Twilight's Dream Voyage

The magic of Spike's postal-breath swirled around Rarity, who felt a little queasy at the whole experience. She decided to distract herself for now by pondering using the flames in some kind of display – perhaps an outfit which used just that colour? - but before she came to a conclusion, the swirling magic deposited her on a hillside.

“Ah...” she began, frowning. “I... appear to have ended up in the wrong place?”

There was no sign of anything familiar nearby, except for the landmarks which looked at least vaguely like those around Ponyville.

“Excuse me?” she called, taking a step. “Is there a large gold necklace around here with a diamond symbol? No?”

Her words prompted no immediate reaction, so she kept trotting along – looking around for some kind of hint. Then, all of a sudden, the ground erupted in front of her in a very familiar way.

Half a dozen canine creatures pulled themselves out of the ground – which, now Rarity was paying attention, seemed awfully clean – and she gasped.

“Diamond dogs!” she said. “Not again!”

“Padded po-ny,” one of them chuckled.

“You won't get me again, or... or I'll whine at you!” she said, getting ready to defeat them the same way they'd been handled last time.

As she inhaled, however, one of the dogs quickly put something between her teeth. It glowed, and instead of whining or shouting she started suckling on it instead.

“Better,” said the spokesdog. “Leader wants po-ny for dress-up.”

Rarity looked down at the pacifier in her mouth, her muzzle scrunching as she suckled at it. She was about to retort when she felt one of the dogs tug at her tail. She squeaked with surprise, turning around and glaring at the beast. Another one smacked her padded rump, laughing as she stumbled forward. “Thick diaper, fits the prissy pony well!” Rarity’s face turned a bright red as she spun about again, giving the dog a death glare. Before she could do much else, however, another one scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder. Rarity struggled against the surprisingly soft Diamond Dog, the others beginning to dig down into the earth again. The dog carrying Rarity jumped down the tunnel and followed after the others.

It wasn’t long before the dogs all fell down into a mineshaft, Rarity still kicking and squirming in the dog’s grasp. “Ugh, stupid pony! Can’t carrying you when you move like that!” The dog bounced Rarity on his shoulder a few times, but Rarity continued to fight back. “Get a cart!” One of dogs hurried away, returning quickly with a plushly padded minecart. The dog dumped Rarity inside unceremoniously, the unicorn leaning up against the side and suckling on her pacifier as she glared up at the dogs. As she attempted to climb out, another dog waddled over, grinning widely.

“Uh uh, you’re not getting out that easy!” He placed his paws on the side of the cart and swung himself over. With a flop, he dropped down on top of Rarity, squishing her down into the soft floor of the cart. Rarity wriggled, pressing up against the dog. As much as she tried to avoid it, she was given a good look at the dog, and she couldn’t help but notice several seams running along its body. “Heave!” The dog shouted, the others pushing on the cart. Slowly, the wheels squeaked as the cart began to roll along the tracks, picking up speed as it moved through the network of tunnels.

Trapped underneath strangely padded pooch, Rarity couldn't move more than an inch or two. She tried to think of a way to get out of her predicament, but for some reason every time she started to come up with an idea she felt like giving her pacifier another suckle – and by the time she snapped out of it, the train of thought had been lost.

That was a funny idea, actually, train, because she was on the rails-

Shaking her head, the fashionista tried to concentrate. Rather than not suckle on her pacifier, she decided to do it just so she could focus better, and it did seem to help a bit.

Despite her focus, however, she was caught by surprise as the dogs abruptly reached wherever they were going. The dog on top of her swung off, and she saw she was in some kind of cave fitted out like a combination of a nursery and a giant wardrobe.

“Po-ny will dress up,” announced one of the dogs, indicating a huge collection of outfits – most of them awfully tacky or over-the-top to Rarity's eyes, including some of them which would just make it so she was dressed like a foal!

She got ready to deliver a blistering rebuke, sucked her pacifier for a moment, and blinked – not quite sure what she'd been angry about...

The dog lifted Rarity out of the cart, carrying her over to a rack of clothes. He dropped Rarity down onto her rear, letting her gaze at all the dresses put in front of her. She scrunched her muzzle again as she looked them over, finding them to be all absolutely garish. Another suckle from her pacifier calmed her down somewhat, and she began to more carefully page through the dresses. Well, she supposed this one wasn’t too bad. The bright blue color did at least accentuate her eyes nicely. Standing up, Rarity slid the dress off the hanger and began to slide it over herself. Despite the large skirt, her diaper was still as obvious as ever, and the puffiness of it all spread her legs apart even further. Rarity waddled over to a large mirror, admiring herself from every angle. As she spun about, however, her brow furrowed and she suckled a few more times on her pacifier. No, no, this dress simply wouldn’t do at all. She would have to find another. Rarity turned back, beginning to search through the dresses once again as the dog looked on.

Fluttershy flopped onto the ground, her legs wobbly from the odd teleportation method. She got back to her hooves, wondering where she had been sent. “Uh… um… hello? Is anypony th-there? Oh, I hope nopony answers…” She mumbled to herself as she wandered through the darkness. As she did, she suddenly felt herself falling before flopping once again onto the ground. Shaking her head, Fluttershy tried to see just where she was. Everything around her was… warped. And wobbly. Bloated, yet squashed at the same time. Bits of earth floated past her, along with an upside down mailbox. Fluttershy squinted as she tried to catch the name on the side. The mailbox suddenly sprouted wings and flapped away, Fluttershy squeaking with surprise as she followed its flight to a small cottage floating in the chaotic void where a draconequus was fiddling with his house keys.

Fluttershy debated with herself over whether she should speak up, and eventually raised a hoof. Then she cleared her throat, producing a faint squeak sound.

“Um... Discord?” she said, timidly.

Discord's head turned, while the rest of his body kept working on the keys. “Aha, Fluttershy!” he said, unlocking the door, then put his hand on the handle. “Do come in!”

He pulled on the handle, and the entire void inverted around the door. Fluttershy gasped as the world seemed to fold inside out, then blinked in surprise as they were suddenly inside the cottage.

“Tea?” Discord asked, offering her a plate with seven letter Ts on it.

“Um... no thanks,” Fluttershy said, then frowned. “Well... maybe one?”

“Excellent!” Discord said, as she took it, and he put the rest of them together in a bowl where they turned into the number sixty. “Now, Flutttershy, what brings you to my humble abode?”

Fluttershy nibbled on the T, then put it to the side. “Well, it's a bit of a long-”

“Well, we can talk about it later!” Discord said, interrupting her. “You're clearly ill-at-ease, because you've hardly touched your T. I just need to help you relax!”

“Oh, well, actually, Discord I was wondering if you might have my element?” Fluttershy asked quietly. Discord tapped his chin and stroked his beard for a moment as he leaned back to sit in an overly puffy arm chair.

“I’m not sure, Fluttershy! What was your element again? Tungsten? Mercury? Or was it Helium?” He asked, a lump of metal dropping down on to the table, only to melt and run off the edge a moment later. As he mentioned the last element, however, a tank of helium appeared next to Fluttershy, the hose at the end slipping into her diaper. With a soft hiss, Fluttershy’s padding began to swell, the Pegasus giving a soft ‘eep!’ as her rear was lifted up into the air. “Oh, no, no, that one was Pinkie’s! How silly of me!” He snapped his paws, the tank disappearing, but Fluttershy’s diaper still bouncing off the ceiling. He waved his paw dismissively as he sat up in his chair and reached forward to take a bit of the plate upon which Fluttershy’s T rested. “No matter, first and foremost we need to get you properly relaxed. It’s not good to be so stressed, you know. Now, what always gets me relaxed is a nice bubble bath.”

Discord’s claws snapped and Fluttershy’s padding suddenly lost the helium in it, though it still retained its expanded size. Fluttershy dropped down onto her chair, only to splash down and find herself sitting in a spa with Discord lounging in a sunchair a few feet away. His tail coiled around a bottle of bubblebath, the tuft of hair at the end popping open the top as he began to pour the mixture into the tub in which Fluttershy sat.

“Dear me, you do seem awfully wound up,” Discord tutted, twisting a small key in the back of Fluttershy's neck with his free paw. Each twist made Fluttershy's padding grow a little larger, and she whimpered as the pressure built up even as bubbles built up all around her.

Pinkie Pie landed out of her own swirl of green dragonflame, rolled head over hooves once, and giggled as she fetched up against a wall.

“Again!” she said. “Again again!”

After another chuckle, she rolled upright – not an easy task with her thick diaper – and looked around. It was certainly a familiar sight, the nursery for the Cake twins, and she raised a hoof to her chin as she pondered.

“I wonder if I need to make two foals laugh?” she asked herself. “I've got a great joke with a rubber chicken I've wanted to show off!”

The door creaked, and Pinkie looked over – ready to launch into her Foal Fun Fest – then blinked, startled, as the room abruptly seemed to grow around her to four times the size it had been a moment ago.

Then a poofy-pink-maned earth pony came bouncing into the room, giggling, and Pinkie did a double-take.

That was her! Only, without a diaper, and much bigger!

“Hiya!” the other Pinkie announced. “I'll be your foalsitter today!”

Pinkie giggled, grinning wider as the Other Pinkie bounced over to her. “Oh boy, foalsitted by myself? I always knew I was the best foalsitter around! What’re we gonna do, me?”

Other Pinkie just laughed, lifting Pinkie up in her hooves. “Boy, you sure are a babbly pony today, aren’t you? Uuuupsie-daisy!” Other Pinkie tossed Pinkie up gently, her padding crinkling as she was played with. Pinkie wiggled her rear playfully, tail swishing across her puffy diaper. “We’re going to have lots of fun! I’ve got games and toys and all sorts of stuff! You’ll see that I’m the bestest foalsitter around!” Other Pinkie tossed Pinkie up and onto her back, playfully kicking like a bronco and beginning to canter around the room.

Pinkie clung tightly to Other Pinkie, giggle-snorting again as she was raced around the room. Suddenly Other Pinkie came to a stop, sending Pinkie flying forward and landing in a cushy chair. Other Pinkie trotted up, covering her hooves. “Wheeeeeeeere’s Pinkie? Here she is!” She lowered her hooves suddenly, Pinkie unable to help but giggle at the silly sight of herself playing Peek-a-boo.

Other Pinkie did it again, and Pinkie found it just as funny the second time as the first – unable to restrain the sheer mirth it sparked in her to see what it was like to be Pinkie from the outside! Well, in a way that was different to the mirror pool, anyway, because this one other Pinkie was like a super-big Pinkie compared to her!

As Pinkie's giggles subsided, the larger Party Pony reached under the table – producing a rattle, which she waved in front of Pinkie's face.

“Doesn't this look fun?” Other Pinkie asked, making the rattle rattle, and Pinkie nodded – feeling very strongly that the rattle would be so super-fun to play with that she wanted it now!

Other Pinkie teased her with it again, then let her have it, and Pinkie started rattling up a storm – endlessly fascinated by the foalish toy as she shook it again and again and again.

Part of her wondered why this was so entertaining to her, but the rest didn't care. The rattle was fun! Super-duper-fun-a-roonie!

She faintly heard Other Pinkie saying something about Elements, but that didn't matter when there was a rattle to battle!

As the green flames subsided, Spike was left standing alone in the starry dream field they had started in. He looked around, grumbling a little to himself. He should’ve tried to tag along with Twilight, now he’s going to be stuck here waiting for everypony to come back. Flopping onto his padded rump, Spike poked at a rock trying to think of what to do. He sat up suddenly, chuckling to himself and shaking his head. He could just send himself to her now! “These dreams are really starting to make me dizzy…” he said as he pushed himself back onto his feet. Taking another deep breath, he prepared another jet of flame. As he blew out, however, rather than the usual green flames, a large cloud of black soot escaped his muzzle.

Spike coughed, stumbling back as he watched the black cloud swirl around. Spike almost thought he heard words whisper from the cloud, but he shook his head and attempted to try again. He took a deeeeeeep breath, his belly puffing out somewhat before he blew again. Once more, a cloud of black soot blew out, flowing up into the one already hovering above him. Spike coughed, looking up at the cloud. “Wha? What’s going on?” The clouds swirled a bit faster, Spike stepping back as the were condensing into a figure. A grey stallion landed in front of him, a flowing black mane fluttering in the sudden breeze.

“What the heck?” Spike asked, staring, then realized who he was looking at. “S-Sombra!?”

Sombra stamped a hoof, looking impassively down at Spike.

“Stay back!” the dragon said, trying to sound confident. “You're not going to cause trouble again!”

He inhaled, ready to shoot flame at Sombra, but as he did smoke boiled off Sombra's mane and came rushing into his mouth – making him cough and splutter, losing his chance to breathe fire and shattering his concentration.

The smoke was oily and thick, and yet somehow soft and puffy – seeming to expand once it was inside Spike's belly – and the sensation of it made Spike stagger back, landing on his padded diaper as he fell backwards onto the ground.

He coughed, wisps of smoke escaping his nostrils, and tried to collect his thoughts. It was as though puffy, thick, obscuring smoke was wafting through the corridors of his mind, making it hard to connect one idea with another, and it was several seconds before Spike noticed a continual stream of smoke making its way into his mouth.

Spike’s belly began to slowly expand, the waistband of his diaper stretching to accommodate the extra bounce in his belly. His eyes crossed as he stared at the stream of smoke, feeling it pool in his gut and push it further out. Part of him managed to shake some of the smoke clouding his mind, and he shut his mouth. He rolled over and pushed himself onto his stubby legs in an attempt to flee, but his swollen belly forced him into an awkward waddle, his diaper crinkling up a storm. Sombra simply grinned, his form fading as he swirled around Spike, leaving him lost in dark clouds. Another stream of smoke suddenly shot out, filling Spike’s nose and causing him to sputter and a few more to begin streaming into his mouth yet again, his belly ballooning steadily…

Gilda massaged and patted her belly, feeling Dash wriggle about inside. Rolling forward, Gilda stood up and began to waddle through the down, her belly crinkling as her claws and paws rubbed against it gently. “C’mon, Gilda! I said I was sorry!” Dash’s muffled pleading could only just be heard over Gilda’s crinkles. Gilda flapped her wings, jumping up into a plush nest hanging on a tree. She rubbed her gut again, circling around a little before she sat down. Dash gave a squeak of surprise as she felt something begin to wrap around her, sealing her up even tighter. Gilda squeezed her gut, grinning as she wriggled about. A moment after Dash’s squirming had stopped, Gilda rolled back to reveal a plush, puffy egg. The egg wobbled and bulged occasionally, several grunts of frustration coming from within. A small tear appeared in the shell, and before long the tear widened to reveal Dash sitting in a rather puffy gryphon suit not unlike Gilda.

“There we go~” Gilda said, smirking maliciously. “Much better, don't you think?”

Dash looked down at herself, then did a double-take, and began trying to wriggle out of the puffy suit – though there didn't seem to be any way to do so, with the suit itself too thick to let her get any purchase with her hooves and too much give in it to try and ease bits off.

“Aww, what's the matter?” Gilda asked, using her much larger crinkly forepaw to tickle Dash's tummy – knocking Dash over from the force, but making her struggle to avoid giggling. “What's wrong, little griff chick?”

“I'm not a gryphon, Gilda!” Dash protested, squirming to get away from the attention of Gilda's cushy paw. “St-stooop it!”

Another smirk. “You sound like a chick to me... all whiny and fussy... are you sure you're not just hungry?” Gilda suggested. “Maybe that's what's wrong!”

Dash blushed as Gilda talked down to her, speaking as if the pegasus pony was two years old or something. Her blush only intensified when Gilda produced a bottle of milk from out of nowhere, and she took a cautious step back. “Uh... what's that for?”

“You, of course!” Gilda told her.

Dash was about to protest, but the moment she opened her mouth, the bulb of the bottle was pushed into it. She wriggled in protest, trying to push the bottle away. Gilda’s superior size made it trivial for her to keep Dash gulping down the milk, her smirk only growing wider. Despite her struggles, Dash was forced to take several gulps of the milk, the sweet liquid filling her up. As much as she tried not to admit it to herself, the milk was… good. Very good. She found herself resisting the next few gulps slightly less, and the next few even less. And then she was eagerly guzzling up the milk. She placed her crinkly claws on the bottle, pulling it in a little closer as she gulped and gulped. A pressure began to build in her diaper, forcing Dash to cross her legs a little, squeezing her padded rump as she did. Gilda only snickered, poking and teasing the front of Dash’s padding as she struggled to hold herself back. “What’s the matter? Feeling a little wet?” She grinned.

Dash tried to shake her head and wriggle about, but the constant pokes and prods from Gilda only made her blush as soon a faint ‘hiss’ could be heard. Her rear swelled up as her diaper grew wet, Dash not paying much mind as she continued to drink from the bottle.

Applejack rocked back and forth on her padding, suckling at her pacifier as Trixie’s show continued. “Now, Trixie shall make a mare disappear!” She proclaimed, her horn alighting. Applejack was almost ready to thank Trixie. She was ready to be anywhere but on stage. Still, she was suspicious as Trixie’s horn began to glow. Odds are she’d just make herself vanish and leave Applejack up on the stage to be humiliated, or perhaps puff her backstage, or…

What Applejack hadn’t expected was for Trixie’s beam to hit her and she suddenly find herself sitting in a puffy, crinkly room. Or, at least, she thought it was a room. Applejack stood up in the puffiness, suddenly noticing her padding was no longer around her rump. And there was a giant pacifier sitting next to her. “What the hay? You didn’t make me vanish, you just shrank me, ya cheater!” Applejack’s high pitched voiced echoed out from her now empty diaper.

“Who said that?” Trixie asked, looking around theatrically. “Surely it could not be the pony who Trixie already made disappear?”

She laughed. “But of course, only a truly foalish pony would declare that a pony had to leave the stage to disappear. Why, an invisible pony has disappeared as well!”

“I'm still here, consarn it!” Applejack shouted, jumping up and down on the padding in her irritation – making it crinkle, producing a tiny little puff of powder.

“Where might that be?” Trixie asked, looking into the diaper. Applejack met her gaze, full of fire, but the moment she did her anger seemed to drain away- the faintly shimmering colours of Trixie's eyes and horn making it harder for her to concentrate on her irritation.

“I... uh...” Applejack tried, as a tiny diaper popped into existence around her waist – even larger in proportion to her current size than any of the ones she'd been wearing on this crazy adventure.

Trixie turned away, flourishing her cape. “Well, Trixie cannot see any ponies here! She will have to think about this some more.”

Applejack shook her head, trying to clear away the oddly passive thoughts, and then saw a crinkly rump descending on her. “H-hey, wait!”

With a crinkly cacophany, Trixie sat her own tastefully small diaper down inside the comically large one Applejack had just vacated.

Applejack’s protests were smothered in fluff, Trixie shaking her rump back and forth, as if to show that there was no pony left inside it. “Well, we wouldn’t want such a thick diaper to go to waste! Especially seeing how the pony doesn’t appear to be, well, appearing anytime soon!” Trixie laughed. Applejack struggled against the walls of crinkly plastic, slipping down deeper into the diaper as Trixie secured it around her waist and stood back up. She began to waddle forwards, her rump swaying with each step and jostling Applejack around inside the thick diaper. “And for Trixie’s next act!...” She continued, leaving Applejack to mutter several grumblings of anger to her padded prison as she moved to her next trick.

Rarity was slipping on a brightly colored overcoat on top of a frilly vest and thick diaper, giving an odd, mismatched look to herself. Gazing at her reflection, Rarity gave a few unsure whinings. “Are you suuuure this is the best look for me? It seems a bit… haphazard?” She asked, looking over to the Diaper Dog. The dog nodded, waddling over to the unicorn.

“Yes. Good clothes for mining. Need new gems for dogs and dresses.” The dog said simply.

“What? Mining? I certainly hope you don’t expect me to be mining in this!” Rarity said, looking down at her clothes again. The only response she received was a colorful mining helmet being plonked down on her head.

“Yes. You mine. Find gems to make dogs nice and fat. Fat dogs good cushions for pony, yes?” The dog asked, smirking. The dog’s voice echoed around in Rarity’s head, the helmet seeming to bounce the dog’s commands around a bit. She faltered, looking confused.

“Well… I, suppose I wouldn’t mind a few more cushions to relax on… it has been a rather long day, after all…”

“Good,” the Diaper Dog said, and gestured for Rarity to follow. She looked a little unsure, then did so – thinking about soft cushions and being good and sleepy.

It was a long walk to the rock face, or a long waddle at least, and more than once Rarity started to wonder why she was doing this... then she would catch sight of herself in a mirror, and stare, and then remember she was just being a good guest. It was only good manners, after all, and she'd been treated so well.

Why, they'd even given her diapers – of a truly fine quality – and without asking for thanks!

Rarity nodded to herself, content with her own reasoning, and kept waddling along behind the Dog.

When they reached the mining site, Rarity was given a comically oversized inflatable pickaxe by the Diaper Dog waiting there – one wearing a similar multi-coloured overcoat to her own, which made her at first wince at the clashing colours.

Then she took a second look, really paying attention, and realized there was a lot more to this particular outfit than she'd first realized.

The way the colours moved was hard to follow, but it made her feel more relaxed, and she almost yawned before remembering there was mining to do.

Rarity’s horn lit up as she levitated the pickaxe in her magic. Waddling over to one of the walls, she spotted a few spots that were glowing slightly more than the rest of stone. She tapped against the stone with her pickaxe, causing several squeaks to echo around the caves. Rarity tapped the pickaxe again, more squeaks quickly filling the air. Despite having just started, Rarity already found her mind wandering as she began to tap away at the wall with the squeaky axe. The colors of the outfits, along with the squeaks of the pickaxes, began to cloud Rarity’s perception of time. She wasn’t even really sure how these soft picks were supposed to dig out the gems when all they did was bounce off the stonework, and yet a moment later Rarity already found herself standing with a few gems at her hooves.

The other dogs had also managed to collect a few gems, placing them in a cart that ran behind the line. Occasionally one would sneak a gem, causing their guts to drop closer to the ground with a cartoonish bwoomp!, giving the plush creatures more padding. Rarity didn’t pay much attention, however, simply picking away as a fat dog bounced his plush rump into her padded one, and the colors and squeaks began to form a steady, soothing rhythm.

Fluttershy was now pressing against several of the bubbles as they swelled around her, attempting to keep them from obstructing her view of Discord. “Uh, um, Discord, really, I’m very thankful you want to make sure I’m relaxed, but…” A bubble drifted down into her view, giving Discord a silly bloated look through the soapy orb. Fluttershy pushed it aside, Discord returning to his normal shape. “I really don’t think…”

“Of course you don’t need to think, Fluttershy! Thinking’s for ponies when they need to do things! And right now all you need to do is relax and enjoy the spa!” Discord smiled, lifting his hind hoof up so a file could float by and begin to give him a hooficure.

“But... um... I'm here because-”

“Oh, I don't really care much about because,” Discord interrupted. “Or why, or what, or several other things that are just boring when you get right down to it. Like cause and effect.”

He popped one of the bubbles, and instead of bursting normally it instead shrank to a tiny size and vanished. As it did the air all rushed into Fluttershy's padding, making her gasp as it inflated a little more than it had already been.

“But perhaps it's time to move on to the next stage of the relaxing treatment,” Discord added, producing a large brochure from nowhere. “Let's see... massage... hot stones therapy... sauna... hm, none of these sound very relaxing. Who wants to get hot stones thrown at them?”

The draconequus waved his tail, knocking the bathtub away and leaving Fluttershy standing on a dry floor with suds dripping off her – and bubbles larger than her head nearly covering her upper half, like an aggressively puffy collar.

“The most important thing in any relaxation treatment is to be excited,” Discord added sagely. “So, therefore, as a beast of chaos, my job is to do the opposite of that. In fact, let's get you in a relaxing posture, in a safe place, with a controlled environment and no sources of stress at all.”

Fluttershy tried to look at what Discord was doing, but every time she saw something some of the bubbles got in her way. It looked like he'd made some kind of crib rise out of the floor, but she wasn't sure and didn't want to bother him.

Fluttershy tried to push the bubbles out of the way, but every time she moved, they only squeezed in on her tighter. The crib appeared to grow a bit bigger as Discord glanced back to Fluttershy a few times, holding up what looked to be a tape measure, but the warping of the bubbles made it difficult to tell. Several bubbles floated up, giving the illusion of multiple Discords all fluffing up pillows and dropping them into cribs before they all coalesced into one, leaving still five Discords lining the crib with several overstuffed pillows. Once the Discords were satisfied with the amount of padding in the crib, all but one burst, leaving the first Discord to wander over to Fluttershy. Wrapping his arms around her, he squeeeeezed the bubbles, forcing them to join into one, leaving Fluttershy’s legs spread out, her puffy diaper only just small enough to avoid poking through the large bubble as she was bounced down into the crib.

The bars squeezed in on the bubble as her head fell onto one of the pillows, Discord looking down at his list again. “Now let’s see… immobile… comfy… cushy…”

“Discord, please, I-“ Fluttershy was cut off as a pacifier shoved itself into her mouth, the ring on the end coated in a soapy material. Fluttershy let out a whine, a bubble swelling on the end of the pacifier before breaking off and floating up into the air above her. She couldn’t help but follow its path with her gaze, the shimmering of the lights off the surface rather… pleasant.

“Here we are!” Starlight announced, opening the door. “This is the special surprise we have for new foals!”

Twilight blushed as she waddled up behind, the bulk of her diaper making it hard to move at any kind of speed.

Like a – no! She had to not think that way! She wasn't a foal...

Then she got a look into the room, and the sight made her stare.

It was a tiny movie theatre, small enough that only a few ponies could really use it, and there was only one seat – a high chair, placed in the middle of the floor.

“Starlight?” she tried. “What is the special surprise?”

“I'd have thought it was obvious!” Starlight replied, sounding very smug. “Any pony should be able to recognize a movie theatre... but maybe that just goes to show you're just a foal?”

Twilight gasped as the magic of the diaper took effect again, making her head swim as she tried to maintain concentration. “B-but... no, that's not...”

“Sssh,” Starlight advised her, magically lifting her up and putting her in the high-chair. “You're going to have a lovely movie night, just for you~...”

The straps of the chair were done up in seconds, and then the projector screen started up – showing the titles to a film about Our Town and what it was like to live there.

Twilight tried to get out of the chair, finding it impossible to get the straps to give way, and Starlight tutted.

“Good foals just watch their movie, Twilight,” she said, and the equals mark on the diaper pulsed again.

Twilight’s mind grew cloudy once again, and she was wondering what it was she was trying to do. The whirring of the projector drew her attention and she looked forward to watch the film. It showed several ponies waddling around town happily, their diapers swaying left and right with each step. Twilight wasn’t paying much attention to the plot, not that there really appeared to be a plot. Still, Twilight found the movie to be at least a little interesting. At one point one pony seemed to be grumbling about their diapers, but the equal sign on their padding pulsed. With a puff, their diaper grew just the tiniest bit thicker, and the pony seemed much happier. Twilight supposed she could understand that. The bigger the diaper, the comfier it would-

Twilight shook her head, trying to clear it. No, her diapers were anything but comfortable! And she certainly didn’t want them to be any thicker! She began to struggle again, trying to light her horn to cast a spell. “Twilight, if you don’t calm down, you’re going to miss the best part!” Starlight said, somewhat sternly. Twilights struggles died down. Despite her annoyance, she didn’t want to miss any part of the movie, she wouldn’t know what was going on at all if she did! Turning her gaze back to the screen, she saw another pony enter the screen. A purple alicorn, that looked suspiciously familiar…

Twilight watched as the purple alicorn arrived in town – diaperless – and wandered around for a bit, clearly unsure of what she should be doing and not very confident. The impression she found herself unable to avoid, as she watched, was that the purple alicorn needed diapers – even if she didn't know it.

She frowned, knowing that was wrong, but the film soon drew her back in and made her lose focus slightly. Unable to really work up the willpower to properly object, Twilight just watched and stared.

Then the alicorn visited a friend's house, and she was introduced to how wonderful diapers were! Within a few minutes, she was padded up, and-

-Twilight tried to shake her head again, but found herself just staring at the screen – watching as the purple alicorn waved her padded rump at the screen, the motion hypnotic and oddly soothing.

Then the alicorn went out into town, and the difference was remarkable. Now she had a spring in her step and a shake in her butt, and every pony she met had a smile for her.

For a moment, Twilight found herself identifying really strongly with the alicorn in the film. She was just like that alicorn!

And then she snapped back out of it, astonished that she'd dropped into the mindset. But even as she squirmed, the idea started to steal over her again – something telling her that she was the pony in the film, and that she should feel like her, and that she did love her diapers, love fitting in with the town...

Twilight’s diaper pulsed a few more times, giving her a warm, fuzzy feeling as she watched the movie continue. The scenes started to blend together, simply showing the alicorn trotting and bouncing around town to show off her thick pampers as everypony else praised her for how cute she looked in them. Starlight sat back on her own puffy padding, grinning as she watched Twilight’s struggles slowly fade further and further. Her own horn lit up as she hovered a small bucket of popcorn, placing it on the high chair. Lifting a few pieces out, she poked at Twilight’s mouth with them, who absentmindedly began to chomp down on the food as she watched the movie. Starlight soon had a steady rhythm of feeding Twilight, who’s mind was still focused on the shifting colors and silly scenarios of the film playing in front of her. Starlight’s grin spread as she watched her newest member of the town bounce excitedly in her padding as she gulped down the popcorn, completely lost in her growing love of her diapers…

Spike rolled backwards onto his padded rear, diaper crinkling softly as more and more smoke filled him. He let out a soft moan of contentment as his belly pushed out even bigger, his diaper straining to remain fastened around his growing gut. Sombra’s chuckles echoed around Spike as he placed his claws on his belly, squeezing down on it to feel the smoke swirling and swelling up inside him. His own mind was becoming even more clouded. There was something he was supposed to be doing, right? What was that? Becoming a blimp? No, that…

More smoke flew into him, causing him to let out another sigh and bounce on his rear a bit. The smoky fog around him made concentrating even harder, Spike trying to wrack his brains. He was looking for… something… string? To keep him tied up? Well, he was a balloon, that would make some sense…

Every thought Spike had seemed to be reluctant, coming up from the depths of his smoke-addled mind and becoming saturated in the dark, swirling gas before it actually caught his attention. He shook his head, which only made the smoke swirl more, then tried squeezing his belly to make the ideas come up faster.

That seemed to help a little, and he remembered what he was trying to find – then spotted it, a piece of rope just right for the job!

He picked it up clumsily, his claws not obeying his instructions, then tried to curl enough to reach his tail – though there was so much smoke, swelling him up and making him feel swirly, that he had a problem just being able to reach his tail at all.

Then the rope glowed, a dark, smoky glow that matched his dark, smoky head, and tied a knot around the end of his tail about three ridges from the end.

Spike sighed in relief, glad to have that sorted out, and as he sighed smoke poured from his mouth before coming right back in again. That last little dose of smoke made him feel more and more air-headed, until he began to float into the air – his diaper swelling up as well, now, as the smoke flooded into it and made it match his ballooning size.

The rope tugged on Spike as he rose, keeping him close enough to the ground to see it, and he spotted a unicorn towing him along with the occasional tug.

That seemed... right...

Spike bobbed about in the air as the unicorn pulled him along, the occasional wisp of smoke still flowing into him to keep him properly swollen and puffy. He occasionally kicked his legs, causing his diaper to crinkle and the baby dragon to giggle to himself as the smoke swirled around, filling his airy head with all sorts of silly, floaty thoughts. Not that he could do much about them, as he was still being tugged along by the unicorn, but he didn’t really mind that. He buried his face into his puffy belly, gazing up at it. It really was rather big. He bet Celestia could fit inside of it, easily! Celestia, maybe Luna… Spike screwed up his face in confusion - Luna seemed important to him for some reason, but- His thoughts were cut off by another stream of swirling smoke, bloating him up further and making the dragon go giggly again.

The unicorn trotted through the field, Spike occasionally twirling in the breeze as he gulped down a few more streams of smoke. After some time (Spike really couldn’t tell how much), he found himself being tugged back down to earth, the stallion twisting Spike around to fly headlong into a large door way. Despite the size of the door, Spike’s gut still managed to get him lodged tightly in the frame, though this only seemed to please the unicorn. He bounced up against Spike’s padded rear, pushing and shoving to attempt to squeeze him through. Spike wiggled his stubby legs, his tail flicking a bit across his diaper as Sombra sank into the puffy rear blocking the entry. Spike blushed as his mind swirled from all the bouncing he was receiving, causing several more giggles to escape his lips as he squeezed down on his belly.

Then, with a pop!, Spike slipped through the door, Sombra tugging back on the rope to keep him from floating up to the ceiling of a vast castle. Sombra trotted up to a throne on the opposite end of the room, tying the free end of the rope around one of the crystals to anchor Spike.

Pleased with his new balloon, Sombra sat in his throne, leaning back to stare up at the puffy orb above him. He grinned, letting a few more clouds of smoke rise up and bloat his new balloon even bigger.

The crinkly-complexioned Nightmare Moon laughed, gazing down from her soft, cushy moon at the fates of the Element bearers and their dragon friend.

“Isn't it wonderful?” she asked, wiggling her tush, then patted herself on the head – transmitting the sensations to her alicorn prisoner. “All those ponies who've helped you out... helped defeat me... now trapped helplessly in a dream of my creation.”

She chuckled. “Or a dream of your creation, dear Luna... after all, so much of this comes from your wonderful ideas...”

Luna grumbled inside her padded prison, trying to break free again but unable to do more than squirm about slightly.

Nightmare Moon sat down on her rump, looking down at the dreamscape, until Luna spoke up.

“Are you just going to leave them there?”

“Why not?” Nightmare asked. “You don't think I was going to let them go, did you?”

“So, you're not going to gloat?”

That question did give Nightmare pause. She did so love gloating, after all.

And, now she came to think of it, Celestia's special prison did have all those extra slots... perhaps she should complete the set...

Nightmare grinned as she leaned back into the plush crescent moon, feeling it rock her slightly as she did. “You have quite the fun ideas, little Lulu~” She said, her horn glowing as the dreams all began to shift around her. Hanging from her plush moon was a giant mobile, Celestia’s sun at the center, with each of the pony’s cutiemarks and a gem for spike surrounding it. The bubbles of the pony’s dreams floated up to Nightmare, allowing her to get a good look at each of her captives. With another flash, the ponies were freed from the dreams, though their eyes still shimmered as they floated in place and were subject to their personal traps. “Well, it sure looks as if I’ve won this time, hasn’t it?” Nightmare boasted, her grin growing even wider as she wriggled her plumply padded rump left and right. Although each pony was quite dizzy and light-headed, they were able to make out Nightmare’s words, and the mirth behind them.

“I hope you all enjoy your new cushy dreams. I had quite a lot of help from your dear, dear princess Lulu, and I think you’ll come to love her ideas just as much as I have. Now, why don’t we get you tucked safe and snug in your new plush prisons?” She laughed, each of the pony’s cutiemarks unzipping as the appropriate pony floated into them. Slipping into their soft interiors, the plush hugging them all around, each pony was grinning, lost in their love for fluff and puff as Nightmare began to seal them up inside the mobile…

Twilight giggled as the film changed to a new scene, showing the purple alicorn she thought of as herself lying on the floor with a bottle to suckle.

She snuggled into the plush around her, sighing as it relaxed her... then frowned, just slightly.

Something didn't seem right.

She was in a high chair, and she was watching a film. And she was lying on the floor, drinking a bottle.

But she felt something that didn't fit with either of those possibilities. Something soft and warm, yes, comfortable, making her yawn with how sleepy it made her feel just touching it... but something which didn't seem right.

She shifted, her mind starting to get back in gear as she now had a puzzle to work with, and more of the soft, soporific sensations didn't fit with the world around her.

“Oho?” Nightmare asked, as the zipper for Twilight's star-mark cushy prison stopped halfway up – blocked by the restless shifting of the entranced alicorn. “It looks like the newest and youngest Princess of Equestria is a bit fussy!”

Twilight continued to wriggle around, trying to figure out the puzzle of why everything felt so warm and plush. Was she lying in a crib and just hadn’t noticed? Twilight turned her head to each side, expecting to see bars rising up beside her, but rather than that, she simply received a face full of overstuffed lavender plush. Shaking her head, Twilight attempted to sit up, but Nightmare pushed her back into the fluff gently. The crinkle of Nightmare’s hoof brushing against Twilights nose did nothing to calm her, however. Why on earth would she have a diaper on her face? This made no sense at all! The shimmering in her eyes started to slowly fade as she tried to sit back up again, blinking rapidly to clear the odd swirling colors she had just noticed were filling her vision. When she could see clearly, she was met by a rather surprised looking Nightmare Moon crinkle-suit, and the sight of her friends sliding into a giant mobile all around her. Suddenly several muffled cries of help came from inside Nightmare, who grimaced and poked at her belly. “Lulu! Shush, or I’ll give myself a few more plush pounds to smother you!”

“Lulu? Luna…?” Twilight’s mind began to slowly clear, and Nightmare looked back at her, gulping. “Luna! Girls! Snap out of it! It’s Nightmare Moon!” She shouted, attempting to leap free of her cutiemark.

Nightmare's horn pulsed, and Twilight's diaper suddenly swelled up – the effect taking place just as Twilight was about to wiggle free, meaning her diaper became too large to actually fit through the gap.

“Hush, now,” Nightmare said, her eyes glittering. “You're just fussy, that's all, and it's time for good foals to go to bed and stop bothering their caretakers.”

Twilight almost nodded, lulled by the effect, then shook her head and threw off the attempt at hypnosis. Her own horn lit up, and she cast her Failsafe spell on maximum power – sending out a wave of magic, which made Nightmare take a step back before sneering.

“Was that supposed to impress me?” she asked. “Your little tantrum didn't help one bit.”

“What the hay!?” Rainbow Dash demanded, making Nightmare's sneer vanish. “Wasn't I stuck in a griffin suit a moment ago?”

“Ah couldn't say,” Applejack countered. “Were y'all?”

“...no comment,” Dash muttered.

“Oh dear, I hope Discord isn’t mad I left the spa early…” Fluttershy said, poking her head out of her own plush cutie-mark. Spike’s gem was shifting and wobbling around as he attempted to swim through the fluff to find the entrance now that he didn’t fill the gem completely with his balloony body. Nightmare’s horn flashed as she attempted to cast another spell, but Luna jerked her head to one side, managing to throw off her aim enough to send the spell into Rarity’s direction. Her cutiemark mobile ballooned up, squeezing in on her as she tried to make it to the zipper as well.

“Give up, Twilight! Even if you free yourselves again, you can’t do a thing without your precious elements!” Nightmare boasted, trying to maintain her composure.

“Oh, you mean these?” Pinkie asked, poking at the mobile. Nightmare looked over to her, confused. “Well, I mean, they look a lot like our elements, and I think Other Pinkie mentioned something like ‘silly ol’ black sooty made the elements the dream so we couldn’t find them! And if the dreams are the mobile…” Pinkie snickered, leaning back into the fluff and shaking her padding playfully. “Boy, that sure backfired on you, didn’t it, Sooty?”

“What-” Nightmare began, shocked, then shook her head. “It doesn't matter! The Elements don't exist any more, not really!”

“That's where you're wrong,” Twilight replied. “Don't you remember the first time we met? You smashed the elements to fragments, right in front of me, but that didn't mean they just vanished – they were there all along.”

She wiggled a bit, trying to do a dramatic gesture, then gave up with a blush. “Um, anyway... Rarity was still generous as a foal fashion designer, Dash was still loyal as a Shadowbutt-”

Dash groaned, blushing even more than she had been already.

“-Fluttershy was still kind, Applejack was still honest and Pinkie was more full of fun than ever! Even in the crazy scenarios you put together in our dreams, you couldn't take away what made us the bearers of the Elements of Harmony – that we're friends, and that we work together whatever happens.”

Twilight's plushy prison began to glow, and so did the others – except for Spike's, though he did finally manage to emerge from the faux-gem prison.

“It's over, Nightmare Moon,” Twilight concluded. “Your trap is gone, and you won't trap us in our dreams any more.”

Nightmare started to chuckle, then laugh.

“...huh?” Pinkie said, confused.

“I can't say that sounds good,” Rarity agreed.

Nightmare continued to laugh for several seconds, each pony looking awkwardly between each other before the crinkly alicorn managed to stop her mad cackling. “Really, Twilight, you must come up with a better winning speech the next time around. I swear it’s the exact same one every time!” Nightmare chuckled. Twilight looked even more confused, but Nightmare simply continued. “Really, Twilight, just because you defeat me tonight doesn’t mean I can’t do this again tomorrow! And why would you think this is the first time I’ve done this?” Twilight let out a gasp, everypony looking just as shocked as their elements grew brighter.

“Oh, you’ve been on so many wonderful adventures! You were superheroes, and knights, and secret agents, my favorite might just be the puffer virus. Well, favorite so far. Goodness, there’s so many wonderfully plump, plush ideas left to do still! And we’ll have every night to try something new!” Their elements grew brighter, Nightmare rolling back onto her puffy rear and giggling again. “Well, have a good day, everypony! I’m sure you’ll just love what I have in mind for tonight!” She laughed, and suddenly a rainbow shot out of their plush elements, colliding with Nightmare. Still laughing, Nightmare ballooned up, wriggling her stubby hooves as she swelled, the dream seeming to swirl and whirl around them, everything becoming a blur of colors before…

Twilight awoke, her eyes fluttering as the morning sun began to shine through her window.

“Wow...” she said, blinking. “What an odd dream...”

“What's that?” Spike asked, yawning. “Did you say something, Twilight?”

“I said I had an odd dream,” Twilight repeated, stumbling out of bed with a faint squish. “It was...”

She tried to remember the details, but they vanished even as she reached for them. There were some faint memories of soft things, but apart from that it was just a blur.

“...I don't know,” she admitted.

“Well, so long as you enjoyed it,” Spike said. “You did enjoy it, right?”

Twilight nodded.

“And don't forget to take your night diapers off,” Spike added, heading into the bathroom to get rid of his own.

Twilight nodded again, blushing slightly as she remembered ordering them. Her friends had all started needing to wear them a while ago, but she hadn't found any kind of magical or mundane illness which might have been involved.

At least whatever it was only happened at night.

As she left her bedroom, heading to the bathroom once Spike was out, a little plush doll sat ignored in the corner of her bed.

It was a very well-made one, with fine stitching, and depicted a black-coated pony with wings and a horn – as well as a light blue mane, one spangled with glitter like a field of stars.