Twilight's Dream Voyage

Twilight looked up, then down, at the divide in the path.

One route led upwards, into a dark corridor. The other led down, into... another dark corridor.

“I don't know why I expected to know which way to go,” she sighed. “Do you remember which way to go... sorry, I just realized I forgot to get your name.”

“Figment,” the Crystal Pony told her. “I... sorry, I got a bit lost...”

She frowned. “I think it was this way, though.”

Twilight nodded, and set off after her down the slope. Applejack came next, and they missed the conversation taking place behind them.

“...don't think that's really a good idea,” Fluttershy said, softly. “I'm not very fast flying at the best of times.”

“Fine, then,” Dash said. “I don't want to go off on my own, so I guess we'll stick with the others.”

“O-okay,” Fluttershy agreed, looking up. She spotted Applejack disappearing around a corner at the top of the slope, and began to hurry to catch up. Spike came hurrying up alongside her a moment later, huffing a little from the waddle his padding forced on him.

“This is hopeless,” Rarity said, sighing. “I don't see how a pony could avoid getting lost for more than five minutes in here.”

“You just need to know where you're going,” Pinkie told her, pronking ahead and bouncing over the springy material.

Rarity followed, a little more sedately, until her hoof touched something with a lot more give in it than the merely springy floor.

“What the-!” she yelped, startled. “What's going on!?”

Rarity tugged on her hoof, but found it was coated in something sticky and tough. Like taffy, the material stretched as she lifted her hoof, only to snap back down into place the moment she weakened her tug. Rarity’s horn grew lighter, and she found herself standing on a pile of green sticky goo. All four of her hooves were securely stuck, leaving her struggling against the gunk. Pinkie looked back over her shoulder, grinning as she turned around and bounced back towards Rarity. “Whatsa-matter Rares? Having a bit of trouble?” She smirked, her eyes glowing slightly.

“Uh, Dash? You sure this is the right way?” Spike said, watching as the blue Pegasus flapped through the caves. “I don’t think I can see the others anymore…” He gulped, tugging on the waistband of his diaper as he continued to waddle forward.

“They gotta be this way, right? Trust me, I know where I’m going.” She boasted, swerving around a stalactite and dropping back down to the floor with a flump. Fluttershy was still waddling behind the pair nervously, glancing around at the slightest move. A few drips could be heard off in the distance, along with faint squishing as the ponies trotted up a gentle slope. Despite the relatively low grade, Fluttershy and Spike had difficulty keeping their hoofing from how wide their rear legs were spread by their diaper. It wasn’t too long before they found themselves standing at the edge of a pool of water, Dash hovering above the other two.

“This can’t be right. Where the heck did you take us, Rainbow?” Spike asked, looking out at the pond.

“O-oh no… are we… l-l-lo-?” Fluttershy wasn’t able to finish her sentence when something pushed the two ponies forward into the lake. Spike struggled, feeling his diaper bloat and squish as it soaked up the water, a current pulling the two towards a tunnel at the bottom of the deep pool…

Applejack and Twilight both yelped with surprise as they slid down the tunnel, their diapers bouncing off the soft surface as they slid along. Applejack flopped forward onto her belly as they went past a sharp turn, sending her headfirst down the tunnel. There was a mesh of stalagmites and stalactites, with a hole only just big enough for Applejack to fit through… were she not wearing a thick diaper. Her padding became stuck with a pomf, leaving her rear wriggling helplessly as Twilight slid down after her. Their diapers bounced together, Applejack slipping through and the two ponies set off on their slide once again.

Spike and Fluttershy were stuck in a similar situation, the water filled tunnel sweeping them away through a vast network of waterways and cave pipes. Their heads broke the surface as the tunnel widened, their vision illuminated only slightly by the faint green glow of the tunnel roof above them. Suddenly the tunnel dipped straight down again, and the two were swirled around in a whirlpool, spinning faster and faster as they approached the center. With what almost sounded like a gulp, the two slipped through a tiny hole at the bottom, falling into a still pool yet again. Fluttershy tried to swim forward, only for her muzzle to bounce off of something translucent in front of her. She gasped, somehow able to breathe despite floating in a pool of water. The back of her mind reminded her she was in a dream, but that thought was quickly stifled as she felt the pool shift, the water sloshing around them.

“Unhand me, you… ruffian!” Rarity said, kicking helplessly as she was wrapped up in more and more sticky taffy-like goo. Pinkie, or rather, the changeling impersonating Pinkie just giggled, shaking her head and pulling more around Rarity to securely bind her.

“Nuh uh! Can’t take any chances ‘till you get to Queen Chrysalis, silly!” She poked Rarity’s muzzle, giggling and returning to her work.

“Chrysalis!” Rarity repeated, gasping. “I... really should have expected that.”

“Yeah, it's kinda silly of you,” the changeling giggled, doing a very good impression of Pinkie Pie. Then she pulled the taffyish material on Rarity's forelegs so it stuck to the gunk on her back legs, effectively immobilizing her and preventing her from kicking further.

“Not much more to go~” she said, working away busily. “I bet you'll feel as snug as a bug in a rug – ooh, this is like the opposite of a bug in a rug! Because it's a fabric-pony in a bug-thing!”

Rarity groaned.

Dash watched in astonishment as Rarity trotted back over to them. Her horn glowing green, she detached the edges of the sticky web from the tunnel sides, then rolled it up into a bundle with smooth efficiency.

Sticky material gummed Dash's wings to her sides, pulled her diaper snugger against her rump, and pressed Pinkie's diaper tightly into hers.

“Hey, Dashie!” Pinkie said, in a stage whisper. “I don't think this is really Rarity!”

“What was your first clue?” Dash grumbled, as the Changeling-Rarity lifted the whole bundle into the air and began to carry them off.

“Look out!” Twilight yelped, pointing ahead.

“Ah see it,” Applejack called back. “What am ah supposed t' do about it?”

She tried anyway, trying to move so she was broadside-on or something, but there was some kind of black material in the way and she crashed into it hind-legs-first. It turned out to be extremely thick and soft, plush and crinkly, and there was so much of it that she and Twilight ended up both stuck inside it and unable to see where they were going or what they were doing.

“Hey!” Twilight yelped. “Get that off my diaper!”

“It's mah head!” Applejack replied, voice a little muffled. “Do y'all think this is some kind'a choice of mine?”

The two continued to slide down the tunnel, slip-sliding along as they tried to get their bearings. Suddenly the pair flew off the end of the tunnel and bounced several times across the cushy floor, wobbling about before flopping onto their backs. Twilight tried to sit up, but found the material around her was surprisingly restricting. She tried once again, and this time she sat up with relative easy. She gave a sigh of relief and made to take a hold of whatever it was covering her head, when her hooves refused to budge again. She struggled against her hoof coverings as her head slipped a bit further in, and two eyeholes suddenly fell into place, allowing her to see where she was. Twilight and Applejack were sitting in the middle of a small room of the cave, but the most surprising part was that, rather than being tangled up in a mess of dark fabric, they were sitting in a large plush changeling suit. Just a bit larger than Celestia, the suit was comprised of two halves, each pony making up one.

The suit chuckled as it reached down to pat its belly, Twilight blushing as it poked right where her diaper was. The suit rolled forward, standing up as Applejack struggled against her confines as well. Her wriggling fared slightly better, forcing the changeling to waggle its rump left and right as the farm pony tried to free herself from the suit, but she soon found herself being forced to march along with Twilight through the tunnels yet again.

Slosh!

Sploosh!

Ga-lunk!~

The fat creaky pooltoy changling waddled through the caves, Fluttershy and Spike pressing up against his transparent belly to try and see where it was carrying them. Their legs were spread even further by their now soaked diapers, each wriggle causing their padding to squish and squash as they were escorted through the tunnels. Off in the distance a soft green glow could be seen, growing steadily brighter and brighter as the hefty, sloshy changeling trotted towards it.

From four different directions, the seven thoroughly trapped adventurers – six ponies and one dragon – entered a large, green-lit room.

The room was full of strange pods, some on the walls and some on the floor. Most of them were empty, with translucent green walls revealing a mostly-clear gunk inside, but some held a diapered-up pony suspended within.

Changelings – oddly soft-looking, puffy changelings – walked or buzzed back and forth, some checking on the pods and others changing their forms or just casting odd-looking spells.

Twilight gasped as she looked through the eye-holes of her living suit, spotting a particularly large pod in pride of place in the middle of the room. Inside it were two ponies she recognized – Shining and Cadence!

They were both diapered to an outrageous degree, and held together by straps inside the large-but-not-quite-large-enough pod. Twilight could just about see that they both had pacifiers in, and that they were occasionally wriggling a little.

“Ah, at last,” said a familiar voice, and Twilight saw Queen Chrysalis sitting on her throne.

The villainous Changeling looked oddly large, compared to how Twilight remembered her, and also seemed to be made of some sort of soft, plushy material. But her smirk was just the same, and she fixed Twilight with a stare.

“It's so good of you to join us, 'Princess',” Chrysalis said. “You and your friends are going to be part of our greatest plan yet!”

She indicated the pods. “Every one of these pods will hold a pony – a pony trapped in diapers, and a pony who enjoys being trapped in diapers! Their love for their predicament will fuel the entire hive!”

“What? Nopony would like being in diapers! Especially not my brother and Cadence!” Twilight shouted in response. Her yells were muffled by the suit, which only smirked and giggled to itself before opening its mouth to allow Twilight to look at Chrysalis unhindered.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I believe all that fluff got in the way.” Chrysalis chuckled, sitting atop her plush throne. “Something about not enjoy diapers? Why, but I know for a fact you just love your diapers! Who could resist such warm, soft, plush comfort?” Chrysalis grinned, staring Twilight in the eyes. Twilight stared right back, looking into Chrysalis’s faintly glowing eyes. She was crazy! Why would she ever enjoy how comfy her diaper was! Er, wait…

Twilight tried to shake her head, looking away from Chrysalis for a moment. Chrysalis turned her attention to Pinkie and Rainbow Dash, bound tightly together in their web. “Hey, let us go meanie pants bug! You’ll never get away with this plan of puffy doom!” Pinkie cried, struggling against her bindings. Chrysalis just laughed again, taking in a deeeeep breath. A faint glow seemed to emanate from the pods, all flowing towards Chrysalis. She patted her belly, feeling the love fill her up and up. She licked her lips and looked back down at Pinkie, contemplating how best to ensnare her new prey.

“Tell me,” she began, her eyes glowing a little. “Do you like your diapers?”

“Well, they're kind of comfy I guess,” Pinkie said. “And snuggly!”

“Pinkie!” Dash groaned. “Don't play into her hooves like this!”

“But I'm just answering a question!” Pinkie protested. “And I was going to say, diapers are kind of inconvenient, too...”

“I don't think you answered the question right,” Chrysalis said, her eyes still with that gentle green glow. “What about you, Rainbow Dash. Do you like your diapers?”

“No!” Dash replied. “They're totally uncool, even if they are soft and-”

The pegasus cut herself off, and Chrysalis smirked.

“I still don't think you're telling me the truth,” she said. “So think about your answer. Think about your diaper, how snugly it grips your rump. Think about how comfortable it is. Think about all of that... and tell me, do you like your diapers?”

Both ponies had trouble pulling their eyes away from Chrysalis.

“Uh...” Pinkie began, frowning in confusion. “I... guess it's... kinda hard to think of a downside?”

“Y-yeah,” Dash agreed. “But... shouldn't...”

“Don't feel too bad about it,” Chrysalis chuckled, her voice soft and persuasive, and her eyes glowing so neither pony could focus on much else. “You're not the only ponies who feel that way. You don't need to feel ashamed...”

“Dash, Pinkie!” Twilight called. “Snap out of it!”

“So,” Chrysalis went on, voice steady. “Just stay calm, and relaxed... comfortable and padded... and tell me you like diapers.”

Both ponies stared up at Chrysalis, their minds fuzzy as they tried to think of reasons to deny their love of diapers. Though, did they really have one? Was there a reason they didn’t like diapers? Pinkie certainly couldn’t think of a good one. “I… suppose I like them. They are pretty fluffy.” She gave a bit of a giggle, wiggling her rear. Chrysalis nodded, looking to Dash. She scrunched her muzzle, not wanting to admit she found her diapers soft and comfy, especially in front of her friends. But as Chrysalis stared, Dash found herself agreeing with Pinkie, albeit a bit more quietly.

“I thought you two would tell the truth sooner or later.” Chrysalis said, nodding for the changeling to carry them over to two empty pods stuck to the wall of the cave beside her. Chrysalis’s attention then turned to Fluttershy and Spike, floating in their changeling aquarium. “And what about you two? I’m sure you enjoy just how big and bloated your diapers are. Don’t you just love how they squish between your legs?”

Spike glared up at Chrysalis, folding his arms and sticking his tongue out at her. He bobbed about in the water, trying to ignore that Chrysalis was telling at least a partial truth. His diaper was bloated and squishy. And it wasn’t helping that every time he squeezed his legs together, a few bubbles were pushed from the plastic of his padding, floating up to the surface.

“No chance!” he said, shaking his head – full of determination. “Right, Fluttershy?”

The pegasus swallowed, tilting back a little as the water soaked into her thick diapers. “I... well... I wouldn't say I like them, no...”

“Really?” Chrysalis asked, as the changeling holding them wobbled a little and made the water slosh back and forth. “Because you don't look like a pony and a dragon not enjoying your diapers to me. After all, wouldn't you be trying harder to get them off if you really didn't like them?”

Her eyes glittered, and Spike paused – trying to work out the problem in her logic.

“...that's not... no,” he said, a little less forcefully. “No, that's not how it works – I really don't like my diapers.”

“Don't you just love feeling soft?” Chrysalis asked, turning her attention to Fluttershy for a moment. “Feeling so well protected, away from all the dangers?”

“You're the one putting them in danger!” Twilight shouted, but it seemed distant. Far away, unlike Chrysalis' voice which resonated in the air and water around them.

“And I know dragons love to have things,” Chrysalis went on, switching her attention right back to Spike again. “Don't you like having your very own, thick, soft, squishy, comfortable diapers? Owning them, where no-pony can take them away?”

Spike squeezed his legs again, making more air leave his diapers and making them heavier still – and making them bulk up still more.

“So... do you like diapers?” Chrysalis repeated. “Don't you just love your diapers?”

Spike shook his head, but it seemed more like an automatic response than anything.

Fluttershy whimpered a bit, poking at her swollen padding as a few bubbles floated up from it and tickled her nose. Chrysalis still grinned, shifting her gaze over to Rarity as the two floated in place, poking and prodding their diapers as they thought. “How about you? Certainly the fashionista herself would just adore her diapers! Think of all that can be done with them. Their crinkly white pampers the perfect canvas for any new designs. Anypony would be jealous of somepony in such fashionable, comfortable attire, wouldn’t you agree?”

Rarity tried to break free of the goo surrounding her, but any bit of movement only caused it to stretch and squeeze back in on her. Her padding was squeezed tightly by the rubber-like substance, causing a soft blush to cross her face. “Absolutely not! This is the! Worst! Possible! Thing!” Rarity whined, feeling her diaper pressed snugly into her rear. She watched as Pinkie Pike and Dash were lifted out of their makeshift web, the pod opening up to allow them to slip inside. Pinkie leaned up to the back, her diaper on display as she sat inside, smiling softly. Her padding looked so… bare.

Rarity shook her head. No, no, Pinkie’s padding was fine. It didn’t need anything. Well, it actually needed to be off, right? Pinkie didn’t need diapers, and she didn’t actually like them! Then again, Pinkie wasn’t exactly a conventional pony. Maybe she really did like her diapers. And if she did, maybe there was something to them?

“Just think...” Chrysalis said, voice velvety. “With the right design, you could make a fashion statement that no pony could avoid seeing. Wouldn't that be wonderful?”

Rarity frowned, her struggles dying down a little as she seriously considered the idea. Of having her work in big stamps across the rumps of other ponies, where anypony could look at it and see it proudly displayed there.

Perhaps Pinkie would have something frivolous, a pink pattern with blue bubbles on it – oh, and she could make wetness indicators which turned a silly curly string into a set of inflated balloons!

The unicorn paused, then realized what she was thinking, and grit her teeth as she started to struggle again.

She wasn't going to be sweet-talked that easily!

“I know you're thinking about it,” Chrysalis chuckled. “Aren't you? How you could provide diapers for your friends... ones they would wear all the time, not like dresses which are only for special occasions...”

Rarity's eyes widened as that point hit home.

She had to admit, it was a good one... her work would be essential! Showing off her genius to everypony around, all the time!

Looking into Chrysalis' green eyes, Rarity felt almost like she was floating as she considered the possibilities. Thoughts of resistance, of impropriety, melting away and replaced by a passion for exploring the new opportunity.

“Oh my… that sounds… fantastic! Amazing! To have everypony in thick, puffy diapers, all designed by me! I-I-“ Rarity stammered, enthralled by the possibility. Twilight looked over to her, struggling against her suit.

“Rarity! Everypony’s going to be trapped in here if she gets what she wants!” She tried to remind her, but Rarity was too busy thinking of various designs as she was carried over to another pod near Shining and Cadence’s. Twilight continued to struggle, her tail flicking back and forth as her padding pushed up into Applejack’s muzzle. Applejack scrunched her muzzle, trying to avoid it pressing into Twilight’s thickly padded rear as much as she could, though the tip of her nose was still being gently tickled.

There was a loud slosh as the pooltoy changeling flopped onto its rear, letting out a burp to relieve some of the air that had built up in his gut from Fluttershy and Spike’s pokes at their diapers. Chrysalis turned back to them, her fangs flashing in the glow of the cave as she licked her lips. “Well, what do you two think? Have you ever felt something so puffy, squishy, and comfortable as a diaper? I truly doubt it.” She chuckled. Fluttershy looked back to her, her tail swallowed up partially by her inflated diaper.

“Ooh… I s-suppose not. My diaper is very s-soft and s-squishy. And, mmmm… safe too…” Fluttershy’s voiced trailed off as she wiggled her rear, Spike doing the same as he grinned, thoroughly enjoying the heavy sloshing of his diaper around his waist.

“Do you love your diapers?” Chrysalis said, eyes glittering.

Spike nodded, and after a moment Fluttershy did as well.

“No!” Twilight called. “Don't give in!”

“Dear me, Twilight,” Chrysalis chuckled, returning her attention fully to Twilight as the pooltoy changeling carried his victims over to two more pods. “I thought you'd be more understanding of the choices your friends made.”

She looked Twilight in the eye, and her eyes glittered again – brighter than before. “After all, so many of your friends can't be wrong, can they? They all like diapers... all for different reasons.”

“But-” Twilight began, struggling, and finding her thoughts harder to focus than a moment ago – her conviction waning. “But... they're wrong...”

“Are they?” Chrysalis asked, a smirk audible in her voice. “I thought you were a scientist, Twilight. You should know to rethink your conclusions with enough evidence – especially the evidence you can feel yourself.”

Twilight found herself unable to look away from Chrysalis' emeraldine eyes, not even able to look down enough to see the triumphant grin the Queen had on her muzzle.

“Soft, comfy, fashionable, safe...” Chrysalis listed off. “What other reason does there need to be?”

Twilight swallowed.

“And just in case you needed one... why, you could read all the little foal's books you could ever want, without needing to take those annoying bathroom breaks,” Chrysalis said. “Don't you see how much you want your diapers now?”

Twilight's tail twitched as she began to give in. “I... I... well...”

“Say it,” Chrysalis invited, triumph in her voice.

“Ah... ah...” Applejack gasped, face scrunching up. “Aaah-CHOOO!”

With a mighty sneeze, the changeling suit Twilight and Applejack had been trapped in ballooned outwards, only to fly apart a moment later. The two ponies flopped onto their fronts, bouncing on the plush floor for a moment before regaining their senses. Twilight shook her head, clearing it as she jumped back from Chrysalis. Her horn began to glow as she prepared up a spell. Chrysalis gulped as she ducked, but rather than fire a bolt of magic at Chrysalis, Twilight fired it towards Cadence and Shining’s pod. With a balloon-like pop!, the pod burst, sending both ponies flopping down onto their massively inflated diapers, wobbling about as they slowly came to.

“Guh, what, what’s going on? What were we just…” Shining muttered, only to look down at himself and see the large diaper secured around him. “Gah! Cadence! When I said I wanted to try something new, I didn’t mean-“

Cadence cut Shining short as she gave her own yelp of surprise, rolling backwards and flopping onto the plush cave floor. “Shining! I didn’t do this? What’s going on?” Twilight hurried over to help Cadence onto her hooves, firing another few spells at Dash and Pinkie’s pods. “Twilight? What are-“

“No time! Waddle!” Twilight shouted, Applejack bucking the squeaky changeling’s rump, causing the valve on his belly to pop open and Fluttershy and Spike to stream out onto the floor. Applejack picked up Fluttershy, dragging her on her squishy padding as Spike got to his feet, which were spread quite widely by his squishy padding. He waddled over to Rarity, tugging on her tail as she slipped into a pod, trying to pull her free.

“You... you foals!” Chrysalis complained, horn lighting up. “How dare you!”

Changelings began rushing around, some of them coming straight at the group – and a worrying number vanishing into the tunnels of the hive.

“They were enjoying themselves!” Chrysalis went on. “I made sure of that!”

“And ah'm sure that was all y'all bein' kind,” Applejack shot back. “Come on, Twi, most of these here ponies ain't snappin' out of it!”

Twilight lit her horn and picked up Rarity, Fluttershy, Spike, Dash and Pinkie all at once. “Which way do we go?”

“Y'all are bein' the expert!” Applejack replied, bucking away a Changeling made of diaper material – then getting grabbed by one made of balloons, until Shining used a spell shaped like a shield to push it away. “Can't y' just cast the spell here?”

“My dreamwalking spell won't work!” Twilight reported. “We must not have finished the thing we need to do yet!”

Applejack groaned, and she – and Twilight – waddled for one of the exits, Cadence and Shining following along behind them.

Not ten steps out of the throne room, Pinkie bounced up. “Quick! This way!”

Twilight made to follow, paused, glanced up at the Pinkie Pie still hovering in her magic field, and stunned the obvious changeling.

“Twi, can you carry all of us?” Shining asked. “That way it'll be obvious who the changelings are.”

“But Shiny!” Cadence called. “Wait first – put a shield up around us! I didn't do the sunshine dance with Twilight!”

“You want to do that now?” Shining asked, then wilted a little at the glare from his padded-up wife and duly put up a shield.

“Cadence?! This is not the time!” Twilight shouted after bouncing off of Shining’s shield and dropping her friends.

“Twilight, it’s been almost a month since we saw each other last! I’m sure you can take five seconds from your dream.” Twilight bit her tongue, Cadence already bouncing on her hooves excitedly. Twilight took her place opposite the alicorn, blushing brightly as she tried to ignore the thick diapers they were all wearing.

Sunshine sunshine

Ladybugs, awake!

Clap your hooves

And do a little shake!

Their thick diapers bumped up against each other, neither pony having put enough room between them for when they spun around. Twilight’s face turned a bright red as she waddled away from Cadence, helping her friends back to their hooves as best as she could. Unfortunately, as they had danced, changelings had begun to swarm around Shining’s shield, bouncing, crinkling, and creaking against it as they attempted to break through. Twilight looked up, gulping as she tried to think of a way out. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to get through them all!”

Cadence thought for a moment, tapping her hoof as Shining struggled to keep the shield up, plopping down on his thick diaper as he did so. Chrysalis dropped down onto the shield, bouncing off of it like a bubble before coming to a halt. She licked her lips once again as she squeezed the bubble shield, staring down at her captives. “You can’t stay there forever! And why would you, don’t you remember how much fun you had? Nothing to do but enjoy the thick fluff of your diapers?”

Shining blushed at her words, wriggling a little on his thick diaper. “...no?”

“Sakes, and ah thought I was the worst liar...” Applejack muttered.

“All squeezed together,” Chrysalis said, catching Cadence's eye. “Softly snug, like cuddle bugs...”

Cadence looked away, then at her husband, and raised an eyebrow. Shining thought, then nodded – his shield starting to compact around them.

Cadence turned back to Twilight. “Pick up your friend,” she said. “Then go – fly for it. We'll keep her distracted.”

“Cadence, we can't just leave you here!” Twilight protested. “Not for Chrysalis to do who-knows-what to you!”

The Alicorn of Love shifted a little nervously in her diaper, blushing. “Well... about that... I'm pretty sure we know...”

Twilight blushed as well.

“All right,” she said, after a moment.

She picked up Applejack as well, floating all of the rest of her friends around her, and got ready to run.

Then Shining collapsed his shield – and used a new one to push Twilight as hard as possible, hitting her diaper with a massive push which produced a loud crinkle and a sudden cloud of powder.

Caught by surprise, Twilight went barrelling off down the tunnel with the others floating around her.

There was a cacophony of squeaks, creaks, bounces, boings, plush flumps, and a few giggles of pleasure as the changeling all pounced upon Shining and Cadence, Twilight and her friends being thrown through the air. Twilight’s horn began to glow as she attempted to conjure up the dream walking spell once again. To her relief, the dream began to melt away once more, leaving the group falling into a pile in the starry expanse once again. Pinkie’s head popped up from the group as she rubbed her eyes and yawned widely. “Ooooh man, how long was I out? Did I miss something?” She asked.

Twilight and Applejack declined to answer, instead pushing themselves out from under the others as they began to break free from Chrysalis’s spell. “Let’s just keep moving. We have to be getting close now.” Twilight said, hoping nopony else would realize there really wasn’t anything to indicate that they wereany closer to finding Nightmare Moon than they had been several dreams ago. “Just… focus again…”

A dream came to them only a moment later, plunging in on them so they landed in a heap in the middle of a throne room.

As they struggled out of the heap, Twilight saw Chrysalis looking down on them – confused, rather than triumphant.

“What?” the Changeling Queen asked, tilting her head, and her horn lit up. Twilight felt an odd sensation, like somepony scanning through her memories.

Then Chrysalis shook her head. “Nope. Nope, nope, not even getting involved with this.”

The dream collapsed around them.

“...well, that was odd,” Twilight managed, as they landed back on the starry path. “I wonder if that was the real Chrysalis, and the one from Shining's dream was... not?”

She shook her head. “Okay. Nightmare Moon – and only Nightmare Moon!”

The ponies began to trot along, all thinking about Nightmare Moon, and nothing but Nightmare Moon, when a dream began to flow into existence around them. Standing in front of them, facing the opposite way was a tall black mare, her mane and tail flowing expanses of night sky. “Nightmare!” Twilight shouted. Nightmare looked over her shoulder, grinning widely.

“Well, it seems you’ve started to catch up with me! But I can’t stick around too long my little foals, I have more dreams to craft! But don’t worry, I’ve already got a few friends here for you.” She snickered, her own horn flashing as she vanished from sight.

“Friends?” Twilight asked, worried. “What does she mean friends?”

“Who cares?” Dash countered. She crouched down, muscles bunching, and launched herself at where Nightmare Moon had been. “We're gaining on her!”

“Daaaash!” Twilight shouted. “She could have teleported – she could be anywhere! We don't want to get split up!”

She glanced over at Pinkie. “How did you make your Element of Laughter appear?”

“Simple, silly!” Pinkie said, as Dash orbited an area of terrain with no pony in it, looking vaguely put-upon that Nightmare didn't want to be bucked in the cheek. “I just did this!”

She reached into her mane, and pulled her hoof out. “See?”

“...Darling... there's nothing there,” Rarity pointed out.

Pinkie did a double-take, then pouted. “That's not fair! Meanie Black Sooty, I bet it was her fault!”

“Great,” Twilight sighed. “So we don't have a plan.”

“We always have a plan,” Spike said. “Hold on, I remember there was some comic I was reading that did something clever...”

“Well, ah guess we're doomed now,” Applejack drawled.

“Hey!” Spike replied, hurt. “Wait, I remember now. I can use my fire to send messages to places... so what if I use it to send ponies to where the Elements are?”

“That's a bad idea in at least five different ways,” Twilight said, frowned, then corrected herself. “Seven.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Spike asked.

“...I suppose not,” Twilight admitted. “At least your postal breath can't actually hurt ponies, so if it goes wrong it shouldn't hurt anypony.”

Dash came hovering back over. “I think we need to take this boss battle back to the shop. There wasn't any hitting things.”

“Alright, let’s hope this works…” Twilight said, still not very happy with the idea. Everypony gathered together, Spike taking a few steps back before he took a large breath in. His chest puffing up slightly, Spike suddenly leaned forward, blowing out a rush of green flames towards the group. Each pony concentrated on their element as the warm fire licked around them. There was rush of wind in their ears as they were suddenly whisked away to other portions of the dream.

Applejack braced herself against the lurch that came from the rapid movement. She never did like when Twilight decided to teleport her around places, and Spike’s magical dragon breath was no exception. It thankfully wasn’t long before she found herself stumbling out of the whirling magic, her hooves thumping against a hardwood floor. She looked around, trying to spot the glint of the orange gem that was embedded in her element. She squinted in the dark, unable to make much out of where she is. There was a sudden flash of light, temporarily blinding Applejack and forcing her to put a hoof up to shield her eyes. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to adjust her vision to the sudden shift in illumination, she found she was standing in a bright spotlight up on stage. “Now what in Sam Hill’s going on?” She asked, looking back and forth again.

“And now, the star you’ve all been waiting for, it’s the grrrrrrreat and powerful….” There was a building drum roll, Applejack stepping backwards as sparks of magic began to fly around the spotlight. With a puff of smoke (that Applejack couldn’t help but notice smelled an awful lot like foal powder), a bright blue pony materialized in front of Applejack, posing and whipping her hat off as her cape fluttered about. “Trrrixie!”

“Trixie?” Applejack repeated. “Ah, hornswogglers, ah should'a known...”

“Trixie will take that as the accolade which it undoubtedly was not,” Trixie said, replacing her hat upon her head. “And welcomes her to the stage for her grand performance!”

She swept her coat about in a flourish. “For, today, Trixie shall perform one of those greatest feats of magic that any pony has ever heard of – nothing less than an alteration of time itself!”

There was a crackle of fireworks, and another puff of dizzying foal powder. Applejack shook her head, trying to concentrate on the situation, and fixed Trixie with a glare that would have been more intimidating if she hadn't sneezed halfway through from a puff of the powder. “What all is goin' on here?”

“Trixie is unsurprised you are astonished!” Trixie said, trotting around in a circle. “For the great magician prefers for her subjects to be slack-jawed yokels, the better to be astonished by her prowess with the mystic arts!”

As Applejack was trying to work out how much of that sentence to be offended by, Trixie stamped a hoof onto the stage and produced a poomf of magic. Out of the cloud came a great big pile of equipment – diapers, a stroller, bottles, a changing table, several soft toys and a pacifier.

“Now wait one darn second!” Applejack said forcibly. “If y'all think you're puttin' me in this, you have another think comin'!”

“But Trixie would never put an adult pony in things like this,” Trixie said, a smirk on her face. “The question is – will you still be an adult pony at the end of the day?”

The smirk turned sly. “Of course, you could always admit that Trixie has outsmarted you...”

I ain’t one to lie, Trixie.” Applejack said, deadpanned. Trixie simply scoffed, walking over to Applejack.

“Now, Applejack, it’s no lie! You’ll soon see what I have in store. First of all, you have a rather thin diaper, you can still walk in that!” Trixie smirked, her horn alighting. Applejack was about to step back, but Trixie fired off the magic before she could react. With a flooomph!, Applejack’s padding puffed up to twice its size. Her face turned a bright red as she stumbled from her legs being suddenly spread even further apart.

“Hold on, what in tarnation are you trying to-“ Applejack was cut off as a pacifier was stuffed into her mouth, cutting her off. Applejack attempted to tug the pacifier out, but no matter how she tugged, it remained stubbornly stuck. She glared up at Trixie, who only grinned even wider, her horn flashing once again. Applejack thought she saw Trixie’s eyes shift color a bit, but it happened too fast for her to really see. Applejack plopped onto her padded rump with a puff, forced to sit and watch as the show continued…

Rainbow Dash skidded to a halt on the ground, having just been thrown out of Spike’s magic breath. She looked around, finding herself standing in the middle of what looked like Griffonstone. But as she took a closer look things seemed… puffier? Softer? Something was up, and she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it.

“Hey, anypony here?” she called. “Or, uh, anygriff, I guess. Anyway, anyone here?”

Her shout should have echoed, but it didn't – the oddly soft material seeming to absorb the sound in a way she didn't expect.

“Hello?” she called again. “Seriously, this is kind of odd...”

There was a chuckle, and she looked around – wings flaring as she jumped into the air, suddenly worried.

“Who was that?” she demanded. “Come on out, or I'll have to find you and – and be awesome at you!”

The chuckle came again.

Then a shape appeared from one of the buildings, and Dash did a double-take.

It was a griffin, and for a moment it looked like it was Gilda – but it couldn't possibly be Gilda. This griffin had thick, padded legs, puffy wings, a plump body, and every part of it was made of some kind of shiny material that crinkled as it moved – held together by dozens if not hundreds of tapes.

Then Dash looked at the face again, and stared.

That was Gilda – she'd recognize the griffin anywhere! But she was... fat, and made of diapers!

“What... the...” she said, jaw slack, and Gilda chuckled.

“Aha! So, you finally decided to come back around, eh Dash?” the griffon smirked, waddling up to her old friend.

Dash’s gaze was drawn upwards as the fat creature stood several feet taller than her. Despite her looming presence, as she crinkled, Dash’s eyes couldn’t help but then be drawn towards Gilda’s behind. Puffy, thick, looking almost as if she had her own thick diaper on beneath her crinkly form. “Awfully cocky of a washed up prankster to try and come crawling back to me.”

“Wh-what the heck’s going on? Gilda, I thought we put those things behind us!” Dash said, taking a few steps away from the fat diaper critter. Gilda just laughed, her pudgy belly crinkling up a storm as she flicked her tail and swayed her rump left and right happily.

“Not a chance~” Gilda suddenly pounced upon Dash, tackling her and rolling her across the soft, plush ground. Dash fought to free herself, but Gilda just laughed at her attempts to push against her swollen form. Pinning Dash beneath her claws, Gilda’s gut pressed down into Dash’s belly as she licked her beak, eyeing up her friend trapped beneath her.

“G-gilda, what happened to you?” Dash asked, feeling Gilda's puffy belly squash her into the ground. “How come you're some kind of diaper monster?”

Gilda didn't answer, just shifting a little so her weight was on her belly and her hind legs. “Mmm... you know, I just had a brilliant idea for how to show you what I mean...”

Dash wriggled, trying to get away, but just produced more crinkling sounds. Then Gilda's crinkly-puff claws closed over her forelegs, pinning her in place with a kind of springy softness.

The griffin shifted her weight again so Dash was no longer buried, and Dash immediately took the chance to try and fly away – but her forelegs remained trapped, the give in the crinkly claws somehow not enough to let Dash actually squirm out of Gilda's grip.

As Gilda licked her beak again, Dash paled. “W-wait, what are you-”

Her yelp was cut off as Gilda flipped Dash around, guiding the pegasus' hind legs into her beak with a casual strength that made Dash's best attempts at escape pointless.

“Ahh...” Gilda grinned as Dash’s hind legs slipped down into her beak, only for her thick diaper to halt her progress. Dash squirmed, but her wriggling did nothing but press her padding into Gilda’s face, making the fat gryphon giggle and open her beak wider. She playfully chewed on Dash’s padding, squishing and squeezing the fluff around her rump as she slid further down into her. Dash flapped her wings, but it was useless as a moment later they were pinned into her side by Gilda’s throat. “Gilda!” Rainbow cried, but her pleas were simply met by a face full of crinkle-talons, pressing her completely into Gilda’s beak. The pudgy creature gave one last satisfied laugh and a large gulp!, Dash falling into her gut. Gilda leaned back onto her rump, patting her even fatter gut as she felt Rainbow wriggle around in her new puffy, plastic prison.

Twilight dropped out of Spike’s magic, a little more gracefully than the others. She found herself standing in the middle of a small, familiar town. Unlike Griffonstone had been for Dash, the town was bustling, at least as much as a small town could. Twilight looked about nervously, realizing she was standing in the town Starlight had founded out in the middle of nowhere…

“Ah, hello!” came a familiar voice, and Twilight turned quickly – seeing Starlight Glimmer approaching, at the head of a delegation of ponies.

Unlike when they'd gone to the real Our Town, however, the ponies in the delegation were all wearing diapers – just like the rest of the town – and the equals-signs were on their diapers, which seemed startlingly thick.

“Welcome to Our Town,” Starlight said. “I'm glad to see you came to join us.”

“What's going on, Starlight?” Twilight asked. “I know what this place is about.”

“Then you know it's a wonderful place to be,” Starlight agreed. “Isn't it?”

“It's a wonderful place,” echoed the ponies around her.

Twilight started to back away, lighting her horn. “I'm not here to make trouble,” she said. “I just want to-”

Somepony pounced on her from behind, and Twilight jumped in surprise. Before she could recover her wits, a large diaper – much larger than the one she'd been wearing – was taped around her existing one, and her horn-glow cut off all of a sudden.

“That's better,” Starlight said, nodding. “Good foals don't use dangerous magic, and we're all good foals here.”

“I'm not a foal!” Twilight protested, wobbling a little as she got back to her hooves – not noticing as the marks on the diaper glowed, though she suddenly felt a bit of a need to go to the bathroom. “I'm a grown mare!”

Another little glow from the marks, and Twilight began to shift uncomfortably.

“If you're going to be a naughty foal, perhaps you need to have a time out,” Starlight suggested, her stress on the word making Twilight's diaper pulse again. “Doesn't that sound nice?”

Twilight winced at Starlight’s words, shifting back and forth on her hooves as the need to use the restroom began to increase. “N-no! I refuse to be treated like a f-fo…” Her voice died in her throat as her diaper pulsed once again. She felt her padding grow warm and damp, the diaper beneath her thick equal marked one soaking itself as Twilight wet it. A bright blush crossed her face as she felt her padding expand slightly, though her outer diaper managed to hide any hint of this occurring. Starlight gave a soft smile, stepping up to pat Twilight’s rear while she was distracted.

“There there, that’s better, isn’t it? No need to throw a tantrum, just be a good little foal like the others.” She smiled, helping Twilight over to the crowd. Twilight followed for a moment, but her mind soon grew clear again. Despite her embarrassment at her now squishy diaper, she took another step back from Starlight.

“I will not be a foal! I’m trying to stop Nightmare Moon, Starlight, if you don’t stop this nonsense, we’re all going to be stuck in these dreams!” She declared. Starlight just waved her hoof, chuckling a little.

“My, what an active imagination you have! Twilight, are you going to behave, or am I going to have to put you in time out?” She asked. Twilight’s padding pulsed and quivered slightly. Twilight whined, feeling the urge to wet building once again.

“N-no… I’ll be a good… foal.” She muttered, trying not to think about what she was saying.

“Excellent! Well, you best come with us, we have a special surprise waiting for new foals around here!”