Twilight's Dream Voyage

Twilight Sparkle – mage, alicorn, and student in Magic Kindergarten – worked busily on her study chart.

It was made with felt and bits of paper, and she was very proud of it. It detailed how she was going to divide up the weeks she had until her next exam, making sure to drink enough to stay hydrated along with carefully-crafted sections of the schedule for all aspects of what she was supposed to learn in Magic Kindergarten.

Bottle summoning, crinkle re-crinkling, absorbency testing... everything had its own slots, including revision-of-revision sections later in the study guide and special colours for everything.

The only problem was-

“Oh no!” Twilight said, sitting back on her padded rump and staring at the clock. “I spent so long on the guide I only have a few hours until the test!”

She began to breathe faster, then found a pacifier and stuck it in her mouth to calm her down. It helped, making her more able to relax, and she began to consider how to solve the problem.

Then Pinkie Pie rolled past the door, which was a whole new kind of odd.

“Hiya Twilight! I didn’t know you were in this dream!” The pink pony declared, rolling backwards onto her own squeakily padded rear. Twilight waved her hoof at Pinkie trying to shoo her away.

“Nah naow Pinnie, I haf a tesht shoon!” She mumbled through her pacifier. Pinkie only giggled, flopping onto her hooves and waddling into Twilight’s house. She became stuck in the door for a moment, her belly and diaper squeezing into the sides of the frame. Pushing with her hooves, Pinkie struggled a moment before bouncing through, each bounce on her rear met with more giggles from the earth pony.

Landing beside her friend, Pinkie poked Twilight in the side, grinning. “A test? Boy, I know you like books and all, but I would’ve thought you’d come up with something a little more fun to dream about!”

Twilight’s horn lit up as she conjured up some earmuffs, trying to block out Pinkie’s chatter. What was she talking about anyway? A dream? Certainly not something she needed getting in the way of her studying!

“O-o-ooh, I see what's going on!” Pinkie giggled. “You don't know you're in a dream!”

She rubbed a hoof against her chin, then raised it. “And I know just how to help!”

Pinkie raised another hoof. “There's all sorts of ways to remind a pony that they're in a dream!”

Twilight increased the thickness of her earmuffs, discovering them to still not be thick enough to block Pinkie out. “Pinkie... 'm tryin' to con-cen-trate!”

“That's a good one!” Pinkie agreed with a giggle. “But here's another one!”

She raised a third hoof. “All you need to do is to show off something that a pony couldn't do in reality!”

Twilight gave Pinkie a wordless look, still sucking on her pacifier.

“Ooh, yeah, good point,” Pinkie admitted. She raised a fourth hoof, now sitting on her diaper with all four hooves in the air. “So that means I have to do something really odd!”

She leaned in to whisper to Twilight. “I need to be logical!”

Twilight did a double-take. Pinkie, logical?

She'd believe it when she saw it.

Pinkie tapped her chin, thinking for a moment. “You know, Twilight, if you’re really worried about this test, the best way to study is good old paper and pencil! Take all the notes you can! Flashcards! Practice tests! Do the homework again!” She said, bouncing in place.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, suckling again. Pinkie couldn’t be serious, could she? The last time she needed help Pinkie had suggested sleeping on the notes so they’d meld through her brain when she did. Or that… rap… thing she’d done with Dash. Twilight still wasn’t sure how to classify that. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, so she decided to test the waters. “An what should I do if I fail?”

“Why, you pick yourself up, look at what you did wrong, and aim to fix it the next time around! Though, knowing you, you’ll probably freak out a little.” Pinkie giggled as her diaper squeaked.

Twilight let out a horrified gasp of surprise, her pacifier dropping to the floor. Pinkie was making sense! This couldn’t be! What in Equestria was going on?!

Deciding that this was a situation even more important – for now – than Magic Kindergarten, Twilight lit her horn.

Normally, Twilight was the sort of pony who researched the solution to just the problem she was in – and, what with the way the same problem never turned up twice, she usually ended up with a pile of spells she'd never need again. But this time she knew just what to do.

Pinkie was making sense. Therefore, something was wrong with the world.

“Twilight?” came the voice of Cheerilee. “I hope you're ready for the exam!”

The exam! Twilight panicked, realizing she hadn't done her homework-

She automatically cast the spell on her horn, just to clear it-

The Failsafe Spell pulsed outwards, and the room around Twilight stabilized. It had been turning into a classroom, but now it was back to being her main room at her new home.

Cheerilee vanished mid-sentence, and Twilight realized what had been going on – Pinkie was right. They were in a dream.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though the failsafe spell hadn't managed to get rid of their diapers.

“Pinkie? What’s going on?” Twilight cried out, looking down at her thickly padded rear. She reached for the tapes with her hooves, attempting to tug the diaper off. No matter how much she pulled and yanked at the padding, though, it remained firmly wrapped around her waist.

“I told you, we’re in a dream silly! And I think I know what meanie pony’s behind all this too!” Pinkie rolled onto her hooves once again, leaning in close to Twilight. Twilight tried to ignore the pudge to Pinkie’s gut and the way her diaper squeaked with every little movement. “It’s…” She whispered. Twilight leaned in, bracing herself.

“NIGHTMARE MOON!” Pinkie shouted, Twilight letting out a yelp of surprise as she tumbled backwards. Pushing herself onto her rear, Twilight shook her head in an attempt to clear the ringing in her ears.

“What? Nightmare Moon? But…” Twilight’s voice trailed off as she thought back to her visit to the principal’s office. She couldn’t quite remember every detail, but she certainly remembered the principal being jet black, and had a familiar voice. “What? But how did she return? What’s going on?”

Pinke shrugged, helping Twilight back onto her hooves. “I dunno! I just remember she came around to visit my dream a while back, oh boy, you shoulda seen how big she made me get! And my diaper too, it was huuuuge!” Pinkie spread her hooves to try and display just how large she meant.

Twilight winced. “I... well, that must have been-”

“It was kinda great!” Pinkie interrupted, giggling. “I mean, I don't think Black Snooty's all bad, now, but you know she's still trapped us in a dream-y thing, right?”

Her friend blinked, then decided that Pinkie's preferences were a matter for Pink Party Ponies. “I... yes. Okay. So we're in a dream, and we need to get out...”

She frowned, thinking, and patted her diaper uncertainly. “Are these just a dream thing, or...”

“I'm pretty sure we need to use them!” Pinkie said, unconcerned.

Twilight sighed, sitting on her rump, and tried not to enjoy the snug feeling. “Okay, uh... so if we need to beat Nightmare Moon, then... well, the only thing we know works on her is the Elements of Harmony, and we don't have them any more.”

“Of course we do!” Pinkie countered, pulling out an Element of Laughter from her mane. “Silly billy-goat, we're in a dream!”

Twilight stared.

“...how did you do that?”

She shook her head. “Anyway... that might actually be a good thing. I know a spell I learned back when we had to deal with the Tantabalus, which lets us travel through dream worlds – that should help.”

“Oh! Oh!” Pinkie jumped up and down, bouncing on her diaper a couple of times to give her extra spring. “Does that make this a fetch quest?”

She shook her head. “No, wait, I know! It's Getting The Band Back Together! I've always wanted to do one of those!”

Twilight was about to question Pinkie, then figured it probably wasn’t worth the explanation she’d receive. “Alright, just stand close to me,” Twilight said. Pinkie obliged, pressing her bouncy diaper into Twilight’s as she squeezed her into her belly. Twilight let out a gasp of air before focusing her magic. Her horn began to glow, magic swirling around the two as Twilight concentrated. There was a sudden flash and the two disappeared from the dream in a burst of magic.

Or rather, the dream disappeared around them. Twilight and Pinkie found themselves standing on an ethereal walkway, stars glittering about in the swirling dreamscape all around them. “Oooh, whose dream is this?” Pinkie asked, bounding forward along the path.

“I don’t think we’re in a dream… not yet, at least.” Twilight mused, following Pinkie along the pathway. A few blurry scenes seemed to melt past them, Pinkie watching as bubbles of other pony’s dreams floated by. It wasn’t too long before a world began to form around them, Pinkie and Twilight merging with the dream as they did. Their hooves began to clack along a stone floor as they found themselves wandering through a series of caves. Twilight glanced about, trying to figure out whose dream they were in. The sound of soft slurps and smacks met their ears, and the two ponies began to wend their way through the hallways to locate the source.

“You sure you didn’t send us to a Diamond Dog dream, Twilight? I mean, I’m sure they have fun dreams, but I don’t think it’s our top priority, silly!” Pinkie chuckled. The two turned a corner and suddenly found themselves facing something large sitting in the caves. What looked like a red plush bubble was distorted outwards, seams straining to hold in the fluff behind it as it looked like it was being pushed in the tunnel from a room behind them. And whatever was making those delighted gobble-y sounds was just beyond it…

“I think you're right,” Twilight said. “We should find some way to...”

She paused, lighting her horn, then stamped a hoof – making her rump shake from side to side. “That's just brilliant...”

“What?” Pinkie asked. “Is it a new kind of cake? That would be brilliant! Oh, or is it croutons?”

Twilight gave Pinkie a confused look, then shook her head. “I tried to move us on from this dream, but it didn't work. I think we have to find some way to make it take its course.”

As she said that, there was a particularly loud gobble sound, and the straining bubble vanished – pulled away by a huge clawed limb, then popped into the mouth of a gigantic purple dragon and swallowed.

They got only a brief glimpse of the dragon, though, because a cascade of somewhat smaller overstuffed-green bubbles rained down and clogged up the tunnel again.

“What was that?” Twilight asked. “Pinkie, what did you see?”

“I saw a big diaper!” Pinkie replied. “Even the dragons around here are diapered!”

She put a hoof to her muzzle. “Oh, and I saw a load of big squidgy plush gemstone thingies! I bet it'd be great fun to roll around on them!”

“Well, all I saw was the dragon,” Twilight replied, trotting up to the pile of plush bubbles – which, now she looked at them, did look like they had what should be facets on them. They could already hear the sound of eating again. “It had purple scales and a green ridge... just like... Spike?”

Twilight had a bad feeling, poking at the large stuffed gemstone that sat in front of her. Her horn began to glow once again as a small lance appeared at the end. Twilight pushed her head into the gem, but rather than slice through the plush material, Twilight’s magic simply bounced off, sending the pony reeling backwards. Twilight shook her head, Pinkie giggling a little as she watched Twilight land on her padded rump with a puff of foal powder. Twilight attempted to cut the gem again, but the magic simply rebounded once more. Flopping onto the floor, Twilight began to think about how to get through. Well, if the dragon on the other side was Spike… there probably wasn’t a good way to get his attention away from a gem.

“So, make the gem get his attention!” Pinkie said, as if she could read Twilight’s mind. Which, for all Twilight knew, she could. Twilight began to focus her magic once again. Rather than attempt to cut through the plush stone this time, the material began to streeeeetch as the gem grew larger, and larger. There was a pause, the swelling stone having caught the attention of the greedy dragon. Suddenly the stone moved again, allowing Twilight and Pinkie Pie to rush into the room.

“Spike! It’s Twi-“ Twilight’s yells were cut short as the ponies were buried under another avalanche of plush stones, Pinkie laughing as she rolled about in their cozy embrace. Twilight tried to push herself through the toys, swimming in the direction of the contented gobbles and occasional burp.

It was like swimming through a pool of water, though considerably more solid. Or a bit like getting stuck halfway through a cloud, if clouds were warm instead of cold. But Twilight was determined, dedicated... diapered... and had plenty of time on her hooves, so after what felt like several minutes she surfaced above the top layer of the plush.

What she saw was more bizarre than she'd expected, but really shouldn't have been.

Spike – or a huge version of Spike, like the one from the Greed Growth incident but pudgier and somehow softer – was lying on a bed made of hundreds of soft-toys made to look like stacks of books. He reached out every few seconds, grabbing a clawful of soft, plushy gems – often just one big one – and eating them down with every sign of abandon.

“Spike!” Twilight called. “It's Twilight! Listen!”

Spike looked over at her, then returned to eating gems again.

“What now?” Twilight asked, looking over as Pinkie stuck her head up above the surface of some sapphires.

“Well, we already know he's only interested in gems!” Pinkie replied. “So we should dress up like gems and make sure he pays attention to us!”

“I’d rather not get eaten, Pinkie,” Twilight responded, only to wobble in place a moment later as the gems shifted beneath her from Spike’s endless appetite. He swallowed a large emerald, his belly bulging outwards, stretching the waistband of his diaper before the weight seemed to flow out to the rest of his body, making him grow even bigger. Spike rolled on the stack of books a bit, reaching down to grab at another gemstone. He gazed at it, licking his lips as he squeezed the big plush into his belly. It was then that he spotted another stone, even larger than the one in his claws. He whined a bit, as if unable to decide what to do with the current gem and was worried the other would disappear. Spike reached down, stretching the waistband of his diaper open where Twilight spotted several more gems had been stashed for later. Spike pushed the gem into his padding, blushing a bit as it stretched to accommodate the plush, pressing snugly into his belly. He then reached for the next gem, having a bit more trouble from the extra bloat in his diaper.

A lightbulb appeared above Twilight’s head, and her horn began to flare up once again. Spike looked down as his diaper began to shift, the stones inside squeezing into him. Suddenly, the gems began to swell, stretching bigger and bigger, Spike’s padding ballooning outwards. He let out a small cry of surprise as he was lifted up into the air, the pit of gems below him out of his reach. He clawed at his diaper, trying to remove it and regain access to the tasty stones, but he had as much luck as Twilight had earlier. There was a pomf as his head bumped into the ceiling, Spike rubbing it as he looked down at the unreachable gems below him. That’s when he noticed Twilight and Pinkie attempting to climb up his diaper, drawing his attention away from the stones. “T-Twilight? Pinkie? What’re you guys doing here?”

“Well, it's kind of a long story-” Twilight began.

“How come you're wearing diapers?” Spike asked.

“You see-”

“How come I'm wearing a diaper?” the dragon demanded. “What's-”

Twilight tried to get a word in. “If you'd just-”

“Where did all these-”

“It's a dream!” Pinkie said brightly. “Nightmare-Moon had a bad dream, and because she is a bad dream she got everyone else involved! And for some reason there's diapers, probably because I called her not-fun last time we met and she got really into going the other way!”

“Huh,” Spike mused. “That totally makes all kinds of sense. Why didn't you say that, Twilight?”

Twilight groaned.

“Well, anyway, I'm still feeling kind of peckish,” Spike went on.”Can you let me down?”

“Awww, the widdle baby draggy’s hungry! Don’t worry, auntie Pinkie’s got just the gem for you!” Pinkie cooed, Twilight’s face falling into her hoof. Pinkie produced a diamond almost as big as Spike’s head out of seemingly nowhere, Spike smacking his lips again as he reached for the stone.

“Pinkie! We don’t have time for this!” Twilight said, but it was too late, Spike had taken the gem from Pinkie’s hooves, holding it in his claws. Spike tossed the gem up into the air before gobbling it down, somehow sliding it easily down his throat. There was a rumble, and Spike’s belly surged out, pressing the two ponies into the ceiling of the cave. Twilight wriggled about as Pinkie grinned, squeezing the plush dragon’s hide as he grew. Then, with a loud burp, Spike began to slowly shrink down, his diaper and gems stuffed inside doing the same. Twilight let out a gasp as Spike’s gut stopped squishing her into the roof of the cave, Spike shrinking further and further. Like a deflating balloon, it wasn’t long before Spike was back to his normal size, beyond his somewhat engorged, plush gut. He sat in his diaper, patting his belly and letting out a contented sigh. “Mmm, that hits the spot.~”

“Alright, Twily, where to next?” Pinkie asked, oblivious to Twilight’s look of confusion. “You really ought to get used to this sort of thing, silly! If I didn’t know any better, this is the first real dream you’ve had!” Pinkie snorted, Spike attempting to get back to his feet, claws holding up his stuffed diaper.

“I... don't know how you worked out how to do that,” Twilight said. “And I'm not sure if I want there to be a logic behind it, or if I want it to just be a Pinkie Pie thing.”

Pinkie just giggled.

“Right,” Twilight went on. “So... okay, we need to cast the dreamwalking spell again. Or, rather, I need to cast it.”

She frowned. “I'm not sure quite how to steer it, not yet, but I think it's important to concentrate on the destination – it certainly matters with teleports, and this is sort of like a teleport through the dream world.”

“Ooh!” Pinkie said. “So if we want to find Rarity, then we think about fashion and dresses and garden parties and all that kind of thing she likes?”

She crossed her forelegs, sitting back on her diaper to emphasize her discontent. “Garden parties are boring. They're just ponies standing around and talking, without a rubber chicken in sight!”

“That's... about how it works,” Twilight agreed. “Should we aim for Rarity, then?”

“Yeah!” Spike said. “I support this idea!”

He tried to hide some plush gems behind his back, mostly unsuccessfully.

“No carry-on baggage larger than your head,” Pinkie said, taking some of them from him and throwing them back into the pile.

“Right, here we go,” Twilight told them. “Remember, stay close.”

She lit her horn, and there was a brilliant flash as the dream dissolved.

“Does this mean I'm awake now?” Spike asked, as they whirled through the path between the worlds of the dreams. “My dream stopped.”

“I don't think it does,” Twilight replied. “Okay, remember – Rarity, concentrate on Rarity!”

“Garden parties!” Pinkie volunteered.

A moment later, they dropped into one of the nearby dreams, and found themselves landing on a grassy surface.

“Oh, dear me!” a posh-sounding pony sighed. “This will never do! All guests must be prepared for the garden party!”

“Well, it looks like we made it, at least.” Twilight looked around, noticing a few statues littering the area. “Now we just need to find where Rarity is.” Before they could move on, however, the posh pony trotted up to the trio, his nose held high in the air.

“Pardon me madams, but you absolutely cannot enter the party dressed like… that.” He sneered at their puffy padding. Twilight blushed, trying to come up with some excuse. “This party is for miss Rarity’s new line of clothing, it is customary to have a sample of her latest designs, you know.” The posh pony’s horn began to glow as a rack of clothes rolled into view. “I don’t know how you missed that detail when you got your invitation.” He began to trot away, and it was as he did that Twilight noticed a bit of bulge around the rump of the pony, beneath his suit.

Pinkie bounced over to the clothing rack, pushing aside hangers as she examined each piece. “Oooh, maybe this won’t be such a bad party after all!” Pinkie declared, pulling a dress off the rack. It was a rather extravagant affair, the skirt of the dress overly frilly and puffy, bright pink and blue making up the body. Pinkie slipped the dress on, giggling as the puffy shoulders pushed into her chest, the frilly skirt only just barely seeming to hide her squeaky diaper.

“This would be so much easier if I could just get these stupid diapers off,” Twilight muttered.

“Twilight, don't be silly!” Pinkie admonished her. “Didn't you notice his diapers? This is a party where high fashion is crinkly couture!”

“...somehow that's not a word I expected to hear from you,” Spike said, a little distracted.

“He-ey!” Pinkie protested. “I listen to Rarity when she talks!”

She flicked her rump from side to side, the skirt exposing her diaper a little as she did so. “And look at how it looks! This is sure to be great for dancing in!”

“Pinkie, just...” Twilight began, then sighed. “Okay. I suppose I'll have to pick a dress.”

She looked for the most austere, least frilly one she could find – preferably one with a long skirt that would keep her crinkly status concealed.

As she scanned up and down the rows, however, it just seemed as though the more she looked... the more they got puffier and sillier and harder to imagine wearing without a blush and showing off her padding to the whole party.

“Done!” Spike reported, surprising Twilight a little.

She looked over at him, at the suit rack, and had to do a double-take.

“Spike, that's a... well, a hatchling's outfit,” she amended. “Are you sure?”

“It says cute on it,” Spike countered. “And Rarity made it. I'm not going to turn that down!”

Twilight had to admit, it did say cute on it. Specifically, it said they were a 'cuteasaurus rex' and made Spike look like a padded-up dinosaur with a great big crinkly body and tiny arms.

“...where are your arms?” Twilight asked. “How did you put that on if there's no arm holes?”

“I helped!” Pinkie announced.

“Of course you did.”

Twilight looked back to the rack of clothes, noting just how frilly they all were. She closed her eyes, her magic flaring up as she pulled a dress off the rack at random. It was certainly faster than sitting here debating over how she’d like to be embarrassed all night. She peeked, revealing she had chosen a dark violet dress, highlights the same color as her mane running down the rump of the skirt. Twilight pulled the puffy monstrosity over her, surprised at how easily she slid into it. Her face turned a brighter red as she realized just how puffy the skirt was, and how it made her look like she had a diaper nearly three times the size as the one she currently wore. Shaking her head, Twilight followed after Pinkie, who was now bouncing down the hill towards the party.

Several other fancy ponies were gathered about, all talking amongst each other as the three joined the crowd. Pinkie tried to stifle her giggles as she looked around, noticing just how silly and puffy everypony’s outfits were. “Heehee, I think I- snnrrk I’m gonna like this kind of party!” She burst into a fit of giggles, flopping back onto her own padded rear as Twilight rolled her eyes. The sooner they found Rarity and got out of this dream, the better.

Before they could go any further, though, they were suddenly stopped by a pair of ponies, both in absurdly thick diapers. “Ah, hello there! Rarity said she might have a few of her friends stop by. I don’t believe we’ve formally met, I’m Fancy Pants.” The unicorn extended a hoof to shake.

“T-Twilight Sp-” Twilight began, taking his hoof, then remembered the lessons on etiquette a tutor had tried to drum into her. “Princess Spa- Princess Twilight Sparkle,” she finished, blushing at how silly that sounded.

“Well, welcome to the party, Twilight Sp Princess Spa Princess Twilight Sparkle,” the unicorn mare next to Fancy Pants said, her greater height allowing her to wear an even larger diaper – one which on Fancy Pants would immobilize him through ground contact. “I am Fleur de Lis – it is a great honour to meet you.”

Twilight felt like she wanted to sink into the floor. “It's just Twilight, really, I'm not comfortable with most of the name – and – and the name is just Twilight Sparkle,” she clarified. “Oh, I must sound so silly...”

“That doesn't sound right!” Pinkie interjected. “Being silly's my job!”

She indicated the dino-dressed dragon next to her. “This is Spike!”

“Aren't you going to introduce yourself?” Twilight asked, confused.

“Everypony knows me!” Pinkie confided. “Now, when are the party games?”

“Well, there's a dance in a moment,” Fancy Pants said. “Perhaps you'd care to give me the pleasure?”

Twilight began to protest, but Fancy overrode her. “I insist,” he added. “It would be my pleasure.”

Twilight found herself being led away from the others, Fancy Pants’ diaper crinkling with each wide step he took. She glanced back, Pinkie waving goodbye as she followed Fleur away towards the hors d’oeuvres. “It’s really an honor to have a princess at this party, even with Celestia and Luna so close, it seems like they never bother to come.” Fancy Pants led Twilight to the center of a clearing the garden, several other pairs of ponies joining in. At one end of the clearing sat a string quartet, all dressed as elegantly as could be. Even the puffy padding around their waist was decorated with a hint of grace. They began to softly play, Fancy Pants beginning to dance with Twilight. Though Twilight found the word “dance” to be rather generous. She was forced to waddle and stumbled about awkwardly. She wasn’t the best dance to begin with, and being forced to do so with padding impeding her movements only made things worse.

Despite the diaper around Fancy Pants’ rump being larger than all of Twilight’s dress, he moved elegantly, stepping side to side to guide Twilight across the dance floor. “Though, for a princess, you’re dress does seem a little… understated, if you’ll forgive me saying.” Twilight’s jaw dropped as she was dipped by Fancy Pants, her skirt whipping up to flash her diaper. “And, oh my, that really is a thin diaper too!”

What in Equestria was Fancy Pants talking about? Twilight could barely move as is, how on earth would she manage to dance with an even thicker diaper?

“In fact,” Fancy Pants went on, “I think you might be in urgent need of some serious remedial work. It's nothing to be ashamed of, of course,” he clarified, with a suave little smile. “But it's entirely expected that somepony relatively new to their new rank should need a little advice.”

The ponies playing in the band finished one number, and moved onto another – which seemed to be a little more energetic, leading Twilight closer to some kind of trip-and-fall.

“You see,” Fancy went on, “there's a few things about the royal fashions which you don't seem to be aware of. Chief among them is – it is simply not on for a Princess to have a diaper smaller than another pony present at the party.”

Twilight did a double-take, astonished, then looked over at Fleur De Lis to see how big her padding was. If Twilight had to wear more than that she'd barely be able to move!

“Secondly, of course,” Fancy said, apparently unconcerned by Twilight's reaction. “It's not at all done for a Princess to do all the walking at the party herself. It would not be proper if she did not spend some time sitting down, being conveyed about by others.”

The worst thing about it all was that he was so matter-of-fact. It made Twilight feel uncomfortable trying to protest any of this.

Twilight was spun about by Fancy Pants, her skirt twirling as she did. She wobbled on one hoof for a moment, shaking her forehooves for balance before falling with a pomf onto her rump. Fancy Pants bent to help her up, displaying his padding towards Pinkie, who couldn’t help but snort into her éclair. “And, third and most importantly,” Fancy Pants tugged Twilight back to a standing position, swinging his rear about to smack it into hers as part of the dance. “A princess really ought to be the center of attention. We may say we’re here to show off a new fashion trend, but it really would be an absolute crime if somepony were to show you up with the extravagance of their attire!” Twilight bounced up against another stallion, who simply smacked her back towards Fancy Pants with his own padding.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d be happy to lend a helping hoof before Rarity shows up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?” He grinned sweetly. Twilight stammered for a moment, looking down at her dress again.

“W-w-well… I wouldn’t want the others to think Rarity isn’t as good as they are…” Twilight muttered. The more she thought about Fancy Pants’ proposal, the better it sounded. She certainly looked silly already, what more could a little puff hurt?

“Excellent,” Fancy pronounced.

He tapped a hoof on the ground, and ponies came out of nowhere – or at least, Twilight hadn't seen them before they were suddenly all around her.

All of them were dressed much the same way – in what amounted to casual versions of the Guard uniform, but with big poofy diapers. Incongruously, Twilight happened to notice that the diapers seemed to have rank markings on them.

These padded-up guards picked her up, four of them at once, and then Twilight found herself on a changing table, her dress removed and put aside. She expected her diaper to be taken off – which would at least be a benefit – but they simply put an even larger one around the one she was already wearing!

“Hey!” she protested, trying to squirm a bit, but to no avail – the efficient padded-paladins quickly had her poof-promotion applied, then let her off the changing table again.

Twilight discovered that her fears were correct – there was only the tiniest angle she could stand at with this new diaper where her legs would be able to hold her off the floor, and that involved pressing her hind legs so deeply into her diaper it was exhausting.

Then the new outfit arrived, and Twilight blanched.

It was utterly, ridiculously impractical. For a start it had huge, pillowy pantaloon-things which looked like they were to go over her diaper, and then there were the petticoats, and the dress, and big puffed-up shoulders – with it all decorated extravagantly by cute hearts, and made in the two colours that striped her mane to personalize it.

“Aaah, are you sure that’s necessary? I mean, I’m already so thickly padded, everypony will be loo-“ Twilight wasn’t allowed to finish, instead having the guards practically pounce upon her to stuff her into the outfit. No matter how much she squirmed, they were able to easily slip the dress over her, stretching the pantaloons over her massive diaper before pulling the skirt as far over her padding as it would reach. Which really wasn’t very far at all. Twilight’s face burned a bright red as she was properly stuffed into her new outfit, the guards stepping back to allow Fancy Pants to admire Twilight.

“Ah, now there’s a true puffy padding princess! You’re sure to be the star of the show now!” Twilight scrunched her muzzle, lifting one hind leg up in an attempt to take a step forward. Her padding was so thick and fluffy, however, that she was put immediately off balance and fell onto her rear with a puff of foal powder. “Ah, ah, don’t worry, we’ll have the guards take care of you!” Fancy Pants mentioned. The guards gathered around Twilight, hoisting her up into the air and balancing her on their own padding. They began to waddle towards the stage for Rarity’s fashion show, Twilight bouncing precariously upon their puffy butts.

“Spike! Help!” Twilight called. “I didn't plan for this!”

Spike leaped into action, and very promptly fell over because he'd forgotten his 'cuteasaurus rex' sleeper didn't let him balance.

Twilight winced, and would have facehoofed if she had anything like the control of her own movements. As it was, though, she was conveyed up to the base of the stage, then the guards all heaved at once and sent her flying into the air.

Waving her hooves and trying to get some movement out of her wings, Twilight tried to steer herself into a graceful landing – only to discover that wasn't going to be an option, as a familiar-looking spell slid something into place to catch her before she landed.

It wasn't a fainting couch this time, however. Twilight found herself landing in a stroller, one which was tilted up to put her in an 'upright' position and show off the whole of her outfit to the crowd.

“Pinkie?” Twilight said. “Help!”

“Remember, Twilight!” Pinkie called back, stage-whispering through a megaphone for some reason. “Follow the dream to the natural conclusion!”

Twilight groaned.

The other ponies all gathered around the stage, a hush going over them as music began to play. A spotlight shown down on Twilight, making her overly froufrou attire plain as day. She blushed, trying to lift herself out of the stroller, but a couple straps slid around her, buckling her in place as she wiggled about. “Ah, everypony, you’re too kind!” A familiar voice came from behind the stroller. Twilight tried to look behind her, but all she could manage was to twist about in the stroller, the straps keeping her held snugly in place. She began to be wheeled forward, rolling towards the edge of the stage. As she reached the edge, Pinkie suddenly bounced out from backstage, following after Twilight. The pink pony made sure that her padding and dress were able to be seen by everypony as she flaunted her way down the runway, Twilight being pushed back towards the stage again.

“I can see you’ve enjoyed my works so far, but just wait until you see my masterpiece!” Suddenly a bright white unicorn stepped out onto the stage, her dress bouncing as she began to trot down the runway. Rarity fluffed her mane as she trotted along, making sure to show off every bit of her dress that she could.

Spike’s eyes went wide as he spotted her padding. A bright, shiny gold, dotted with delicious, brilliant gems. And it was so thick too! She could barely waddle in it! Not that Rarity seemed to mind, she only paused to rock back onto her thick diaper, gems glittering in the spotlight as ponies ‘oooh’ed and ‘aaaah’ed below.

“Don't you think it's just divine?” Rarity asked. “Delightful? And, dare I say it... decadent?”

“Rarity!” Twilight called, trying to get her attention. “Listen – this isn't real, it's a dream!”

“I should say it's a dream come true!” Rarity agreed. “Why, look how many wonderful ponies there are out there enjoying my designs! My style! I've created a whole artistic movement in floof and poof, Twilight – this is a marvellous achievement!”

She showed off the gem-and-gold diaper again, enjoying the oohs and aahs she got from the audience for it.

Twilight winced, racking her brains for how to solve their problem.

As she did, though, she spotted something odd in the crowd.

“Excuse me,” Spike said, ducking underneath one pony and managing to avoid getting stuck. “Sorry. Coming through. Look out.”

The dino-suit he was wearing made it hard to crawl, though with Pinkie bouncing along behind and shoving him through all the gaps it wasn't impossible.

“I say!” one of the unicorns gasped, as Spike bumped into the back of his diaper and nearly knocked him over.

“You say what?” Pinkie asked, then giggled.

They were nearly at the stage!

Spike was doing his best to squeeze past all the ponies, wishing he had chosen an outfit that had given him the use of his arms. His gaze was fixated on Rarity’s puffy padding, though, and there wasn’t anything that was going to stop him getting to it. Rarity was too busy flaunting herself to notice as the small dragon reached the edge of the stage, hopping up and down to try and lift himself up. Pinkie lowered her head, scooping Spike up and helping him onto the runway. Spike wobbled for a moment, staring at the glimmering, shining, bejeweled diaper in front of him, his stomach growling. He licked his lips, leaning in as Rarity waggled her tush once more. “Why, I’d say it’s the most glamorous thing I’ve ever created! Nothing finer, the absolute pinnacle of-“ Rarity was cut short when she felt something pinch her rear. The padding was so thick it blocked any sort of pain, but as she looked over her shoulder she saw Spike gnawing on her diaper.

Diaper?

Rarity’s eyes widened as she looked at her padding, then her dress, then out to the crowd. She let out a shriek, trying to walk backwards only to stumble over Spike and flop onto her rear. “What in Equestria is going on here?!” She cried out. Pinkie bounced up onto the stage, helping Rarity stand up. Spike was laying on the ground, eyes still spinning from being smushed under Rarity’s rear.

“Uh, Twilight… I think we better get going!” Pinkie said, watching as the crowd was getting restless.

“Yeah, I'll get right on that,” Twilight said, a little sarcastically. “Can you help me down?”

“I think you'd need to be out of those straps for that,” Spike pointed out. “Can we break them?”

“Those straps are some of my finest-quality work!” Rarity told him. “Do you think I'd use the wrong fabric for that?”

One of the ponies in the crowd cleared his throat. “I want three by tomorrow!” he called. “In custom colours!”

“Four for me by next week!”

“A design for a crinkly banana-plush hammock!”

That one was strange enough to make the nearest few nobles look at the speaker, who shrugged.

“I like bananas.”

“Okay, no time to waste!” Pinkie said, and took the handles of the stroller – one in each forehoof. “Gangway, coming through!”

She rolled the over-padded Twilight across the stage, with Rarity waddling behind and Spike carried in her magic, and they made it through the rear entrance just before the rampaging mob of respectable fashion enthusiasts got to them.

“Dream spell time!” the Element of Laughter announced.

“But for that it would have to be the end of the dream!” Twilight protested. “How is this the end of the dream?”

“Obvious, silly!” Pinkie countered. “What kind of party would it be without a riot?”

Twilight thought back over the various balls, galas and functions they'd all attended.

“Good point!” she agreed. “And – go!”

Her horn flashed, and the dream dissolved.

They were soon running through the starry inter-dream expanse, and, much to Twilight’s relief, their costumes began to melt along with the dream. Pinkie stumbled as the stroller vanished, all the ponies falling over themselves and flopping into a pile. They all rolled forward, another dream fading in around them as they did. They soon found themselves laying on the floor of a barn, no longer dressed up in overly-frilly outfits. As Twilight stood up, though, she did realize her padding had managed to maintain much of its puffiness. She could walk more easily, but it was certainly the thickest of the bunch. “What is going on?” Rarity demanded, getting to her hooves as well. “And why am I in a… diaper?” She asked, grimacing at the sight of her golden padded rear.

“Long story short, Nightmare Moon.” Pinkie explained, bouncing over to the barn doors. “Ooh, I bet we’re in Applejack’s dream now! I wonder what she’s dreaming about? Probably apples. That pony sure does love apples.” She fiddled with the latch for a moment before pushing the large wooden doors open. Before them stretched the orchard of Sweet Apple Acres, trees sprouting up all over the place. As they looked, though, they spotted several large black tendrils climbing around some of the trees, and heard shouting off in the distance.

“Dangit, Big Mac, I told ya not to get too close to those things before I got the shears!”

“Are those things... the Plunder Vines?” Twilight asked, remembering them with a grimace.

She brightened. “Wait, that was Applejack! All we need to do is to get over to her!”

“Darling, don't you remember how much trouble the Plunder Vines were?” Rarity asked. “We could be in for quite a time of it.”

“Don't be silly, silly!” Pinkie giggled. “We know just what to do now! We just give them...”

The party pony paused. “Oopsie,” she said, still sounding amused.

“Pinkie...” Twilight sighed. “Right. Well, we need to make a decision, and I think what we should do is brave the Plunder Vines...”

“Twilight?”

“...use the sound of Applejack's voice to tell which way to go!” Twilight explained. “So we can-”

“Twilight!”

“What is it, Spike?” Twilight asked, looking around, and saw the vines – oddly squishy-looking, with their spines bending as they put pressure on the ground – having wrapped up Spike, and now carrying him over to what looked a lot like a pitcher-plant.

“Help?” Spike asked.

“I bet that thing's got a satin inside!” Pinkie conjectured.

“It would be a good look,” Rarity conceded. “And slippery, as well. Form follows function...”

“Ah! We’re coming, Spike!” Twilight declared. She hurried after the vines, her horn alighting as she conjured up a pair of ethereal gardening shears. As she attempted to snip the vines, though, the shears did nothing but squeeze in on the crinkly material, not leaving so much as a tiny rip or tear. Twilight groaned, the shears vanishing. Of course, she should’ve expected this much after Spike’s dream. Pinkie pounced upon the vines, trying to wrestle them to the ground. This did nothing but make them crinkle and rustle, and soon left Pinkie giggling as the puffy spines tickled her as she rolled around with them.

“Guuuyyys!” Spike yelled, now being dangled above the open pitcher. The bright blue inside seemed to almost glow a little, Spike trying to huff out a jet of flame. The plants just grew warmer, squeezing in on Spike tighter. He was just about to be dropped into the plant when a needle and thread conjured themselves around the pitcher. In a swift motion, Rarity sewed the mouth of the plant shut, causing Spike to flop down onto it and bounce off back towards the others.

“Now why did that work and mine… oh, nevermind.” Twilight shook her head.

“Thanks, Rarity.” Spike said, standing back up. Applejack’s shouts echoed across the field again, and the group turned to hurry towards them, vines creeping along, threatening to trip and snare them once again.

Pinkie kept jumping on vines and rolling around with them, collecting a huge number of vines all competing to try and snare her and tie her up. At one point she managed to slip out of all of them, leaving a huge bundle of the things uselessly tied together with one another, but it didn't last long and she was soon trying to fend off a vine wrapped around her ankles.

Twilight was watching Pinkie rather than paying attention to where she was going, and she slipped on the edge of a small cliff – a massive surprise to her, as from what she could remember there were no cliffs at this part of Sweet Apple Acres.

A moment later, she remembered it was a dream rather than the real Acres, and she felt like facehoofing before concentrating on where she was going – down the steep slope, butt-first, heading for a plant which looked decidedly odd.

Sundew, Twilight thought automatically, seeing how it looked, then got a better view and felt like letting out a heartfelt groan. It was like a sundew, but the whole of the sticky section of each stalk was just one giant diaper!

Twilight flopped down into the plant, the crinkly balls on the end sticking to squeeze in around her. Her initial reaction was to try and push them off to wriggle free, but it became clear a moment later that was a mistake. The stalks all curled in around her, the leaf of the crinkly plant starting to roll itself up. Twilight remained perfectly still, but it seems as if it was too late. The sundew diaper plant rolled her up, leaving her stuck with several puffy diapers all squeezing snugly into her. She grunted, trying once again to squeeze free, but the more she wriggled, the tighter the stalks squeezed around her.

Rarity was hurrying through the orchard, jumping over a few vines as they tried to ensnare her. Spike was waddling after her as fast as he could, trying to keep his eyes at least off Rarity’s rear enough that he could see where he was going. They heard another shout from Applejack, and as they rounded a corner to another row of trees, they found the earth pony wrestling with one of the vines. She tugged on her lasso, trying to keep the puffy vines from carrying Big Mac over to another puffy pitcher plant.