“Twilight Sparkle!” Boomed a gleeful voice, across the hills of Ponyville.

The Princess of Friendship rolled over in bed. She recognized the voice, and reacted accordingly. “Nnnot in the mood,” she mumbled. “Go bother Fluttershy.”

“Princess Twilight Sparkle!” Boomed the voice, its enthusiasm undiminished. “A crisis requires your immediate attention!” All across Ponyville, ponies were shuttering their windows and throwing their hooves over their ears, trying to diminish the sound.

“Don’t believe you,” mumbled Twilight. “Lying. Probably.”

“Twilight!” Said the voice, now clearly offended, “I am not a liar! I may occasionally word the truth in misleading ways. I may sometimes choose to omit information that interested parties might find relevant. And I might, from time to time, deliberately and with malice aforethought assert things which I know to be factually untrue. But that does not make me a liar!”

“So you can hear me,” muttered Twilight.

“No I can’t,” said the voice, still echoing through Ponyville.

“Good morning, Discord,” said Twilight, sitting up and dangling her back legs off the bed.

“Bad morning, Twilight Sparkle,” said the voice, once again dripping with glee.

“Oh, right, I get it,” said Twilight. “Bad morning, because you’re, like, an opposite guy. Chaos and stuff. Very funny.”

The voice spoke, now offended and at a mercifully lower volume. “You don’t have a very high opinion of my sense of humor, do you, Princess?” Twilight was silent. “Saying ‘bad morning’ was not a pedestrian attempt at a comedic inversion, Twilight Sparkle. It was a grim warning of the terror that lurks outside your door. The mind-melting, twisted ordeal I have engineered to vex and confound and shatter your orderly brain. The chaos made manifest, which even now looms over the terrified ponies in your charge, soaking their souls in unthinking dread as they struggle to comprehend the… enormity, and… er…”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, awaiting the rest of Discord’s spiel. “Confound it, Twilight, you were supposed to grow impatient and interrupt me! You’re an abysmal comic partner.”

“I just woke up, Discord,” said Twilight.

“Oh, very well,” said Discord. “I will meet you more than halfway, your highness. Canterlot’s own Donut Joseph will provide you with a breakfast fit for a fussy royal.” There was an undignified sound effect, and a corner of Twilight’s bedroom was suddenly occupied by a section of countertop from Donut Joe’s cafe, set into the crystal castle walls as if it had been professionally installed there. Donut Joe himself was there too, looking ill at ease after his unexpected teleportation.

“Princess Twilight!” Said Donut Joe. His panic subsided as he saw a familiar face, only to return when he was hit by a realization. “Are- are we in your bedchamber? I- I’m so sorry, your highness-”

Twilight hopped down from the bed and walked over to the counter. “Don’t worry, I know this isn’t your fault,” she said. “But if you feel like making it up to me, could you get me a nice tall coffee and a donut?” She looked over the selection of pastries in the glass case below the counter. “Make it two donuts. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long day.”

The funhouse - “Discord’s Twisted Evil Funhouse,” as the sign proclaimed - was a garish patchwork of patterns and materials, The structure in its entirety was basically a cube, but rough crystals, splintered wood, and cracked stone jutted out at odd angles all across its surface. It looked as though it had been hammered together from pieces of structures all over Equestria, and from an architectural perspective, it shouldn’t have remained standing for more than a few seconds. Twilight reasoned that chaos magic was holding it up - which didn’t inspire much confidence.

“Yes, it’s true!” Said Discord’s voice. Now that Twilight was standing right outside the funhouse’s door, Discord had lowered the volume of his announcement, but it was still loud enough that it made Twilight uncomfortable. “The Lord of Chaos has turned evil once again! Fluttershy momentarily failed to babysit my short attention span and fragile ego, and now all of Equestria shall sink into madness! Unless…”

“Unless?” Said Twilight. There was a waver in her voice; she was beginning to think she would have to start taking this seriously.

“Unless friendship can triumph over chaos! You see, Twilight, I’ve captured all of your friends and imprisoned them-”

Twilight gasped. “Rarity?” She demanded. “Rainbow Dash? Applejack? Pinkie-”

“Yes, obviously,” said Discord. “All your friends.”

“Moondancer? Shining Armor? Sunset Shimmer?”

“Er, well, no,” admitted Discord.

“Nurse Redheart? Ditzy Doo? Marshmallow Hooray?”

“Okay, I get it, you have lots of friends!” shouted Discord. “No, I didn’t get everybody. Just the other Elements of Harmony. And the Princesses. And before you ask, not Princess Pinkheart. Just the real princesses. They’re all imprisoned within my sinister funhouse, and there they will stay until you free them.. But should you fail, you’ll join them in the funhouse… and there will be no one left to defend Equestria from my whims…”

“I’ll do it,” said Twilight, stepping towards the door.

“Oh, I know,” said Discord. “I fully intend to break your spirit in due time, but I never doubted you’d have the courage to enter the funhouse.” The front door, a tall wooden plank with a distorted checkerboard pattern, swung open. “Do come inside, Princess.”

The doorway led only into shadows. It could be a trap, thought Twilight. Or, at least, more of a trap than it obviously already is. But this is still the only way to save my friends.

Twilight stepped forward into the shadows, and the door slammed shut behind her.

There was absolute darkness for a moment, and then the lights came on all at once, illuminating a room so white and bright that it stung Twilight’s eyes. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw that she was in a large, perfectly square room - perhaps thirty feet on a side - made up of square white panels all across the walls, ceiling, and floor.

“Huh,” said Twilight, confident that Discord could still hear her. “This all seems a little… sterile. I wouldn’t have expected something like this from you, Discord.”

To Twilight’s right, a panel on the wall flipped over, revealing a glass screen on its reverse side. The screen showed the frowning face of Discord, who seemed to be standing in a similarly white room. “It’s called a comic juxtaposition, Twilight Sparkle,” said Discord, his voice coming from all directions. “The outside of the funhouse was wacky and chaotic, whereas the -” He sighed. “Oh, never mind. It’s a test chamber, Twilight! Just like in the popular Portal series of interactive video entertainment!”

“What?”

“Isn’t it wild?!” Said Discord, grinning broadly. “This voice, guiding you through a comedic game of puzzles and challenges! Who could have imagined such a thing?” His face fell. “Hmph,” he scoffed. “Quantum Conundrum was criminally underappreciated…” He sighed, and forced a grin back onto his face. “But never mind that! I’m sure you’ll have a positively narbacular time in the funhouse. Now where was I? Comic juxtapositions? Yes, this will be our first lesson…”

Two wall panels slid out of view, and from the black space beyond, white-gloved mechanical arms snaked out, writhing and undulating unwholesomely as they reached out to grab at Twilight. Twilight took flight, making use of the ample space to evade the pursuing arms.

“Ooh, that coffee did you a world of good!” Said Discord, his eyes spinning as he watched Twilight fly. “Let’s make things more interesting.” Six more panels slid aside, and six other arms emerged, all moving to catch Twilight, bending and snaking on dozens of mechanical elbows.

For a good thirty seconds, Twilight stayed ahead of the arms, leading them in circles around the room. Then Discord, seeming to grow bored, idly flicked a talon, and a fraction of a second later the panel directly in front of Twilight sprang out of the wall. Twilight, moving too fast to change direction, slammed flat up against it - and the eight arms grabbed her in an instant, one on each leg, one on each wing, and one on her horn and her tail.

“Now then,” said Discord, “A comic juxtaposition is a method by which the proximity of two things creates comedy all on its own. For example, suppose an alicorn princess - a symbol of power and dignity all across Equestria - were made to wear something decidedly undignified?”

Twilight groaned. “Discord, please don’t-” Still another arm emerged from the wall, this one holding some type of motley-colored bodysuit. Twilight couldn’t quite see what it was meant to look like, or what the material was, but she could tell, even from a distance, that she didn’t want to be inside it. “Discord, come on!” Twilight tried to blast the suit, but she felt the gloved hand on her horn pinching at her magic, forcing it back down.

The arms on Twilight’s wings and tail disengaged and grabbed edges of the garment, pulling at stretching it as it came closer to Twilight’s face. It looked like rubber - uncomfortably thick rubber. Twilight struggled, flapping her wings, but the arms held her fast - and in an incomprehensible flurry of movements and a cacophony of rubbery snapping sounds, the arms pulled the outfit onto Twilight.

Once the outfit was on, The arms all let go at once, letting Twilight drop into freefall. The flapped her wings, finding to her relief that the rubber outfit wasn’t restricting them. She fluttered cautiously down the the floor and raised a rubber-encased hoof to her face, trying to get a sense of how she looked. “Discord,” she groaned, “Just what am I wearing?”

“Oh, let me help you with that,” said Discord. The floor panel in front of her lowered out of sight, then came back into view with a full-length mirror standing on it. Twilight looked at herself, scowling as she realized how ridiculous she looked. The rubber bodysuit covered almost her entire body, with no zippers or fasteners anywhere, and the rubber was so thick that it didn’t stretch far - without magic, this suit would have been impossible for anyone to put on. And she quickly realized that her magic could barely stretch it, and couldn’t damage it at all, so it wasn’t coming off either.

The whole suit was covered with mismatched patterns and bright colors, like a clown. More like a fool, actually. A jester. And that had clearly been the intention, judging by the floppy protrusions that dangled from the suit’s head. There was an opening in the front for Twilight’s face and horn, a pair of small holes that let her wings poke through, and another hole for her tail in the back.

“Discord!” She yelled, turning to the monitor that showed his face, “This is… even for you, this is really low!”

“You don’t like it?” Taunted Discord, pouting. “I thought it would get you in the mood for fun, Twilight! Remember fun, Twilight? Being young and carefree?”

“Actually,” said Twilight, “I’ve found my adult life to be more rewarding than my childhood. I grew up without many friends, and… while I don’t regret the time I spent studying as a filly, as a grown mare I have both books and friends. The mythologizing of childhood as a state of bliss is something I have a hard time relating to, actually-”

“So that’s your problem!” Said Discord. “You never had fun as a child! Well, don’t worry - Creepy Uncle Discord will give you a second childhood right now.” He snapped his talons, and two mechanical arms re-emerged from the floor, too quick for Twilight to react to as they grabbed her back legs. Another arm poked out of the floor after them, holding…

Twilight’s face blanched, going from her usual mauve to a pale lavender. The arm was holding a puffy, pink… diaper. “Oh, no no no!” Said Twilight. “You are not getting that on me!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Discord. “I’m not expecting you to use it. Just to wear it and be, you know… properly humiliated.” He coughed. “I mean, er, remember the innocence of childhood. Whatever I said earlier.”

The mechanical arms stretched open the hole in the back of the bodysuit and shoved the diaper through it, affixing it to Twilight’s bottom. When the arms retracted, Twilight looked at herself in the mirror again, turning her body so that she could see her backside. Logic would dictate that the thick rubber would compress the diaper until it was barely noticeable, but instead, it retained every bit of its puffiness. The shape of a diaper was clearly visible through the suit, making it obvious to any observer that she had a thickly padded butt.

“There!” said Discord. “Why, you’ve never looked cuter! Are you ready to take on your first challenge?”

“The sooner I get started, the sooner I’ll be done,” said Twilight.

“And the sooner all your friends get to see you in that adorable outfit!” said Discord. “Well then! Whenever you’re ready…” A panel in the wall ahead of Twilight slid open, revealing a corridor that led into impenetrable darkness. The monitor bearing Discord’s likeness turned off, leaving the room in eerie silence.

Twilight looked at her ridiculous reflection in the full-length mirror. She prodded the diaper, then tilted her head and watched the floppy rubber protrusions of the jester’s head wobble. She sighed. “This is officially the worst thing I’ve ever had to deal with.”

Her reflection scoffed, and its exasperated frown curved into a sinister grin. “Even worse than those timelines where Equestria was subjugated and most of your friends were probably dead?” The voice was her own, but the cadence of its voice was all Discord.

Twilight trotted past the mirror, onward into the dark corridor. “As long as this stays between you and me, reflection?” she said, turning to look at the wooden backside of the mirror. “...Yes.”

“Oh dear!” said Discord’s voice - suddenly sounding warbly and low-fidelity. “It seems you’ve stumbled into one of the older sections of the funhouse. Oh, by the way: no flying in this room, and no magic.”

“Stumbled?” said Twilight, putting her hoof to her forehead and finding that her horn was gone. “I took literally the only path you made available to me.” She’d stepped out of the dark corridor onto bare pressboard, held aloft by rusting metal pillars in an enormous, dilapidated chamber.

“Yes, well, you’d get it if you had played Portal 2, Twilight.” Twilight looked up to see Discord looking down at her from a monitor that crackled with static and rippled with scanlines.

“Would I just recognize it,” asked Twilight, “Or would I be laughing? Because there’s a difference between just making a reference and actually telling a-”

“Oh look!” said Discord. “A button!” His image on the monitor looked down, directing Twilight’s attention to a hoof-sized red button on a white pedestal. “It’s red and shiny and it’s the only thing in this room you can interact with! Why don’t you give it a little push?”

“All right,” said Twilight, trotting cautiously over to the button. She hovered her hoof over it, bracing herself for something sudden and unpleasant, and then stamped down on it.

Suddenly, a jet of unpleasant fluid erupted from an exposed pipe to Twilight’s left. It was thick, translucent, and green, and it clung to Twilight, dripping slowly down her bodysuit as she shuddered.

“That’s a little something we call Smooze Gel!” said Discord. “It simply can’t be stopped by anything whatsoever. It comes to us by way of a generous donation from a good friend of mine.” His voice dropped into a conspiratorial mutter. “By the way, Twilight, this is something you would recognize, but not necessarily laugh at, if you’d played Portal 2.”

“Okay,” said Twilight, standing motionless as goo dripped down her body. “You’ve degraded me. When do I get to save one of my friends?”

“As soon as you solve my puzzle!” said Discord, steepling his fingers gleefully. “Honestly, Twilight, if your brain can’t stand up to this level of teasing, you don’t stand much chance of getting through the funhouse!”

“A puzzle,” said Twilight. “Okay.” She didn’t quite trust Discord to engineer a comprehensible puzzle, but she decided to try and apply some logic to her situation. The red button really did seem to be the only thing in the room she could interact with, and it didn’t seem to affect anything other than the pipe that had splattered her with slime. The button seemed to have turned on the flow permanently; green ooze flowed sluggishly from the pipe’s opening, draining through the broken portions of the floor. The pipe was enormous, big enough that Twilight could crawl through it if she wanted to - but she definitely, definitely didn’t.

Twilight, bracing herself again for something nasty, stamped her hoof down on the button. Nothing seemed to happen right away, but within a few seconds the flow of slime reduced to a trickle and came to a stop. Hm, thought Twilight. So the button toggles the flow on and off. That’s… maybe something I could work with. She set her hoof back down on the floor, and cringed as she felt the slime squishing inside her bodysuit. The ooze had gotten all over her, and some of it had clearly seeped through the holes in her outfit. Now every motion of her body was accompanied by a muted squish and the feeling of slime against her body.

The pipe didn’t seem to be doing anything for her at the moment, so she pressed the button again. This time, the “Smooze Gel” rocketed out of the pipe, the thick, heavy liquid knocking her onto her side. There was more of it now, so much more that Twilight found herself encased in slime, trapped in a pony-sized blob that she had to kick her way out of. By the time she did, the ooze had gotten into every nook and cranny of the suit, including the diaper. Twilight tested her back legs, and shuddered as she felt the slime squish between her buttcheeks and along her marehood.

Twilight looked at the pipe again. The powerful burst of slime had become a steady flow, stronger than it had been last time, but it was slowly dying down. It looks like the pressure built up while the flow was off. She looked at the wall opposite the pipe, her eyes following the thick green stain dripping down its surface. Hmmm, she thought. If the slime had come out of the pipe a little faster, it would have… gone right through that hole near the cieling…

Twilight stamped her hoof on the button, shutting off the flow, and stared intently at the pipe as she raised her leg. “Ooh!” said Discord, “That’s a princess with an idea! I wonder if it’ll work…”

Twilight let the pressure build for what she guessed was about two minutes. Then she closed her eyes and mouth as hard as she possibly could, held her breath, and stamped her hoof down on the button. This time there was a furious torrent of ooze, so powerful and thick that Twilight was absorbed into the flow, her body held aloft and carried along by the sludgy current.

As she’d predicted, the built-up fluid pressure of the slime was just enough to propel it through the hole in the wall. What she hadn’t predicted, and only discovered when she cautiously opened one eye, was that there was no neighboring room on the opposite side of the wall. Instead, the flow of gel was carrying her through an enormous empty space, with nothing below her but cracked concrete and filthy-looking water several hundred feet below. She instinctively kicked her legs and tried to flap her wings, but her legs were so thoroughly encased in thick slime that she could barely move them. And as for her wings - well, they’d disappeared along with her horn when Discord had declared that there would be no flying in this room.

Twilight risked a glance forward, and saw that the slime’s arc was bringing her closer to a metal-and-pressboard floor suspended in midair… much like the construction of the room she’d just left. It almost looked like she would make it there… in fact, it almost looked like she would land right on the crude orange circle someone had spraypainted onto the floor…

The flow of slime, still holding Twilight within it, scored a direct hit on the orange circle, as if the path of its arc had been precisely calculated in advance. Twilight had braced herself for impact, but when the gel smacked against the floor, its surface went rigid and the force of impact dissipated harmlessly around Twilight. For a moment she just floated in the violently wobbling slime, looking like a piece of fruit inside a gelatin mold, and once the motion calmed down, she kicked her way out and set her hooves on solid ground.

“Fascinating!” Said Twilight, watching the blob of slime slowly turn soft and drain through the floor.. “Smooze gel must be a non-Newponian fluid… Discord, I’d love to get a sample of this so I can run some tests on its properties.”

“You’re not supposed to be fascinated,” said Discord, his image appearing on another low-fidelity monitor. “Having fun would be an acceptable reaction. Or being disgusted. Or dying. But being intellectually curious is… well, it’s just not the point of this exercise, Princess. Nonetheless, you have solved my puzzle of slime. You may free your first of seven friends.”

He pointed his paw towards a corner of the room, where there stood a closed jack-in-the-box, some seven feet on a side. Each face of the box bore an image of Discord in garish clown makeup, seemingly painted so as to deliberately make him look as unsettling as possible. Twilight shuddered at the sight, and then shuddered again as she realized that she was soaked with slime. It was bad enough when the slime was just inside her rubber suit, but now it was thick, and every movement of her body felt like she was trudging through a swamp. She was soaked down to her skin, and her diaper was badly in need of a change - albeit not for the conventional reason.

But apparently this was what victory felt like. Squishing with each step, she trotted over to the jack-in-the-box, found the crank, and started to turn it. The warbling, off-key song was only just recognizable as “Pop Goes the Weasel,” and Twilight turned the crank slowly, bracing herself for something loud and sudden when the song got to the word “pop”...

But nothing happened. The song came to an end, and started up again. Twilight turned her head to look at the monitor, where Discord was gazing out expectantly. “Discord,” she said, “How long do I have to-”

The box burst open, and Twilight yelped and fell on her butt. The slime-soaked diaper squished loudly as her weight landed on it, and she felt the fluid oozing deep into her buttcrack. Sitting on her sodden bottom, she stared up at the jack-in-the-box; Something had emerged from the top, wobbling and bouncing on a thick metal spring. Something pony-shaped, although she didn’t quite recognize them…

Once the wobbling of the spring slowed down, Twilight was able to get a look at the sky-blue face of a pony she knew well. “Rainbow Dash!” She said, relieved to finally see a friend.

“Twilight!” Said Rainbow Dash. She extended her hooves, as if seeking a hug, but the queasy wobble of the jack-in-the-box’s spring kept pulling her out of reach. Twilight realized now why she didn’t recognize her at first; Dash was also wearing a rubber jester costume that covered most of her body in a motley patchwork of colors.

“Hang on, let me help you off of that thing,” said Twilight. She reached out her forehooves to grab Rainbow Dash as the spring brought her closer, but Dash suddenly vanished, leaving behind just a wobbling metal spring.

“Discord!” shouted Twilight. “If you can’t play fair-”

“Oh, calm down, Twilight,” said Discord. “You’ve saved Rainbow Dash and I’m not taking that away from you. I’ve just moved her someplace safe where she can wait while you complete the other challenges. Look, I’ll show you.”

The image on the monitor flickered, and changed to show a room marked off by red curtains, with a chevron pattern on the floor. Rainbow Dash walked into frame - still in her jester costume - and turned to look at the monitor. “Oh, hey, Twilight!” She said. “Can you hear me? Are you… wearing a diaper under there?”

Twilight scowled. “Never mind that,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” said Rainbow Dash. “There’s chairs here, and a snack table, so it’s, like, way better than being inside a box. But seriously, though, are you wearing a diaper? Because-”

“Okay, Discord!” Shouted Twilight. “She’s safe, I’m satisfied, turn off the screen!”

“Of course,” said Discord, as the monitor’s feed switched back to his room. “But just so you know, she will be able to watch every step of your journey from that room. I certainly hope nothing intentionally humiliating happens to you while your best friends are watching…”

Twilight groaned. “Let’s just get on with it.”

“So… this is obviously a trick,” said Twilight. The dark corridor had led her into another sterile white room, maybe fifty feet on a side, with another jack-in-the-box sitting in the middle of the floor. Twilight tested her legs, and found to her surprise that the slime inside her suit had disappeared.

“Twilight, you are terribly suspicious of those you feel have wronged you,” said Discord. “Trixie told me how cruel you were the second time she came to Ponyville.”

“You mean the Alicorn Amulet incident?”

“Yes!” Said Discord. “You didn’t even give her a chance! Maybe she would have been a really good insane dictator! At any rate, Princess, let me set your mind at ease. You have my word that, when you turn the crank of that jack-in-the-box, Applejack will emerge from it, unharmed, on a spring. And I further promise that, while my previous statement was technically true, there will be an unexpected twist to the situation that will make things inconvenient and, dare I say, humiliating for you.”

“Huh,” said Twilight. “Yeah, that’s… probably the truth.” She stepped forward and turned the crank - and it burst open on the very first note of “Pop Goes The Weasel,” once again surprising her so much that she fell back onto her butt.

Twilight had been expecting to see Applejack pop out of the jack-in-the-box on a spring, just the way Rainbow Dash had. But instead, she saw Applejack’s orange fur billowing out of the box, expanding as it left its enclosure. And that was just Applejack’s face. The rest of her was coated in a rubber jester costume, and that, too, expanded as it left the box, quickly swelling outward to fill the available space. Twilight shuffled backwards on her butt, getting out of the way of Applejack’s rapidly growing body, backing herself into a corner as Applejack’s head hit the ceiling and her giant hindquarters pushed up against the wall.

By the time she was done growing, Applejack took up most of the 50-foot-square room, leaving Twilight in a cramped corner, her rubber-coated body looming over her cowering friend. Twilight had feared she would be crushed by Applejack’s growth, and once she realized it had come to a stop, she let herself breathe a sigh of relief. “Applejack?” She called out, looking up.

“Oh hey, Twi!” Said Applejack. She shifted her body, moving her head forward so that she could look down at Twilight. Her face was monstrously huge and looming, but her friendly smile was comforting. “Last thing I remember is Discord showin’ up in my bedroom and sayin’ something he probably thought was real funny.”

From somewhere in the room there was a muffled sound of offense.

“An’ then next thing I know I’m poppin’ out of this box. So did Discord shrink ya, or am I jus’ real big?”

“Uh, it could be either, I guess,” said Twilight.

“Well, I sympathize,” said Applejack. “Bein’ small is no picnic. Although to be honest, bein’ big is likely to put a crick in my neck, if I don’t get outta this cramped room pretty soon. Can ya help me… uh… oh my goodness…”

“Applejack?” Said Twilight. “What’s wrong?” Applejack’s body was beginning to quiver, and her face was locked in an open-mouthed expression that Twilight couldn’t quite read…

“Twi…” gasped Applejack, “There’s somethin’ in this dern rubber suit… down in my, er… nether regions…” She reached down with her forehooves, shifting her body as best she could. “Feels kinda good, actually, but…” she fumbled at her crotch with her hooves, trying to find whatever was down there. “Sorry, Twi, this is embarrassin’, but… I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…”

Applejack’s body shook the whole room, drawing in sharp, quick breaths - and then she went still. “Whattaya know,” she said. “The thing just stopped. An’ right when I was about to - oh, oh Celestia, there it goes again…” Applejack started to shudder again, moaning as she approached climax - and then once again she stopped. “Dang it!” She yelled. “Blasted thing’s messin’ with my marehood, but it won’t let me cum! Oh, it’s startin’ again… Twilight, ya gotta help me…”

Twilight had been hesitant to intervene in the bizarre scenario, but now that Applejack had asked for her help, she steeled her courage and charged in. Applejack’s crotch was close to the floor and easy to access, but the rubber was too thick for Twilight to get through. A quick check told her that her wings and horn were still gone, so there was no help there. “Applejack!” She said, “Can you lift me up? I think I need to… go inside your suit…”

“Fer real?” Said Applejack - but then the sexual stimulation fired up again, and her body quivered with helpless arousal. “Okay, yeah,” she said, “good idea!” She reached down with both hooves, carefully held Twilight between them, and lifted her friend up to her face.

“Okay,” said Twilight, “I’m going in. And I’ll… fix this… somehow.” Twilight kicked off from Applejack’s hooves, landing herself just below Applejack’s chin. From there, she was able to squeeze herself between Applejack and the rubber suit. It was a tight fit, but there was just enough give in the rubber that she could make slow progress downward.

As she crawled down along Applejack’s belly, the rubber of Twilight’s suit rubbed and squeaked up against the inside of Applejack’s outfit. It felt strange to be so close to Applejack’s body - a body Twilight was familiar with, but not quite so intimately as this. Applejack was huge, her body warm and powerful and quaking with arousal. And the lower she got, the more intense the scent of Applejack’s aroused marehood. The musky scent was trapped inside the suit, making it humid and stuffy as Applejack’s aroused pussy produced more and more of it.

Twilight sank lower, and when her hooves nudged something soft and moist, she knew she had hit Applejack’s giant pussy. In the musky darkness, Twilight fumbled for the source of Applejack’s sexual torment, and she soon found it - a hard plastic device that buzzed intermittently against Applejack’s clit.

Bracing herself against the thick rubber at her back, Twilight pulled at the device, trying to wrestle it out of Applejack’s pussy. But the device was larger than she initially realized, its length stretching deep into Applejack’s love tunnel, and there was simply not enough room inside the rubber suit to wiggle it free.

Twilight ran her hooves along the pussy juice-slicked surface of the device, searching for some kind of off switch. Instead, she found a thick cable - a cord - leading down. Sorry, Applejack, thought Twilight. I’m gonna have to go… deeper. Clenching her mouth shut, Twilight crawled down past Applejack’s pussy, smearing herself with her friend’s fluid as her body slid past the giant pony’s slick lips. She followed the wire deeper, down between Applejack’s legs, and found herself between two enormous fleshy walls that she knew to be Applejack’s giant butt cheeks.

Applejack had always had a generous backside, with a layer of fat over powerful glutes. Twilight had always admired it, but she’d never expected to be quite this… intimate with it. The wire led into Applejack’s buttcrack, and Twilight followed it, squeezing in between her cheeks. Progress was slow - with each pre-orgasmic quiver of her body, her butt clenched, holding Twilight captive in her crack. Applejack’s glutes were probably strong enough to overpower Twilight even at their regular size, so Twilight didn’t stand a chance against them now.

But every time they unclenched, Twilight got a little further, and in time she followed the cord back to its source, another plastic device. This one was smaller, with a hoof-sized dial on its surface. This must turn off the vibrator! thought Twilight. She got a grip on the dial and turned it clockwise -

And then she was nearly squashed flat as Applejack’s ass clenched harder than ever. Even through the thick rubber she could hear Applejack screaming as sher body shook. Oh, thought Twilight. I guess clockwise turns it up. She rode out Applejack’s orgasm, clenched tight between her cheeks, and when it finally died down, Twilight turned the dial in the opposite direction, as far as it would go. Applejack’s butt unclenched, and her body rose and fell with huge, relieved breaths.

And then Applejack was gone. Twilight fell - only about five feet, luckily - and landed on the floor of an empty room. “Applejack?” she yelled.

“Hey, Twilight!” Applejack replied. Twilight turned to the monitor, which showed Applejack standing in the same red room where she’d seen Rainbow Dash. “I’m, uh… somewhere else now! Normal size ‘n everything! Thanks fer helpin’ out and, uh… y’all an’ me don’t need to talk about what happened if y’all don’t want to.” She tilted her head. “Why’re ya all wet, sugarcube?”

“It’s your pussy juice, Applejack,” grumbled Twilight.

“Welp!” said Applejack, blushing deeply. “Should’na asked!” From offscreen, Twilight heard Rainbow Dash breaking into laughter. “Uh, I guess I’ll see ya around!” She turned to Rainbow Dash and in a low voice muttered, “Uh, is Twi wearin’ a diaper?”

“She totally is-” said Rainbow Dash, and then the monitor switched back to Discord.

“Friendship wins again!” said Discord. “You and Applejack got closer than ever, and it’s all thanks to me! Hmm, maybe I should be Princess of Friendship…” With a pop, Twilight’s horn and wings appeared on his body.

“Urgh, remind me to wash those when I get them back,” said Twilight. “That is the grossest thing that’s happened to me today.”

“Hurtful,” said Discord, scowling and crossing his arms. “But I shan’t hold it against you.” Below the monitor, a panel slid aside to reveal another dark corridor. “Whenever you’re ready, come and play my next game.”

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