Magical Mystery Nursery #2

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“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.”