Author's Note

Written by the critically acclaimed Script Write! If you enjoy this, be sure to check out her page for all of her other wonderfully kinky works and give her a follow as thanks!

Featuring the editing talents of Silent Whisper (to be paid in stolen cookies from the ‘hidden’ stash) and Winter Thorn

The following story contains: Adult Foals, diapers, sissification, humiliation, watersports and hypnosis.

Greener on the Other Side by Script Write (Adult Foals, Diapers, Watersports, Hypnosis)

Hoof Holder trotted through the dimly-lit halls of Clocktower Equestria East, the green fire of the torches on the grey rock walls doing little to illuminate her path. Her green coat matched the light, though the same could not be said for her white mane, which took on a slightly swampy hue.

She checked her PipSub for the time. 11:54. She was right on schedule.

Her saddlebags tugged at her sides, packed full of everything she was going to need for the evening ahead, an event she’d been planning with one of her regular ‘playmates’ for quite some time.

The unicorn had quickly finished her marking of pop-quizzes and tests from her day job as a teacher at Ponyville Middle School to attend to her most guilty of pleasures.

The back halls of the facility were long and winding, and her destination was one tucked away almost as far away from the main play areas as possible due to the more… niche demand for its use.

At last, though, she arrived at the familiar door, painted with tasteful baby blue and candyfloss pink stripes. Emblazoned on the door was the outline of a pacifier and foal’s bottle in shining gold paint. She had arrived.

She lifted a hoof to knock on the door but hesitated as she realised she’d forgotten a very important step: getting in character.

Taking a deep breath, she made herself totally and completely ignorant. She knew nothing of what was behind that strange door.

Holder nodded, satisfied that her mind state was just right for what she was about to do. She brought her hoof back up and knocked it against the door in the specific pattern she knew she was to use to signal the start of the scene.

She watched as the door swung open revealing the smiling face of her good friend and play partner, Baby Bottle. The two of them had been friends since elementary school, and friends-with-benefits since high school. They’d both found and joined the Society at the same time and had always confided each other their deepest and kinkiest secrets.

His usual red collar was firmly attached around his neck along with a crystal disk that served as his name tag (or his dom medallion when their roles were reversed). A PipSub was firmly attached to his hoof, also showing the time. It seemed she wasn’t the only pony who was eager for the scene to come.

Luckily for Holder, Bottle had been very receptive to this idea and had pounced at the chance to help her finally experience what she’d spent so many lonely nights with her hoof pressed into her marehood fantasising about.

Of course, from that point forward, the second she stepped past the door she was to forget everything about him, his name, his fetishes, the feeling of his cock buried insi-- No, don’t get too worked up yet! she thought to herself. She couldn’t allow herself to get too pent up too soon lest she ruined her perfect moment with her pesky lust.

“Hello there, welcome to Grassy Fields, for the foals at heart!” Bottle said, smiling at her widely. He was always incredible at staying in character, his life outside of the Society tending to the needs of actual foals. He was often involved playing the ‘prince’ character for fillies with grand dreams of being Raponezel or Cinherdella.

She smiled knowingly at him, peeking into the lobby of the daycare. “So I am at the right place, thank Celestia, I thought I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere!” she said innocently.

The walls were all painted sky-blue, with big, cartoon graphics of white clouds scattered around the room. Also painted along the bottom of the walls were crude, foalish drawings of ponies of different colors, shapes, and races playing on a field of green. Directly opposite the entrance to the lobby was a large set of double doors, decorated with a large, smiling sun painted in the center.

“Yes, we can be a little hard to find sometimes, but I assure you that it was well worth the trek all the way from the main hall! My name is Baby Bottle and I’ll be your tour guide today!” Bottle said, stepping aside to let her through and into the spacious lobby.

“Hello Mister Bottle, my name is Hoof Holder. I do hope you don’t mind that I take notes on what I see today, I’m rather forgetful, you see?”

“That’s totally fine, Miss Holder, and please, just Bottle is fine.”

“In that case, there’s no need to be so formal with me, either!” she said in a friendly tone.

A receptionist sat at a desk to Holder’s right, a Clocktower Maid tasked specifically with the administration of registering the Adult Foals and all of their specific fetishes along with dealing with the safekeeping of diaper keys, magical tape locks which ensured a little ‘foal’ couldn’t pry the tapes off their padding and make a mess everywhere.

The card-like keys all hung on the wall behind her, each engraved with the cutie mark of the pony whose key pertained to their specific diaper. Holder glanced at the maid, winking cheekily to remind her that there was a scene in progress as she checked the keys hanging behind her.

Perfect! Looks like we’re nice and busy tonight! she thought. She always loved having an audience for her kinkiest endeavours.

“Now, shall we proceed with the tour?” the stallion asked, turning and trotting towards the double doors.

As he turned, Holder got a good look at the poofy clean diaper that adorned his flank that crinkled with each of his steps. A crystalline safety bell hung from his tail, tied in place with a short pink ribbon.

He noticed her staring as he glanced over his shoulder, smiling as she inspected the graphics that were supposed to indicate how wet his diaper was. His indicators displayed the image of foal rattles. It seemed that he was still dry.

That would change before long.

“Our first stop is the playroom!” he explained as he opened the doors and stepped into another room, decorated much the same as in the lobby, but containing some twenty-odd adult foals all diapered and playing with various blocks, dolls and action figures.

She looked over the mares and stallions, most either babbling to each other in a barely understandable foalish form of Equestrian or suckling on a pacifier given to them by one of the caretakers who roamed the playroom, performing spontaneous diaper checks or taking foals for naptime in a small room to Holder’s left.

“While the regular collars, bells, and medallions are still a requirement while playing in the daycare, we have our own additional identification system here at Grassy Fields,” Bottle explained. “Our diapers are especially made to the specifications of their users, making sure their caretakers know just what to expect when they check their rumps to see how much of a mess they’ve made!”

He caught the eye of a stallion in a ball pit in the corner of the room, smiling and motioning for Holder to follow along as he confidently stepped over the ponies sprawled out on the foam-padded floor and looked down at the adult colt, who babbled and played with the colorful balls. He was a blue pegasus with yellow streaks in his otherwise pure white mane.

“I’ll use little Cool Breeze to show you how it all works!” he said, looking at the stallion. “Like all good diapers, our padding has wetness indicators to make our diligent caretakers’ lives just a little bit easier.”

Bottle used his earth pony strength to lift the relatively light pegasus stallion from the ball pit, being sure to grab him just like one would a foal by placing his hooves under his armpits and letting him wiggle in the air while he dragged him from the sea of plastic. He held him up with his rump facing the mare, showing off his pink, frilly diaper, which had a large yellow stain spreading across it. Unlike Bottle’s wetness indicators, Holder could see that the smudged graphics running down the center of the diaper once displayed the image of tiaras and bunnies.

“The waistband of the diaper displays various colors to show caretakers what kind of attention they’ll need to give the foals as well as how they like to spend their playtime,” he told her. “White markings show that the foal prefers to stay clean, yellow means to expect them to leak and brown shows that they may be a little mushbutt from time to time,” he explained, gesturing to Breeze’s yellow and pink waistband.

Holder rarely indulged in scat play, so she was more familiar with the yellow and white graphics; though she had dealt with her fair share of mess, she often found it far too repulsive.

Bottle, on the other hoof, commonly wore a brown and yellow waistband, though usually made sure it was only yellow during his time with Holder.

She reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a notebook, quill, and inkpot, dabbing the tip in the black fluid and starting to write on the pad to trigger hypnotic suggestion she’d placed in Bottle’s mind in preparation for the scene just a few days earlier.

Bottle opened his mouth to continue speaking but found his words caught in his throat as a trickle of warm pee squirted into his diaper. A blush spread across his face as he cleared his throat in an attempt to hide the soft ‘pssh’ of the liquid hitting the plastic before soaking into the hyper-absorbent padding. Holder smiled innocently at him, having finished her writing and put away her tools.

“Go on~,” she prompted, glancing at his crotch to remind him that she knew exactly what just happened.

Bottle regained his composure and continued his explanation. “Additionally, pink marks show that a little one likes to dress up in pretty pink dresses and be treated like the little filly they know they are deep down inside, even if they complain when their grown-up cages up their pesky colt bits, and of course ble marks for the fillies who prefer to be colts. Finally, if you see a green waistband, that means that the foal has decided to take a break from grown-up games, and shouldn’t be taken out of the playroom, changing room and nap room.”

Breeze’s diaper squished audibly as Bottle plopped his rump on the floor, making him giggle as he wiggled in his soaked padding. Her tour leader conspicuously slipped a hoof into the back of the diaper, making an exaggerated mock gasp as he felt the wetness inside.

“Wow! You’ve really soaked yourself haven’t you!” he said to the colt, who blushed slightly and smiled proudly up at him.

“Uh-huh!” he said, nodding quickly.

“Well then, we best get you changed!” Bottle told him, lifting him onto his back and picking up a crumpled princess’ dress that sat discarded on the floor before setting off towards a second set of double doors at the the back of the the room. A large sign with the words ‘changing room’ sat above the doors, which Bottle swung open to reveal a long hall with two rows of adult-sized changing tables on either side.

Various foals lay on the tables with caretakers standing over them. They giggled and squirmed as the ‘older’ ponies tickled under their arms and blew raspberries on their bellies.

“Welcome to the changing room!” Bottle said, finding a free table to lay Breeze.

The pegasus kicked his hind legs as he reached towards the mobile that hung above him, styled after the solar system. Bottle gave it a soft tap to make it spin slowly, making him giggle as he watched twirl and swing.

Reaching into the cabinet that sat beside the table, Bottle pulled out two different diaper designs.

The first was a dark blue one, the front was decorated with the symbols of the popular superheroes, the Power Ponies, and the wetness indicators were styled after the villains that every colt and filly was familiar with.

The second was the same as the soaked diaper that was still wrapped around Breeze’s waist, pink with large frills which folded out behind the wearer as he or she used it and wetness indicators made to look like cartoon tiaras and bunny rabbits.

“Which one do you want?” Bottle asked as he gently removed the tapes on Breeze’s diaper, making it squish as the yellow padding flopped off of his crotch.

Looking closer, Holder could see that his sheath had a cage locked around it, stopping him doing anything more than squirm every time he felt the urge to touch himself. The stallion giggled as cold air brushed his sensitive crotch, the cage twitching as his cock pushed against its cage desperately.

He pawed at it with his hooves, still staring up at the other stallion as he whined in complaint. Bottle quickly pulled his hooves away.

“Now now, good little girls don’t touch their pesky colt parts, do they?” he teased.

“I-I iz nawt a girl!” the pegasus complained.

“Lying gets you spankies, remember~.”

Breeze squeaked, a blush spreading across his face as he stopped struggling against his caretaker’s magic.

“Now, which diapee do you want next, sweetie?” Bottle asked, tickling his tummy a little to distract him from his twitching sheath.

“D-Da bloo one!”

“Really? I don’t think a good little sissy filly would want a diaper worn by icky boys. Don’t you wanna be a good sissy?” he asked, wiggling the pink diaper in the air to draw his attention to it.

A look of conflict flashed across Cool Breeze’s face, followed by a resigned sigh as he closed his eyes and nodded.

“I-I wanna be a good s-sissy…” he muttered.

“What was that? Use your words, you can do it!”

“I-I wanna be a good sissy!” he shouted, causing everypony in the room to stop what they were doing and look over in his direction for a moment before breaking into a fit of giggles.

Breeze blushed as Bottle patted his head affectionately. “Good girl!” he said, sliding his used diaper out from under him, lifting his hind legs to quickly wipe the excess pee from his rump. He pulled a bottle from the cabinet and covered his caged crotch with a layer of white foal powder.

He leaned down, placing his lips on the stallion’s exposed belly and blowing a loud raspberry, making Breeze squeal and giggle as he flailed in a futile attempt to get his caretaker to stop.

Deciding to stop the torture, Bottle pulled away from Breeze’s squirming barrel and slid the new, clean padding beneath his rump.

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl!” he teased, reaching down and unlocking the cage on his sheath.

Breeze squealed happily, his hooves shooting towards his crotch as his cock quickly shot to attention. Bottle caught his hooves, making the colt whine in desperation.

“Now now, you’ll get your treat soon enough~”

His hooves skillfully pulled the new diaper through his legs and held it and folded the crinkly wings of the diaper around him, securely sticking the tapes to the landing pad. The PipSub attached to his foreleg lit up for a moment, the colors of the pink waist band quickly morphing to show a checkered pattern of yellow in addition to the pastel pink of the rest of the padding. At the same time, his tapes glowed as the symbol of a lock appeared upon them before quickly fading away, making sure he couldn’t remove his own tapes.

Stepping back to admire his work, Bottle looked over the blushing, giggling colt to make sure that he wouldn’t leak (for now).

Holder felt her nethers tingling at the sight of the stallion lying helplessly on the changing table. A bead of liquid arousal dripped down her hind legs as she watched him crinkle and hump against the plastic in a desperate attempt to get off.

Bottle chuckled and pulled a baby blue pen from the cabinet, uncapping it and scribbling on the pink landing pad on the front. “There!” he said, sitting the squirming stallion up to show off the front of the diaper, where he’d written ‘sissy’ in large hoofwriting. “Isn’t she cute?” he asked.

“Very cute!” Holder responded as her guide lifted the stallion and slipped him into the pink dress he had picked up from beside the ball pit in the playroom. It was far too short for a grown pony, and the skirt did nothing to hide the poofy pink garment or muffle the loud rustling that came from his rump as he toddled about.

“You want your treat now?” Bottle asked, taking his hoof and leading him past the other changing tables towards a third set of doors this time labeled ‘naughty room’.

“Yes pwease!” Breeze replied, happily hopping along beside the unicorn.

The mare watched the two stallions’ padded rumps sway as they trotted. She began reaching into her saddlebags with her magic.

Bottle glanced over his shoulder at Holder, “Now we get to the fun par-” he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a familiar scratching behind him.

Holder had taken her quill and parchment out and begun to draw slow, rhythmic circles on the page.

It wasn’t long before Bottle lost control again. He let out a soft squeak and flattened his ears in embarrassment as he soaked his padding with hot piss, making it bulge and squish as he tried to tense and stop the stream of warm liquid.

Breeze noticed the musky scent of urine from his caretaker, letting go of his hoof and prodding his squishy rump, making him even more aware of how obvious his wetting was.

The rattles on his rump smudged, the images slowly disappearing as he squirted more and more pee into the absorbent nappy wrapped around him.

After what felt like hours, Holder finished ‘taking notes’ and returned her equipment to her saddlebags.

“You were saying?” she said, giving him a knowing smile.

“Y-Yes, uh…” the earth pony stuttered as he regained his earlier confidence, taking Breeze’s hoof once more and proceeding through the door.

“As you may know, our daycare is very… liberal as to what forms of play we allow with our little ones!” he explained as he entered the room.

An angelic chorus of squeaks, moans, and begging greeted Holder’s ears as she stepped into the room. Foals and caretakers were scattered around the hard concrete floor in various states of pleasure and pain.

One unicorn mare-turned-filly stood with her flank pushed high in the air and her pull-ups laying on the floor around her hooves while her ‘Daddy’ stuffed her piss-coated fillyhood with his throbbing shaft.

Holder bit her lip as she watched him coo in her ear.

“You’re being such a good little foal~,” he said as he pulled out before quickly ramming himself back into her.

Another pegasus colt was tied to a spreader bar, his diaper bulged as his cock desperately throbbed against the yellowed front. An earth pony stallion stood behind him with a belt in his mouth.

“What do you say?” the caretaker asked.

“I-I iz sowwy...” the colt replied. A loud ‘whap’ filled the air as the belt slammed against his presented rump.

“What for?”

“F-For stealing F-Final Say’s cookies!” he babbled.

Another spanking.

“And?”

“F-For being b-bwatty and leaking wifout telling yoos!”

He squealed as the belt hit his other flank.

“And what do you deserve?”

“I-I deserve to be p-pwunished!”

His head flung back as he screamed and moaned while the caretaker went to town on his padded flanks, whipping him with the firm belt again and again.

Holder tore her eyes away from the scenes before her, instead focusing on what Bottle was doing with Breeze.

He led the colt to a set of hoofcuffs that were bolted to the floor, nudging him to step into the shackles so that he could clamp the cuffs around his hind legs.

“Why won’t you bind his forehooves?” Holder enquired, peering down at the helpless, quivering colt.

“We like to reward our foals for playing nice, but learning is always a priority here at Grassy Fields,” Bottle explained, quickly moving to a table to the group’s right which housed rows and rows of foal bottles filled with a white fluid.

Various symbols were printed on the bottles, indicating that not all of the ‘milk’ was the same. Bottle grabbed a bottle emblazoned with a large, yellow star.

“Today’s lesson will be… stamina.” he teased, placing the Bottle between the pegasus’ hooves and making his front end drop to the ground and his flank push up as he greedily grabbed it and began to suckle.

“That’s it, drink up little one,” he cooed as the colt greedily suckled on the rubbery teat of the bottle. His face flushed as he struggled against his bindings a little, humping desperately at his padding, which he’d wet slightly sometime between the changing room and the room they were in.

He whined desperately as Bottle turned to a box beside the drinks table labelled ‘toys’. He hummed as he searched through the box and pulled out a strange harness-like apparatus.

The stallion used his earth pony strength to stop his ‘victim’ from squirming as he wrapped the leather around Breeze’s waist. Holder felt the heat in her nethers grow as she realised what it was for.

A long cylindrical device pressed against the front of Breeze’s diaper, held firmly in place by the leather harness, pressing against the impressive bulge his fully erect cock made as it twitched beneath the plastic.

Bottle finished rigging the harness to his body, stepping back to see how much the foal had drunk from his bottle.

“Good girl, you can drink the other half when you’re ready!” he said, making the colt smile at the praise.

He chuckled softly as he pressed a button on the base of the base of the harness, right over where his pucker would be if not covered by his poofy nappy. Holder noticed a dial sitting just below the button, with a small line pointing to the word ‘reward’.

A soft buzz filled the air as a magical aura surrounded the device, making the rubbery head of the cylinder vibrate softly against his throbbing shaft.

Breeze threw his head back and let out a long, girly moan as the vibrator filled his body with pleasure. His wings shot out from his sides as he resisted the urge to cum as best he could.

“Wh-What was in that bottle?” Holder asked, her tail lifting as she smelled the colt’s musk, showing off her soaked, winking pussy.

“Starbright, Stampede along with a shot of our very own Sunshower to loosen up his bladder!” We call it Gold Star. most of our caretakers like to use it to reward little ones for a job well done,” Bottle said.

Holder was very aware of the purpose of Sunshower and Gold Star. She’d both used it on others as well as had it used on her. The magical cocktail used a combination of unicorn and Zebra magic to make your bladder refill at a constant rate, even if a pony was only drinking little fluids.

Breeze whined as the increased sensitivity and the fact that he had been desperate to get off for hours while locked in his tight cage caused him to quickly reach his limit. He humped and throbbed against the vibrator as cum leaked from the top of his diaper and dribbled to the floor.

The sissy colt squimed on the spot, tugging even more on his bindings as a new feeling grew in his crotch.

“Oh, does the little girl need help to make pee in her diapee?” Bottle cooed as he reached beneath the colt and gave his exposed lower belly a firm poke.

A blush spread across his face as a stream of hot pee shot from his cock and began to stain the front of his diaper a deep yellow, wicking to the back and spreading across his rump as the wetness indicators smudged a little.

“What do we say, little sissy?” Bottle cooed, brushing a strand of the ‘filly’s messy mane from his face.

“T-Tank yoo for helping me go pee pee, Mister Bottle...” he managed to say between lustful pants and sighs of relief.

“Good girl.”

The stallion rotated the dial on the base of the harness to ‘milk’. The rounded head of the device began to pump up and down his still mostly-erect cock, quickly bringing him back to full mast and reducing him to a quivering mess as it quickly brought him back to the edge of his climax.

“Shall we move on? I have a feeling this little one will be enjoying her reward for the rest of the evening, and I’m sure the other caretakers will be more than happy to help her out,” he said, nodding to a maid nearby and glancing at him, making sure she’d keep an eye on him until a caretaker arrived to continue teasing him.

He led the unicorn to a more discrete, plain black door with no distinct features other than the outline of a book with a spiral on the cover engraved in gold on the front of it.

The two ponies looked at each other for a moment. Holder removed from her saddlebag a dom medallion made from a blue translucent crystal and pressed it to the door. Bottle nodded and flicked his tail, making his bell ring softly.

The door responded to this by creaking as it swung open to reveal a set of stairs leading deep into the bowels of the society. Dull green light painted the steps, contrasting the bright, friendly lighting of the room behind them.

“After you, Miss Holder!” Bottle said, stepping aside and gesturing towards the staircase.

“Wh-Where does this lead? And I told you to drop the ‘miss’!” she said, hesitantly stepping down the stairs.

“This staircase will lead us to the most fun part of our little daycare, the hypnosis rooms!” Bottle responded, closing the door behind him as he joined her in trotting down the steps.

Holder wiggled excitedly as she quickly made her way down the stairs. She’d been waiting for this part of the ‘tour’ for weeks!

The muffled sounds of ponies moaning and grunting in the naughty room behind her slowly faded as she descended, leaving only the sound of her hooves clicking on the stone of the stairs.

Finally, they reached another door the same as the one they’d just come through, prompting them to verify themselves once more.

As Bottle’s bell echoed in the stairwell, the door swung open to reveal a room occupied by a few pairs of doms and subs, each with their own crystals in full view to show. Two maids sat at a desk at the opposite side of the room to where the pair entered, carefully watching the submissives.

Eahc sub’s eyes looked unfocused and distant, staring blankly at their doms and the implements they were using to take them into a deep trance.

Doors led to a changing room to the left of the desk and ‘green area’ to the right. The babying guild’s familiar ‘pacifier and bottle’ was displayed prouldly on the wall. Beside it was the same ‘book of spirals’ insignia that was emblazoned upon the safety doors, the symbol of the hypnosis guild, the Storytellers. The rest of the walls were covered in wallpaper similar to the type used in the main daycare, but instead of diapered playing, the clearly submissive babies stared into the eyes of unpadded ponies larger than them, locked in a trance.

“Welcome to the hypnosis room!” Bottle said, stepping into the room. “Our hypnotists are trained by the best trainers the Storyteller guild has to offer in order to giveour little colts and fillies who have forgotten just how young and helpless they really are the best potty-untraining and foalification services possible!”

“Young and helpless, like you?” Holder asked innocently, reaching into her bag with her magic once more.

Bottle blushed softly, “W-Well, not me, I’m grown, so I don’t require this room!” he stuttered.

“Really? If you’re so grown, then why is your diaper so soaking wet?” she asked, drawing her quill and parchment from her bag and starting to slowly scratch.

Bottle’s mind had already been worn down by the previous triggering of the mental conditioning Hoof Holder had performed on him in preparation for the scene, meaning he showed no resistance as he emptied the last of his bladder into his already soaking wet padding.

“W-Well, I… Mmph~” he started to say before he was cut off by the feeling of Holder’s lips against his interrupted his excuse.

Holder smirked as she broke the kiss, drawing a bottle of Gold Star from her bag and setting it to the side as she continued to scribble on the parchment. His PipSub lit up as it recognised the signs of its owner’s mind starting to cloud.

“M-Mith Holder, I-I don’t tink yoo understand, I-I iz only a tour guide, I’m n-nawt like dese odder fwoals!” he babbled, the hypnosis starting to work away at his ability to speak.

“I thought I told you not to call me ‘Miss’!” Holder said sternly, making Bottle’s ears flatten in submission. She leaned in close. “Mommy is more than fine,” she whispered, making the stallion whimper.

“N-Noes…” he muttered.

Holder tutted. “If you’re going to be a naughty little girl and tell Mommy ‘no’ then I guess you just won’t get a treat later!” she said as she pulled away from his ear, motioning to the bottle on the floor beside her.

The stallion gasped, his eyes locking to the bottle as he whimpered in frustration.

“Oh? So you do want a treat after all!” she said, picking up the bottle and shaking it in front of him.

“Y-Yesh pweese!” he said, reaching out for the milk.

The mare jerked it away from him. “Yes please who?” she asked, floating her quill and paper closer to his ear as the tip dragged across the page.

The stallion shook his head.

“Yoo iz nawt my Mommy! I-I iz grown upz!”

“Are you sure?~” she asked, taking the bottle further from his hooves.

“S-Supah sure!” he said.

Holder slowly tipped the bottle towards her mouth, taking a single, slow suck to draw just a few spurts of the magically warmed milk from the teat.

“Mmm, this milk tastes sooo good! It’s a shame you’re missing out on how good it feels when it splashes in my tummy...” she said in a patronising tone.

Bottle sniffled, tears welling up in his eyes as he watched his milk slowly drain away. “P-Pwease give me da milkies, M-Mommy!” he cried, throwing his head back and sitting on his rump with a squish.

Holder immediately stopped drinking, rushing to the stallion’s side to pull him into a tight hug as she offered him the bottle, which he quickly snatched from her magical aura and suckled on greedily.

“There there, sweetie~” Holder cooed, placing the tip of her quill on the back of his neck, gently pressing it against his spine. “See how easy it is when you just do as Mommy says?” she said, starting to slowly drag the quill down his neck.

“U-Uh-huh…” he muttered around the rubbery nipple in his muzzle.

“It’s so easy to just let go and let Mommy worry about everything, so easy to give up control.”

He squirmed as the clocktail began to affect his body, making him squeak and moan while he humped and ground against his soggy padding.

The mare pressed a hoof between his legs, feeling a wiry cage locked around his sheath.

“D’aww, is my little girl all tingly down there?” she teased, biting her lip as she felt her juices pooling beneath her rump. The quill continued making its way down his spine as he finished draining the bottle of every drop of his milk.

“Do you feel my quill writing on you, sweetie? Writing over your mind? Don’t you want to just give up and let Mommy’s quill tell you how to be a good little baby girl?”

His face reddened as he huffed in protest at the words ‘little girl.’ “Bah boo--” he tried to say, finding that only foalish babbling slipped past his lips, “Da! Gah!” he sputtered, his tears from earlier returning.

“Shh, shh…” she whispered, brushing the tears from his eyes and gently stroking his mane. “You don’t need to speak to let Mommy take care of you!” she said as she pulled him onto her lap and cradled him like a small foal. Her magic pushed against his lower belly, just like he did to Breeze with his hoof upstairs just moments earlier.

He whimpered and babbled as her touch calmed him, each soft stroke sending a wave of happiness and arousal through his body as his drink made the intensity every slight sensation increase tenfold.

Not long after he finished his milk, Holder began to feel a new wet sensation spreading across her lap. She looked into his half-lidded eyes as she heard him huff a sigh of relief.

Glancing down, she smiled as she saw a stream of yellow piss flowing from the sides of his over-filled diaper, soaking her hind legs in his musk.

“Wow! You had a lot of pee pee saved up in that widdle bladder of yours, didn’t you!” she said in an exaggerated happy voice. “See, doesn’t it feel nice to lose control like a good little girl?”

The colt giggled at her voice, grinning proudly at being called a ‘good girl.’

“Now, I think it’s changie time, don’t you?” she teased, standing up and floating him to his hooves.

His brow furrowed in concentration as he stumbled to find his balance, the hypnotic conditioning stripping him of almost all of his motor skills.

“Come on, you can do it!” Holder encouraged, gently steadying him with a hoof.

He poked his tongue out as he firmly planted his hooves on the floor before grinning proudly up at his Mommy.

“Good girl! Now, follow me and we’ll get you changed up!” she said. She trotted in the direction of the changing room.

She used her magic to nudge him upright as he toddled along behind her, babbling incoherently at the other foals as he left a trail of yellow liquid in his wake.

The hypnosis section’s changing room was the same as the regular one in style, featuring the same rows of changing tables, diaper pails and cabinets.

Holder picked her colt up and laid him upon one of the change tables, giggling as he stared at the mobile above him, which was styled as a hypnotic swirl instead of the planets of the mobiles they’d seen earlier. She spun the mobile, keeping his dulled mind focused on the slowly turning image which drew him deeper and deeper into his already heavy trance.

Peeling the tapes away from his ruined padding, she licked his lips as she saw his sensitive cock pushing at the cage he’d locked himself in prior to the tour’s commencement.

“Looks like widdle Baby Bottle Junior wants to make stickies, isn’t that right?” she asked, making him moan softly as she prodded at the cage. “Do you think you could do that for Mommy?” she said, pushing her hoof against the cage firmly.

He broke his attention from the hypnotic mobile above him as pleasure shot through his body.

“Go on, sweetie, be a good filly and make stickies with your tiny girl-cock!” she encouraged. He whined desperately as he humped at his cage, drops of sticky pre dripping through the wire and spreading across his crotch.

Holder pressed a hoof to his warm padding, soaking her hoof in his piss. She caught a few drops of his pre and rubbed it between her hooves before pressing the hoof against his tight pucker, making him squeak as it stretched around the tip. “Come on, little filly, make lots of stickies for Mommy!” she cooed, pushing only the edge of her hoof against his tailhole, making it spread slightly.

His back arched as the enhanced sensation of her firm hoof quickly pushed him over the edge. He squealed and babbled with pleasure as cum shot from his caged cock, the wiry metal causing it to spray and coat his chest, sides and the soft table below.

“Mmm, such a good girl,” Holder cooed, pulling her hoof from his tailhole with a wet squelch before cleaning it with a few squirts of hoof sanitizer from the cabinet of changing supplies.

Bottle panted and gazed at his Mommy with the same half-lidded, unfocused eyes as the entranced foals they’d seen as they entered the hypnosis room. He smiled weakly at the praise, his cage twitching as the last shot of cum painted his coat.

Wanting to test that her hypnosis had completely worked, she pulled two diapers from the cabinet with the same designs that Bottle had teased Breeze with earlier in the tour.

“Point to the one you want, sweetheart!” she said, holding them both above him and waggling them enticingly.

Almost immediately, his hooves shot towards the pink, frilly nappy. He chattered excitedly in his indecipherable foalish language, grabbing desperately at the padding.

Holder smiled warmly. Her hypnosis worked! Not only was he totally obedient, but he showed none of the usual embarrassment that he usually displayed when being treated like a filly.

“Alright, alright, stop being so wiggly so Mommy can clean you up!” she instructed, making him stop dead still, pulling a silly face and trying to hold back his giggles as she pulled out a wet baby wipe and carefully cleaned his crotch of piss and cum.

She left the cumstains on his chest and belly, cleaning only what she needed to before sliding his sodden, decidedly gender-neutral white diaper off and replacing it with his new, girly garment.

“Do you wanna go play now?” she asked, seeing his face light up at the word ‘play’ while she firmly taped the crinkling padding around his waist and watched his PipBuck light up to change the waistband and lock his tapes.

Lifting him in her magic, she pulled from the cabinet a dress similar to the one Breeze wore and slipped him into it. Its candy pink frills and a short skirt that did nothing to hide his padded rump. She placed a silver plastic tiara atop his head and popped a pacifier with the word ‘princess’ written on its front into his mouth.

He squealed with happiness as she set him back on the floor and once again used a little magic to help him find his hooves.

“Okay, let’s go upstairs and show off what a good sissy you’ve been!” she said, leading him out of the changing room and back through the hypnosis room, grabbing her saddlebags on the way out.

She winked at one of the four maids before swinging open the door to the staircase leading back to the naughty room and stepped past, waiting for the colt to catch up before grabbing him in her magic and swinging the door behind her as she helped the stallion-gone-toddler up the steps.

As soon as the door clicked, the PipSub on his forehoof beeped softly as a timer appeared on its interface. They had another hour before she was to break his trance, and she fully intended to make it count.

After slowly but surely making their way back up the dark staircase, they swung the second safety door open and stepped into the naughty room, greeted by the lustful chorus of stallions, mares, colts and fillies alike.

More than a few ponies noticed the pair re-enter the room, caretakers staring at Holder with a mix of lust and jealousy while the other foals giggled and pointed at Bottle, who squeaked shyly and blushed furiously.

Of the ponies staring was a still-bound, yet considerably more unkempt Cool Breeze. His empty bottle of Gold Star rolled on the floor beside him while a half-finished bottle with the crudely drawn symbol of a dumbbell printed upon it sat just out of his reach.

A trail of a sticky, off-white fluid dribbled from the corner of his mouth and his dress had been hastily removed from his body and tossed aside, covered in cum. His diaper was almost completely full, a few drops of golden liquid dripping down his leg and onto the cuffs below him.

His eyes lit up as he noticed the pair trotting towards him, a weak smile forming on his face as he grabbed at the bottle fruitlessly in a desperate request to have the caretaker give it to him.

Holder giggled at his desperation, gently tapping the bottle and rolling it to him. “Do you wanna play princes and princesses with widdle Baby Bottle? She really wants to play with you, don’t you sweetie?” she asked, looking to the embarrassed colt beside her, who nodded quickly in confirmation.

“Y-Yes pwease! Can I be da pwince?” Breeze said excitedly before quickly downing every last drop of the stamina milk, which the daycare called ‘Sugar Rush’.

“Of course you can!”

With a flick of her horn, Holder’s magic flicked the latches of the two hoofcuffs keeping the colt locked in, letting him stretch out as the milk quickly rejuvenated him. The vibrator harness still buzzed against the front of his pink, soaking wet diaper, making him squirm and moan every now and again.

Holder guided Bottle to stand in the same spot as the pegasus had occupied, quickly locking the cuffs firmly around his back hooves. He tilted his head and babbled questioningly. What kind of ‘princes and princesses’ game were they going to play that would make him need cuffing?

He whined a little as she pulled his pacifier from his mouth, pushing the nipple a new bottle of Gold Star into his mouth to let him suckle for just a moment to top him up. Making sure he didn’t drink too much, she set the bottle aside and trotted around to his rump.

She placed her hooves on the back of his diaper and pulled it down firmly, making it crinkle as it hit the floor around the cuffs that locked him in place and exposing her colt’s rump and caged sheath. She undid the shoulder straps of his dress, plopping it next to Breeze’s own sodden costume.

Leaving him to stew in embarrassment as the other foals in the room stared at his bare flank, she kissed Breeze on the forehead, gently pushing him onto his back and undoing the tapes on the sissy nappy from his body, letting it squish on the floor, revealing his unrestrained shaft.

Her magic plucked a bottle of lube from her bag, squirting a little on each hoof before she began to rhythmically rub the viscous fluid up and down his shaft. He squeaked and moaned with each rub, his own dosage of Gold Star enhancing the feeling of her firm hooves massaging his length.

“Don’t make stickies yet, a prince should save all of his naughty gifts for his little sissy princess,” she told him, making him nod in agreement as he bit his lip to stave off his quickly approaching orgasm.

Just as she felt him reach the very edge of orgasm, she quickly pulled her hooves away and stood, lifting the once-sissy pegasus to his hooves.

They trotted to the sweaty little colt, who panted and babbled desperately as he reached for the cage which barred him from relieving the funny tingles that pestered his foalish mind. Holder tutted and grabbed the wandering hooves, placing them firmly on the floor in front of him and pushing his head down to make him lift his rump high and present himself to his ‘prince’.

“Now now, sweetheart, a good princess doesn’t need her pesky little colt parts. Don’t you want to be a good little princess for Mommy?” she asked, re-adjusting his tiara.

He stopped struggling and left his hooves far from his crotch. He wanted to be good for his Mommy, and being a princess filled him with pride and joy unlike anything else.

Cool Breeze mounted the docile, sissy stallion, pressing his slippery, lube-covered cock to his tight tailhole. Bottle squeaked as he felt him teasing his sensitive pucker, moaning around the hoof he suckled in his mouth to replace his lost pacifier.

“Just because she’s younger than you and a filly, doesn’t mean you should go easy on her! She’s your princess and she wants to make you feel good, don’t you Bottle?” she told Breeze, who grinned at her as she moved to her colt’s front end.

Breeze reared back, pulling his hips away from Bottle’s rump for just a moment before grunting cutely as he suddenly thrust himself deep into his tailhole.

Bottle let out a long, high pitched squeal as the ‘older’ colt’s cock forced its way into him, making him screw his eyes shut as pain assaulted his body. It wasn’t long, however, before the pain faded to a dull ache.

He forced a proud grin as he looked up at Holder, who gave him a kind smile and a pat on the head in encouragement. “Good girl!” she said, stroking his cheek as the colt behind him huffed and snorted with pleasure.

Breeze had only just begun to push deeper into his princess’ tight depths when he felt the effects of his drink hit him in full force. He blushed and quivered atop the moaning stallion, freezing as he tensed to hold back the flood of piss that threatened to explode inside his warm flank.

Holder smirked, “Does the little prince need to go potty?” she teased.

“U-Uh-huh,” the shaking colt muttered, screwing his eyes shut desperately.

“Just let it all out, your princess is here to make sure not a drop goes to waste!”

The colt whimpered a little, glancing down at the squirming ‘filly’ below him before sighing as he relaxed his bladder.

Bottle giggled at the sensation of being flooded with hot pee, wiggling on Breeze’s shaft as it pumped a steady stream of musky yellow liquid deep into his asshole. He felt it bloat him as it filled him to the brim, overflowing and coursing down his legs before soaking the nappy crinkling around his shaking hooves and running across the slanted floor to a drain in the ground.

Hoof Holder panted. She wasn’t going to be able to take much more of the sight before her without losing her cool and soaking her tail in marecum.

Swiftly downing the rest of Bottle’s Gold Star, she quickly lowered herself to the floor and spread her legs for her colt. Her folds glistened in the light of the room, flooding his nostrils in his Mommy’s sweet, nurturing scent.

“G-Go on, little princess, taste Mommy’s filly parts~,” she said, pushing his head between his legs as Breeze finished filling him with pee and began to thrust deeper into his tight tailhole.

Bottle eagerly did as he was told, pushing his tongue against her lower lips and lapping up the natural lubricant her winking cunny squirted onto his tongue.

“A-Ah, g-good girl,” she moaned, her legs twitching with pleasure as he pushed his muzzle into her cunt and thrust his tongue deep inside her, the enhanced sensations making her fall onto her back as she relaxed into the feeling of being eaten out by her hypnotised little one.

The colt mounting him groaned as he hilted in Bottle’s hole with a loud squelch, causing excess pee to drip from his rump.

The colt began roughly ramming himself in and out of his princess’ firm grip, groaning and gasping with pleasure with each powerful jerk of his hips.

Bottle quickly lost control of his own bladder as Breeze’s hooves gripped his sides and his flare pushed against his prostate. Loud splashing sounds filled the air as pee flowed from his cock and pooled on the floor.

Holder gasped as she smelled his piss, her body surging with raw, sensual ecstasy as the Starbright and Sunshower worked on her body. She writhed and shuddered as her colt plunged his hot tongue in and out of her needy hole.

“R-Ready sweetheart? Mommy’s got a treat for her good widdle princess!” she groaned before a heavy stream of her own urine squirted from her pussy.

Bottle grunted, gasping for air between mouthfuls of his Mommy’s salty golden nectar. He closed his mouth once he’d had his fill, returning to babbling and squealing at the pleasure in his rump as the last of her pee marked his face, mane, and muzzle.

Once her stream faded to a slight trickle, he returned to eagerly flicking his tongue in and out of her tightening marehood. He wanted nothing more than to thank his Mommy for giving him such a delicious treat, and what better way than to help her make stickies like she did for him!

Breeze was the first of the trio to reach his climax, reaming his sissy little princess’ tight hole as it milked him, his cock pushing squirt after squirt of his pee from Bottle’s flankhole and making it splash on the floor. He gave one last powerful stroke of his hips as he came, adding to the slippery fluid that already filled his ‘royal’ cocksock with shot after shot of his gooey, potent seed.

Cum squirted around Breeze’s shaft, thick globules of his cream painted both his the princess’ hind legs and dribbled to the floor. He held himself inside the colt, snorting and grunting as he jerked his hips to milk as much cum out of himself as possible.

The sound of a stallion’s dominant sounds of climax pushed Holder into a state of delirium as she hit her own peak, she screamed as her back arched off of the floor, coating Bottle in even more of her juices as sticky marecum squirted from her winking slit.

Bottle humped at the air through his cage, each squirt of marecum and shot of colt milk threatening to put him over the edge.

Still shaking with her orgasm, Holder managed to reach into her saddlebags with her pleasure-weakened magic and pull her quill and parchment to the colt’s ear, making one final scratch against the page as she moaned her last order. “C-Cum for Mommy,” she muttered.

That was all he needed.

He threw his head back, making his tiara clatter on the floor and squealing as his colthood throbbed against his cage again and again. Hot cum squirted from his barely exposed cocktip, splashing in the puddle of piss below him as he ground himself against Breeze’s softening cock, desperate to ride out his orgasm as much as he could.

After what felt like an age, the intense pleasure rolling through him from his crotch turned to a soft buzz of afterglow while Breeze’s cock flopped out of his tailhole.

Holder quickly slid his diaper, which was sodden with Breeze’s piss and cum, back up to his rump with her magic, making sure to lock as much of the ‘prince’s royal fluids inside Bottle’s cock-loosened ass.

“G-Good girl! You did so well~” Holder panted, pulling both of them into a tight hug.

They all lay in the pool of various liquids, regaining their spent energy as they snuggled and nuzzled each other. Breeze breathed a deep sigh as he drifted to sleep, having had what felt like hours of stimulation both in and out of his diaper.

A foal-less caretaker approached the exhausted trio, a stallion with his own crystal medallion in full view.

“I can take the sleepy one off your hooves if you like, I’m sure a nap is long overdue after what your devious little one put him through.” he said, pointing a hoof at Bottle, who giggled and babbled innocently at the attention.

Holder giggled, tickling his tummy and making him squeal with laughter for a moment. “That would be great, I’ll owe you one!” she said, smiling at the stallion who picked up the snoring colt and carried him towards one of the bathrooms behind her.

After a while of cuddling, the warmth began to evaporate from the pool of urine and cum that they lay in, prompting Holder to stretch and drag herself to her hooves along with Bottle, who whined in a complaint as he was forced to use his exhausted muscles.

She checked the timer on his PipBuck. They still had forty-five minutes of their session remaining. She didn’t intend to waste it.

“Come on, sweetie, we’ll go get cleaned up,” she said, grabbing her saddlebags and replacing the lube, tiara, quill, and parchment back inside them before grabbing his discarded dress. She then began leading the colt to a bathroom of their own.

The bathroom contained a washbasin, bath, shower, toilet (not that it was often needed) as well as a changing table for foals who prefered to change in a more private setting. In the cupboard below the sink were boxes of plastic waterproofers for foals of all sizes, made to lock out water and make sure a foal could still have their own ‘golden shower’ after being cleaned.

Holder locked the door behind them as they entered, grabbing one of the yellow tinted, see-through plastic covers and plucking her charge from the ground. He giggled as he wiggled his hooves in the air while she slipped the elastic leg bands around his haunches.

“There we go! Ready to get all squeaky clean?” she asked, making his happy mood sour almost instantly.

He broke into tears as she turned on the shower, flailing wildly in her grip as he cried out. There was no way he was getting in that shower!

Holder raised an eyebrow. “Baby Bottle. You know what tantrums get you?” she said, lightly tapping his rump with a hoof to remind him what kind of punishment he could earn if he continued to complain.

He squeaked and bit his lip, sobbing a little as he ceased his flailing and let his Mommy wipe his eyes with the same hoof she’d just scolded him with.

“Good girl, now, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, stepping into the warmth of the shower.

She squirted his body with mane, coat and tail shampoo, rubbing it in gently with her hooves before using a nearby soft brush to scrub him clean.

“Eyes closed, sweetie!” she instructed, moving on to his face. She took some facial coat soap and worked into his cheeks and muzzle, letting the pee and marecum that stained his fur wash away.

“You are being such a good girl!” she cooed, his grin lighting his face.

Setting him on the floor of the large shower, she quickly worked over her own body in the same way as she did to him.

Shutting off the faucet, she quickly grabbed one of the folded towels that sat on a nearby towel rail and dried them both off, making their coats fluffier.

Picking up a pair of brushes in her magic, she led him to the mirror above the sink and began straightening their coats.

“Do you want Mommy to do your mane, sweetheart?” she asked, making him gasp and nod excitedly.

She lovingly worked her magic through his mane, curling it and giving him a slight fringe before placing his tiara atop his head once more. She p

“There! Do you like it?” she asked, prompting him to break into a fit of happy giggles and excited babbles.

“Good!” she said, turning and heading for the door. “How about we do some coloring in?” she asked as she put him back in his slightly pee-stained dress, letting him through the door first so she could watch to ensure he didn’t fall over as he toddled along eagerly with the sole objective of getting to the playroom to color as quickly as possible.

They made their way back to the naughty room, trotting through the changing room and stepping into the bustling playroom.

Her eyes spotted a pair of free seats next to each other at one of the many coloring tables that were set up in the coloring zone to their left. She pointed to it and watched as a look of pure joy crossed her colt’s face as he dashed for the table as fast as his hypnotically-inhibited hooves could carry him.

Helping him to sit up on the colorful plastic chair, she pulled a box of crayons over to him in various states.

They were flavoured, encouraging ponies to chew on them when lost in littlespace without the fear of a nasty wax taste. Unfortunately, this meant that crayons didn’t last long at Grassy Fields.

“Which color do you wanna start with?” she asked, watching as he quickly found a bright pink crayon.

The irony of Baby Bottle picking out a ‘Raponezel’ themed coloring page wasn’t lost on her, but she hid her amusement as she watched him scribble seemingly randomly on the page. His tongue poked from the side of his mouth as he concentrated on coloring Raponezel’s tower pink, inevitably missing the edge of the tower and coloring part of the sky in too.

“Okay, what next?” she asked as he messily tossed aside his crayon.

He laughed and babbled as he finished page after page of coloring. Holder called a maid to pin the drawing to the large pinnable wall that ran down the side of the coloring zone.

After what felt like far too short of a session despite the clock on the wall telling her otherwise, the PipSub around Bottle’s forearm beeped.

Time was up, it was time to break his trance and bring back the grown-up version of Baby Bottle.

She sighed. “Alright sweetie, it’s hometime now…” she said, a hint of regret in her voice as she uttered the trigger to start the process of breaking her hypnotic conditioning. He dropped the crayon he held in his hooves and stared intensely into her eyes.

Her magic flipped open the flap holding her saddlebag closed and drew the parchment and quill from within one last time.

She held up the parchment, showing him the hypnotic spirals she’d made while scribbling on the paper during the tour, letting his eyes lock onto it before she tore the page in half.

He blinked, still dazed as he clung the last of his trance.

Dropping the parchment, she held up the quill in her hooves and paused once again before snapping it cleanly in half.

Bottle gasped as he fell forward into Holder’s open hooves.

“H-Hwoof Holda?” he said, snorting frustratedly as he worked out how to form words again. “Hoof Holder?” he asked again, feeling his tongue start to do as he told it once again.

“How do you feel? Can you stand?” she asked, hugging him tight.

“I-I think so… M-My rump feels sticky...” he said, shakily getting to his hooves with Holder, leaning on her for support.

“You did so well, hun,” she told him, helping him stumble towards the nap room on the other side of the playroom and slip through the door.

The large rest room was filled with rows and rows of oversized cots, each made to allow up to four fully grown ponies to sleep comfortably for as long as they liked (they guild’s management had tried at least five designs before finally finding one that somehow allowed a cot to feel comfortable).

A few couples and herds slept on the beds, others whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears as they rested after a scene.

The pair hobbled to the nearest free bed, the soundproofing of the room instantly silencing the sound of adult foals playing in the room next door as soon as the door closed.

Holder helped her friend to bed, snuggling him tight as his padding squished beneath him. They pulled each other into a tight embrace, nuzzling each other softly.

“Did you want to change?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“I think I can handle staying like this for a few more hours,” he said, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Good girl,” she teased.

“Yeah yeah, live it up now, just wait til you’re begging me to let you wet yourself next time,” he shot back, making her blush and giggle.

After a cuddling for a while, Holder nuzzled his cheek. “Bottle?” she asked, prodding him to make sure he was still awake.

“Yeah?” he said with a short yawn.

“Thanks, you have no idea how many nights I’ve spent dreaming of doing this with you.”

“You’re more than welcome, I’ve done my fair share of dreaming too, you know.”

There was another lull in the conversation for a few precious moments as Holder began to slowly fall asleep.

“Hey, Holder?” the stallion asked, staring into her deep blue eyes.

“Yeah, what?” she replied, slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he said before firmly pressing his lips to hers and letting sleep take him.

Holder lay awake, totally stunned by his words. Her mind went totally blank as her face flushed red, only one thought ringin through her mind.

I wonder if he’ll call me ‘Mommy’ when we go on dates?