s ear, enjoying its fuzzy texture on her tongue before coming about a revelation.

Smiling, she lit up with a brilliant idea. “Ooh, you know what would be really fun?” the golden mare asked rhetorically, as she climbed off her slave’s body. Using her magic, she enveloped her helpless pony friend in its glow and flipped her so her tummy faced the sky.

“What would be nice?” Twilight questioned, uncertain about her owner’s intentions. Maybe Sunset wanted to give her a change of view, or maybe even a kinky diaper change. But no, as soon as she was turned over, she could See Sunset Shimmer’s backside hovering just mere inches away from her face.

As soon as the purple mare tried to open her mouth, her tongue instantly met with the warm vanilla like taste of Sunset Shimmers budding flower. She could handle the taste and the texture of her lover’s wet gentiles, but the weight of Sunset Shimmer’s big behind was starting to press down on her snout in a painful way. Still, she kept licking little by little at a time.

“Oh my, what a smart wittle baby.” Sunset commented, impressed by Twilight’s acceptance of the situation. “You know, most ponies would at least ask before doing something like oral, but you’re just too eager to give, aren’t you?” Sunset teased, slowly rocking herself back and forth on Twilight’s face.

She enjoyed how Twilight really went in with her tongue. Every time her slave licked her, a sensation of love and ecstasy sent vibrations. She could feel her face and body warm up from the overwhelming pleasure of the sexual caressing.

Twilight kept looking up, desperately licking to get her owner off her face. No matter how hard and how deep she went with her tongue, Sunset wouldn’t let off. Eventually, frustration took over her emotions and she began sobbing in a fit of rage.

“Good baby.” The golden pony cooed some more, as she patiently grinded on her slave’s face with her ravenous sex drive. Feeling herself come close to her tipping point, she stopped and hung her mouth open slightly as her flower convulsed directly onto Twilight’s tongue.

As the excitement for the golden mare calmed down and her libido seized to entertain her anymore, she sat up from her Slave’s face and took a seat. She smiled, looking down at her dazed and crying sex slave.

“Awe, you really need to learn to control your emotions better you know?” Sunset Shimmer said, using her magic to teleport herself and her foal out of the crib and unto the nursery’s comfy carpeted ground. Not bothering with the logistics of the nappy change herself, Sunset Shimmer used her magic to reactive the magical hands that were synonymous with her nursery.

“I-I wanna g-go home!” Twilight sobbed, looking up at Sunset as the magical hands stripped her of the straight jacket.

Sunset smirked, watching as the room gathered the proper supplies at Twilight’s spot in the room and began ‘working their magic’.

“Twilight-baby, this is home now.” She replied, watching as Twilight’s messy bare bottom was brought into full view and quickly wiped clean.

Turning away, Sunset started walking over to the room’s dresser.

“No!” Twilight whined, kicking her hooves as much as she could underneath her magical restraints. But, sadly for her, there was nothing she could do for her situation. No matter how hard she pushed, her personal strength could match up with the Sunset Shimmer’s magic.

She watched in horror as she watched her big cotton nappy fly out of her peripheral vision, only to be replaced by an equally as big disposable diaper- this time clearly a foal’s nappy enlarged by a spell.

“Awe, poor baby.” Sunset said, walking back and dropping an outfit on the ground. She reached a hand towards Twilight, only to have it snapped at. “Hey!” Sunset yelled, slapping her slave across the face with her hoof, “That’s very naughty of you.”

“Mmm…” Twilight moaned, rubbing her cheek as Sunset instructed her to get up, with her hooves. It was strange, but she felt kind of natural standing up in the disposable diaper. Probably because it separated her legs far less than the cloth nappy she was wearing.

“Good girl.” Sunset said, getting Twilight to sit on her padded bum. She helped her foal into a light pink t-shirt and eventually – into a blue-jean romper with a skirt.

“What’s the point of the clothes if they’re not going to cover my diaper?” Twilight said, cringing at the thought that she just claimed her underwear as ‘my diaper’.

Sunset Shimmer smiled, running a hoof Down Twilight’s covered back before lifting up her foal’s skirt. “Hehe, you’re a silly girl. I can’t let you go out in public wearing just your nappy. What happens if someone see’s your dirty diaper? They’d be disgusted.” She teased.

Twilight thought about her captor’s response for a moment before the revelation hit her. Her eyes widened as a chord of panic rang in her nerves, “What? No-no-no, I can’t go out in public in this!”

“Yes you can and will.” Sunset answered in the stern way a mother would, “We’re going to Fluttershy’s for lunch and you’re spending the night there.”

“Ooo-kay.” Twilight pandered, trying to sound too excited. She didn’t want Sunset to think she was keen on the idea or anything. If anyone would help her, it would be Fluttershy after all wouldn’t it?

Sunset smiled, using her magic to bring out a hair brush. “Well baby, we needa fix your hair first.” She said, using her magic to brush Twilight’s straight cut bangs down a notch. Satisfied, she dropped the brush and turned towards a side wall.

Meanwhile, Twilight’s eyes widened as she anticipated the reveal of Sunset’s secret entrance. If she didn’t know better, she’d lept right at the thing as it was revealed. But she knew better. To her shock however, she found out that the actual physical entrance actually did exist. It was just hidden behind a mirror of magic. Most surprisingly, it was just a regular –albeit toddler white – door.

“Well come on Crinkle butt.” Sunset said, sticking a pink pacifier into Twilight’s mouth. “Follow Mommy up the stairs.” She giggled, as she walked towards the entrance excited for the reveal of her secret.

Twilight calmly paced up the wooden stairs of the house, feeling extremely invested as she did so. Every creek of the hollow steps, every subtle nuance of the forest green coloured floor excited her. Then it hit her- the nursery was in Fluttershy’s basement.

“Hewwo!” Fluttershy giggled, doing a small hop as the couple crowned their way over the stair case and on the base floor.

To Twilight’s surprise and Sunset’s delight, the base floor of the house was decorated in a fine assortment of baby-like devices. At that, some even doubled up in inventory. There were two white plastic and pink fabric highchairs near the couch, a secondary playpen with all the commodities of a the one in the downstairs nursery, as well as several new foal like pieces of furniture.

“I was thinking about waiting longer to tell you. But Fluttershy here has agreed to be some crinkle-butt’s big sissy!” Sunset teased, walking up to Fluttershy and kissing her forehead.

Twilight’s jaw dropped.

Fluttershy likewise leaned in and nuzzled Sunset, “Yep, although I would be the smarter one for long. Sunset here has agreed to regress me, take care of me and take care of all my responsibilities. Doesn’t that sound great?”

Twilight groaned, rolling her eyes in frustration, “Oh yeah, it is.”

“Don’t mind Twily, she’s just a bit cranky.” Sunset giggled. Leaning towards Fluttershy she whispered, “Someone had an accident last night and didn’t get any sleep.”

“Hehe, that’s so cute. Oh, I can’t wait to spend my first night in a crib.” Fluttershy said, prancing over to the rug in front of her couch.

To Twilight’s curiosity, Fluttershy took spot on some kind of mat that seemed to be made of the same material as her very own nappy; but it wasn’t a nappy. To tell the truth, she had no idea what Fluttershy was on about either. She always knew Fluttershy was a bit passive- even submissive at times, but she never got a ‘dependent’ vibe from her. Fluttershy always seemed to care about others more than herself.

Sitting idly on the hard wood floor, she leaned a tad on her front hooves to prevent herself from sliding back too far. As she watched Sunset skip right past her to attend to Fluttershy, the mat made her realize something interesting; the fact that she must have been out for an extraordinarily long time.

“Awe, well look at that.” Sunset said, reaching on top of the couch to pull what looked to be a single nappy, a scroll, and some sort of blackened elixir on a cushion.

“Fluttershy, I don’t think this is right.” Twilight said, passively watching in a state of bewilderment as her captor guided her friend onto her back.

Ignoring her friend’s comment, Fluttershy rested her back on the disposable mat and giggled. “Hehe, I already got the contract signed.

Ooh, this is so exciting.” She said, a young mare star-struck at the prospect of her misguided fantasy; something only possible with the advent of her friend’s invention.

“Awe, I bet it is and to think- this is all Twilight’s responsibility. If it weren’t for her magical nursery, I don’t think I could afford to take care of two foals.” She said, lifting Fluttershy’s legs in the air.

Like the icing on the slave-fueled cake Sunset was creating, she snuggly wrapped the vanilla coloured diaper around Fluttershy’s bottom and virgin sex to seal the deal. Satisfied with her work, Sunset looked at her creation in admiration. Fluttershy already had the temperament of a baby and the personality of housewife. But the potion would make her a notch even better.

“Fluttershy, I think you should really- never mind.” Twilight said, panicking a bit on the inside as a magical tide manipulated the words straight from her brain and out her mouth. “I’m so happy for my sissy.” Twilight said, as a smile forced its way onto her face.

“Hehe.” Fluttershy said, using both hooves to hold the beaker of un-corked flask of magic up to her lips like a baby bottle. With a flaming hot feeling in her cheeks and butterflies in her tummy- she drank away at the bottle looking towards her peers for approval. To her surprise, there was a look of manipulation in Sunset’s eye and desperation in Twilight’s- which threw her off edge a bit.

After taking but a small sip of the potion, she stopped to ask Sunset a question. She smirked a bit, feeling a bit woozy, “Umm… mommy. I-I don’t think I’m c-comfortable enough to drink this yet.”

“Nonsense baby.” Sunset insisted, as she laid next to her would-be yellow foal. “You just have to remember, Mommy is gonna take care of you, give you warm baths, and give you huggles and cuddles whenever you need them…” She said, using a hoof to slowly guide the flask’s lid back into Fluttershy’s mouth.

Uneasily and with a shaky hoof, Fluttershy slowly started to sip away at the flask again. After, Sunset did promise to that’d she’d be pampered and taken care of like a queen and unlike Twilight, she had her word set in a contract. Sunset got her possessions and the nursery and in return, she was going to be treated like a little princess. Twilight was just in all honesty, just the test dummy.

Twilight watched in a panicked silence as Fluttershy drank away at once after ounce of the black liquid. Her expression dropped nearly simultaneously with Fluttershy’s as she witnessed what seemed to be a bout of panic override all of Fluttershy’s typical decencies.

Sunset gave Fluttershy a wicked grin as she her new foal bridged the halfway mark on her flask and began blushing profusely.

“I don’t think I-“ Fluttershy said, before the bottle was reinserted into her mouth with the help of Sunset’s devious hoof.

“Shh.” Sunset cooed, patiently stroking Fluttershy’s fushia coloured mane. “It’s alright baby, just think about it…” She paused, watching as her would be foal began nursing the bottle again, “I’m gonna be the first thing you see every morning, to make your breakfast and check up on you.”

Fluttershy began to listen intently, depending on Sunset’s words to guide her through the overbearing heat that was overcoming her body.

“I’ll be there to check on your nappy when you go tinkle or get poopy pants.” Sunset teased, continuing to smile as she noticed Fluttershy tear up a bit in the eyes; no doubt due to the harsh nature of the potion’s effects. Giggling mischievously, she used a hoof to pick up the empty flask and set it on the ground away from where Fluttershy could do any damage. “Not to mention, I’ll be there to dress you, entertain you, feed you, and care for you now; because you’re going to my baby- forever.”

“I-I-I don’t.” Fluttershy panicked feeling the potion finally take its full effect as she desperately looked towards her peers for help again. She looked at Twilight’s face only to see a glassed over, mesmerized smile, one that made her stomach sink with a feeling of misery.

She could feel her mind slip away from her as her mind grew dense and foggy with abridged thoughts and simple reactions. Panicking, she began crying in a fit of rage and helplessness, “I- I don wanna b-baby.” She whined, as a sensation rocked her in a quiet epileptic fit.

Without even thinking about it, Fluttershy’s emotions correlated to a build of manure, that when her nerves gave out, exploded into the confines of her diaper; causing it to bulge and sag in the way a regular foal’s would.

Kicking her hooves wildly, she shook her head and cried as the last semblances of her adult-hood emptied themselves into her diaper. The potion quite literally cleaned her out.

“Awe, it’s alright baby.” Sunset cooed, sitting down. With her welcoming hooves, she pulled Fluttershy up on her mushy bottom and gave her big hug.

Instinctively, Fluttershy buried her sobbing eyes in Sunset’s furry chest. Beneath her, all she could feel was an icky, smelly feeling that upset her and she couldn’t figure out why.

“You cannot be serious.” Twilight groaned, planting her hoof against her face. Feeling her mental suppression come to the end, she barked, “You two are idiots - absolute idiots. I-just- I mean- what is this?” She asked, referencing the bizarre scene in front of her.

“It’s kinky is what it is.” Sunset said, rubbing her mare friend’s back some more. “Fluttershy wanted to live a life of sex and submission, so I made her a little dependent. Just like you, except you didn’t have a choice.”

Twilight rolled her eyes before giving a rather audible huff. Sulking in her place, she watched as Sunset begin to rub her friend’s back.

“Alright, fine. I don’t care.” Twilight lied as she readied herself to sit down. Due to the overwhelmingly starch nature of her nappy preventing her from closing her legs, she instead decided to just fall back on her pillow like nappy. “But, tell me this. Why do you need two babies? What’s the point?”

Sunset paused for a moment, rubbing Fluttershy’s back with her hoof some more. The way Fluttershy’s groomed herself, the fur was a lot more soft and level than Twilight’s was. Not to mention, she didn’t have a need to desensitize Fluttershy’s like she did Twilights. “You know, I was going to be nice and let you stay with me. I was going to baby you, read to you at night, even tend to you if you were sick or feeling lonely. But no, I guess I’ll just find another baby.”

Twilight’s ears peaked up at the mention of an escape possibility.

“Yep, I can always find another pony to take your spot if I need a second mare. You are a talent-less, wingless, hornless, mare now. That’s not even mentioning some of the other stuff wrong with you.” Sunset commented, keeping a warm smile on her face for Fluttershy.

“I’ll do it!” Twilight answered, smiling coyly.

“Whatever you want.” Sunset answered, smirking slightly, “I’m sure I can always get a rebate on the extra foal stuff anyway.”

“Raising an eyebrow, Twilight laid back on her stomach and watched as Sunset started to tend to Fluttershy’s messy nappy. It was bizarre to her that Sunset was willing to just ‘give her up’. “A-are you sure there’s no strings attached, can I really just go?” she questioned.

Giggling, Sunset helped Fluttershy on her hooves and began making her way back down to the basement. “Oh, of course Twilight. I really don’t need two sex dolls, you were really just back up anyway- incase Fluttershy didn’t want to do it. But, I do have one favor to ask of you before I hand you off to the world…”