Magical Mystery Nursery #2

“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.