Living Nightmare

Luna hardly got a wink of sleep. Despite the admittedly cozy warmth provided by the nightie, dozing off was an impossibility that night. Every time she tried to move to get comfortable, some part of her hit the bars of her crib. The pacifier in her mouth was awkward and intrusive, but she didn’t dare spit it out for fear that Nightmare might be watching, waiting to punish her for disobeying. On top of that, each little shift across the crib caused her diaper to crinkle and her still throbbing cheeks to sting, a constant reminder of her current predicament.

And above all of that, there was the worry. A deep, nagging fear of what Nightmare Moon would do to her in the morning, as well as the concern that she might’ve lied to Luna and gone out to exact her revenge upon Ponyville now. Either way, it was enough to leave a pit in her stomach, to the point where restful slumber was impossible.

At one point though, she must’ve finally slipped into unconsciousness, because the next thing she knew Nightmare Moon was rattling the crib, jolting her awake to her now bright room.

“Wakey wakey, sleepy head,” Nightmare hissed.

Luna shook, eyes shrinking at the sight of the unholy concentration of evil before her. Her heartbeat sped up, letting her know she was still just as terrified of her as she’d been last night.

The top of her crib-cage dissolved into the nightmare fog and slipped to the floor, just as Nightmare lifted Luna up with magic. Soon she was snout to snout with her, feeling a cold sweat break out on her forehead.

A sinister grin curled its way onto Nightmare’s face. “Just wait until you see what I have planned for you today!”

The happy, cheery tone let Luna know that whatever the plans were, she would hate them. Her face must’ve reflected that, because Nightmare’s mouth dipped into a frown.

“Now don’t be like that, Lulu,” Nightmare said, voice dripping with mock sweetness. Her eyebrows lowered. “If you don’t stop pouting, I might have to give you a little discipline.”

Discipline meant spanking, and Luna’s butt was still sore from its flirt with Nightmare’s hoof last night.

Lowering her ears, Luna forced a smile behind her pacifier and tried to look happier. Although it pained her to admit it, Nightmare had already effectively conditioned her to not fight back. Being an obedient filly wasn’t pleasant, but it was better than a stinging plot; Luna had made her choice regarding that.

“Good girl.” Nightmare seemed appeased. “Now, why don’t we get you out of that nightie so we can check your diapee.”

What?!

As the cotton nightie unzipped magically and slipped free of Luna’s body, she couldn’t help but feel she had misheard. Nightmare was going to check her diaper? As if she actually expected Luna to use it?

I… I didn’t use it, right?

Luna wiggled her legs, forcing the diaper to press against her waist. Luckily, it was as dry and fluffy as she’d left it the night before. She breathed a sigh of relief, even as Nightmare pressed a hoof to her crotch to double check.

“There, nice and clean.” Nightmare giggled. “Aren’t you lucky to make it through the night dry?”

I usually do, Luna thought angrily. Nightmare’s patronizing tone was not appreciated right now.

“Alrighty then, my little filly must be hungry. Why don’t we get some breaky in you?”

Luna felt the hollowness in her stomach, and raised no objections. However, a sinking feeling in the back of her mind told her little imagination was required for what her breakfast might be.

The fog blanketing the floor suddenly surged near the center. It took all of a few seconds for a high-chair to be constructed in the middle of the room.

Luna found herself being thrown in the chair. Before she could even say “oof!” the built in table was slammed in place, looking her hooves below it. She bit her lip, shifting only to find that with her diaper squeezed in so tight she had no wiggle room.

More fog climbed up the high chair, and quickly took the shape of a purple bib at her throat. Looking down, she could see the pink letters scrawled onto it: Mommy’s Little Cutie.

She groaned.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Lulu. Look, Mommy has some of your favorite foods.” Nightmare winked; a clear indicator she didn’t even know what foods Luna remotely liked, nor did she care.

Nightmare held up her hoof, a spoon forming in her grip. With it, she pointed down, dragging Luna’s line of sight with her. She clinked the silverware against a few jars on the high chair’s table.

At the sight of the jars, Luna’s stomach dropped. Foal food. Why did I even entertain the hope that it would be anything else? Her stomach seized further upon reading the labels for the food.

Strained peas? Asparagus? Cauliflower and broccoli? Are these meant to torture foals or feed them? Luna wrinkled her nose at them all. She didn’t like the normal versions of these vegetables all that much, and couldn’t imagine their mush versions were a huge improvement.

Sister you better find me soon.

Nightmare reached up, putting her hoof on Luna’s pacifier. In a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable, Luna bit down on the bulb just as Nightmare tugged, keeping the pacifier in her mouth. Nightmare’s eyes narrowed and she tugged gently once more, only to be thwarted again.

“Lulu.” Nightmare’s voice was calm, yet icy. “You can’t eat if you keep your paci in.”

“Mmm mmm!” Luna shook her head defiantly. She was hungry, but she felt she might have a chance at convincing Nightmare to change her meal. Even if it was just to something like peach or banana flavored foal food; she would take that over her current option.

“Lulu, don’t be fussy.” Nightmare’s buttons were clearly being pressed. Luna could only hope she wasn’t pushing too many. “Five… four… three… two...”

Luna raised an eyebrow. She doesn’t actually think I’ll give in just because--

“One.” Nightmare’s face shifted to anger. The table for the high chair flew open and Luna was ripped from her seat.

Fear shook her, and Luna immediately recognized she’d gone too far. She spat out the pacifier in a meager attempt to appease Nightmare. “Look, it’s out! It’s out! Please feed me!”

It was no use. Nightmare sad down and pulled the squirming Luna into her lap. With magic, it wasn’t hard to keep Luna still while she pulled down her diaper to expose her plot.

“No!” Luna wiggled as best she could, but Nightmare rested her other hoof on Luna’s back, cementing her position further. “No. No! Please, no!”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Gah!” Luna winced in pain. These spanks were nowhere near as slow and deliberate as last nights. This was a flurry of pain pats to the plot to force cooperation.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ow! Ooow!” Luna’s face contorted into a mix of shame and pain. Ten spanks in and she could tell her butt was already glowing red.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Please stop! N-Nightmare please!” Luna begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Ah! OOOooow! OW!” Luna slammed her eyes shut and bit her lip, crying out in muffled pain. This wasn’t a spanking just for the pacifier. This was a clear, undeniable lesson: never defy Mama Nightmare. Ever.

Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Luna cried out, tears rushing from her eyes as the spanks picked up in intensity. It felt like Nightmare was only just getting started. Desperate for it to end, Luna launched into a blubbering, pitiful apology.

“I’m sorry! AH! N-Nightmare I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” SMACK! SMACK! “N-- M-Mommy I’m sorry! Please stop! I’ll be a good girl now. Please, Mommy!”

Just like that, Nightmare’s hoof froze. Luna sniffled, hot tears on her cheeks. Her rump was on fire. There was no way to describe the sheer ferocity of her stinging plot. Every millisecond was a pulsating barrage of stings. She even squeaked in pain as her diaper was pulled up over her butt. The cool padding did little to mitigate the issue.

“Aww, there there.” Nightmare patted Luna’s head. “Little Lulu’s learned her lesson? I’m not going to have a disobedient foal anymore, am I?”

“No!” Luna whimpered out, perhaps too quickly. Her face heated up with a blush that rivaled her red flanks. “I-I’ll be a good filly, Mommy.”

“You’d better.” Nightmare stroked Luna’s head as she leaned in. She pressed her lips right on Luna’s ear and used her most sinister voice. “Because next time, I won’t stop.”

Luna gulped. She couldn’t disobey Nightmare anymore. As much as it pained her to admit it, a few slaps to the butt was all it had taken to break her will. Now it she wasn’t a submissive, perfect little foal, she’d be in for a world of hurt.

Nightmare wrapped her in her midnight shade of aura once more and lifted her into the air. Standing, she brought Luna back over to the high chair, sat her down, and locked her in place.

“Now, are you hungry, sweetie?” Spoon back in her hoof, Nightmare lifted up the jar of strained peas and unscrewed the cap.

Luna could barely muster up any words. Her plot was still burning, and the sight of the foal food made her mouth dry. On top of that, she was choking on her own shame. But she had to say something, or risk incurring Nightmare’s wrath again.

Swallowing the single spec of pride she’d somehow retained, Luna opened her quivering mouth. “Y-Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl.” Nightmare’s voice had finally made the transition back from cold harshness to mockingly-sweet. She dipped the spoon into the greenish brown mush of the jar and pulled out a glob of strained peas.

Luna fought back a whine as the spoon neared her mouth. She reluctantly parted her lips, making a gateway just wide enough for the ‘food’ to make it’s way in, as she closed her eyes and prayed for her rescue.

When the spoon dropped the lump of mush on her tongue, her entire body shuddered. The taste was vile enough to make her want to retch. It was less like peas and more like vomit.

The spoon left her mouth and Luna pushed the foal food into her cheeks, but a thin layer remained stuck to her tongue. Fighting back the urge to gag, she was about spit out her meal before another spoonful forced its way into her mouth.

The rushed entry left bits of food clinging to her mouth, but a much larger pile resting on her tongue. Luna could barely handle the ghastly, bitter sensation and pushed it into the other side of her mouth.

Now with both cheeks bulging with the rotten foal food, Luna had nowhere else to hide the glorified slime. She saw Nightmare preparing a third spoonful and whimpered.

As the spoon neared her lips, Luna felt new tears rising. She was already crying again. It was pathetic of her, but she couldn’t help it. So far, today had been the most torturous experience of her life, and she wasn’t even halfway through breakfast.

Nightmare pushed the spoonful of mush into her mouth, dropping it on her tongue and pulling it back out. Luna thrashed in her high chair. The putrid taste dominated her mouth; she had no way of escaping the gross, shudder-inducing taste of the strained peas. Not caring about the consequences, she prepared to spit out the food.

But just then, magic clamped her lips shut.

“Mmm?” Luna’s eyes widened and she looked to Nightmare, whose horn was glowing.

“Now now, don’t be so fussy. You’re going to have to swallow eventually.”

“Mm mmm…” Luna sniffled. She didn’t want to, but without the option to spit, the only other choice was to let the food sit on her tongue indefinitely, and that was not happening.

Forcing down more shudders and about a dozen attempts to gag, Luna swallowed. Mush slithered down her throat, nearly forcing her to hurl. Unfortunately, she still had a few mouthfuls left.

Hot tears decorating her cheeks, Luna swallowed again, and again. The strained peas forced their way into her belly, sending shivers throughout her entire body.

When Nightmare was satisfied, she released her hold on Luna’s lips. She sucked in air, desperate to have something else in her mouth besides the slimey remnants of her meal. She coughed, and gagged, and almost hurled, but the threat of having to taste the strained peas again gave her the strength to resist.

Her eyes found the empty jar in Nightmare’s hooves, and Luna breathed a sigh of relief, glad her meal was over with.

“Alright, now for the asparagus.” Nightmare picked up one of the remaining jars of foal food and popped off the lid.

Luna’s heart skipped a beat. “B-But… I-I’m not hungry anymore.” That was a lie, the strained peas hadn’t exactly been filling.

Nightmare just laughed coldly. “Nonsense, a growing filly needs to eat.” The spoon dipped into the fresh jar.

Luna started crying as the fresh mound of green-tinted garbage neared her mouth. She wanted so badly to reject it, but the consequences would be severe.

As she sniffled, she caught a whiff of the food and her nose wrinkled. It was disgusting; at least the peas hadn’t had a scent.

When the spoon pushed passed her lips, Luna swallowed in desperation, knowing better than to prolong her suffering. The asparagus flew down her throat, and her body contorted in response.

The peas had been bad, but the asparagus was on a whole new level.

Seeing that Luna’s strategy changed, Nightmare adapted. The next spoonful wasn’t a pile. She was now saving as much foal food as possible to keep heaping it at Luna.

The asparagus lasted twice as long as the peas, and clung to the insides of Luna’s mouth to mix with the peas leftovers and create a disturbingly nasty after taste.

Nightmare moved for the final jar and Luna broke down crying.

In between her cries, she heard Nightmare’s devious giggles. “No need to be sad, sweetheart. Num-num time isn’t over yet.”

You’re so cruel, Luna thought as a concoction of broccoli and cauliflower was shoved into her mouth. By some horrendous twist of fate, it was even worse that the last two combined.

Luna wailed in between bites, crying even more than when she’d been spanked. Honestly, at this point she would take that over this.

Nightmare made sure to keep shoveling in this foal food, knowing it only made Luna more miserable. She didn’t even get time to swallow with how fast Nightmare was going.

It was an act of mercy when the jar was finally emptied. Luna took the brief respite from her torment to clear her mouth. She swallowed the foal food as fast as she could, not even caring about the leftover bits of disgusting slop that stuck around in her mouth. She finally managed to stop crying, knowing the horrors of eating foal food were finally over. And it was a good thing too, as nasty as the stuff had been it had at least gotten her full.

Her messy bib levitated away from her and Nightmare folded it up before licking the edges and using it to wipe off the bits of food on Luna’s face. She even brushed away the tears running down her cheek.

“D’aww, my little foal loved her food so much she cried tears of joy. Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll make sure you get plenty of it from now on.” Nightmare gave a big, toothy grin at that remark.

Luna sniffled as the bib floated away and dissipated into dark smoke. Of course, because when was Nightmare Moon ever reasonable?

The table keeping her forelegs pinned opened up, freeing her to move. But what should she do? Pathetically scuttle away and fail miserably? Kick and thrash? Cry again?

Luna doubted any of that would be helpful, or even get the bad taste out of her mouth.

“Upsie daisie!” Nightmare suddenly lifted Luna into the air, actually deign to use her hooves rather than magic. The high-chair fizzled out of existence as the two sat down, Luna being snuggled up against Nightmare.

Naturally, she tensed up in such a position. Half of her face was buried in the chest fluff of her captor, and her diapered butt was resting comfortably in Nightmare’s lap.

Nightmare pressed one hoof around Luna’s head, and raising the other one used her magical fog to summon an adult-sized baby bottle. Milk swirled and shifted inside, and Luna whined in the back of her throat.

Nightmare didn’t seem to care, as a second later she pushed the amber nipple of the bottle into Luna’s mouth.

As demeaning and humiliating as it was, Luna had suffered far worse already that day. She closed her lips around the bottle and silently hoped its contents wouldn’t be as nasty as her breakfast.

Taking her first suckle, Luna’s eyes sparkled in delight. Silky, creamy milk splashed into her mouth, washing away a huge chunk of the lingering foal food.

Luna swallowed and suckled again, greedy for more. Her efforts were rewarded as more and more milk flooded her mouth. Her hooves leapt up and wrested the bottle away from Nightmare so she could push it further into her mouth. Not that it made the milk come out faster, but she did it without even realizing.

Nightmare chuckled to herself while Luna instinctively cuddled deeper into the larger mare’s chest. She suckled on the bottle for what felt like hours, the milk like nectar compared to the swill she’d just been forced to eat.

Eventually, the well did run dry. Before too long Luna was suckling an empty bottle, trying to wring whatever leftover drops it might hold.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Nightmare plucked the bottle from her grip easily, and just like that the spell was broken.

Luna suddenly realized what she’d been doing, and whose fur she’d buried her face in. With an ‘eep’ she rolled free of Nightmare’s lap, blushing furiously.

Nightmare just laughed at her. “So eager to drink from your baba. What a good filly.” She gave Luna’s head a pat, who in turn flinched at the slightly affectionate touch.

Pushing herself up, Nightmare smiled down at Luna, her devilishness quickly returning. “Now that breakfast is done, you look like you could use some playtime.”

“P-Playtime?” Luna felt herself rise from the floor.

Nightmare eyed the playpen across the room and nodded. “Yes, some private playtime.” Suddenly the pacifier was back in Nightmare’s hoof and she pressed it into Luna’s mouth. “Here, now don’t you lose it.”

Luna’s face scrunched with worry. She suckled the pacifier a few times, hoping that would appease Nightmare.

“Good girl!” She dropped Luna into the playpen, apparently appeased.

Her diaper cushioned her fall with a loud crinkle. As Luna looked up, she saw the mesh walls of the playpen surround her on all sides. The top swung closed, and a tiny padlocked formed on the outside, locking into place as it trapped Luna within.

Nightmare smiled at her. “Mommy needs time to prepare for later today.”

Luna didn’t like the sound of that. “W-Wha’s wader duday?”

A fanged smile answered her. “Why, our outing to Ponyville. I have to go make sure it's ready for our visit.” Nightmare trotted away, snickering as Luna’s stomach flopped.

Ponyville, but that’s… Nightmare was planning to target Twilight and her friends, no doubt. And humiliate Luna in front of her subjects. It was a two birds, one stone deal, and the outlook was grim.

Luna’s attention turned to the floor of her playpen. If there was something here that could help her escape so she could flee to Ponyville and warn Twilight, she would want to use it while Nightmare left the room.

Sadly, the only thing available to her was a hoofful of blocks and a rattle. Not exactly escape tools.

Luna tried sitting up, but found her head hit the top of her playpen. Staying low, she suckled her pacifier some more as she thought.

Well… it was kind of hard to think while suckling. It reminded her of drinking from the bottle, and that just made her relax.

Luna sank her head against the plastic floor of the playpen. Her diaper crinkled as she shifted, rubbing the soft interior against her. It wasn’t so bad when Nightmare was gone, now that she thought about it.

Still, I can’t get too comfortable. Nightmare will do far worse to my sister and my friends if she makes it to Ponyville and beyond. I have to think of a way to warn them… somehow…