A Messy Surprise

by Script Write

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn
Length: 5067

There's nothing like coming home from a hard day's work and taking a load off. But when Mimic finds that his coltfriend has already begun 'unloading' before he got home, he decides it's high time he took control. [CONTAINS MESSY DIAPERS]

[WARNING: This story contains diapers, watersports, scat, hypnosis/mind control and sissification.]

Mimic and Scribble both like diapers, a lot. But with Mimic's work hours increasing and Scribble's art business picking up, they've hardly had the time to play properly.

But when Scribble spots a chance to truly enjoy each other's company, he's more than happy to completely and utterly submit to whatever his master's hypnotic words tell him to do, even if that involves filling his seat with mess.

A commission for Mimic, thanks a tonne!

Edited by Shutter Speed and KayleFox.

Cover art by Laydee Kaze

Published 2018-01-09 12:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-09 12:00:07 UTC

Mimic and Scribble Make a Mess (In More Ways Than One)

The door clicked shut. “I'm home!” Mimic called, removing his saddlebags and dumping them on the dining room table. The blue unicorn shrugged his coat off, hanging it on the door for the next day.

Mimic and Scribble had been together for a few years, but only when they moved in together did they discover their mutual love of being put in diapers.

Scribble, a full-time artist, wore his diapers twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week. Mimic, as a bandleader, could only wear when he was in the safety of his own home for fear of not being taken seriously.

Hence, Mimic often ended up in the position of 'daddy' when he came home from work, teasing his coltfriend about how messy he inadvertently made himself over the course of the day. Sometimes, Scribble would make sure he changed himself just prior to Mimic's return in order to mitigate the teasing.

On this particular day, however, Scribble decided it was high time he tried something a little different for once.

Mimic headed to their bedroom and changing room, but stopped when he didn't receive any response to his call.

“Hello?” he said, maybe Scribble just didn't notice him the first time.

He listened for a moment, only to hear the most peculiar sound in response. A series of muffled grunts came from his bedroom, just barely audible through the shut door.

Panic set in, prompting him to dash for the door and burst through it, his horn glowing and ready to fight whatever threat had entered his home.

What greeted him, however, was not a threat in the slightest.

The scent of mess and piss wafted through the air, hitting Mimic's muzzle in a powerful wave as soon as he opened the door and looked at the display before him. On the bed was his coltfriend, his eyes covered, wings bound and forelegs tied with silky red ribbons, his mouth gagged with a jet black ball gag and a thick, messy diaper forcing his back legs apart. Pee stained the white fur of his hind legs and created a dark wet spot on the bed below. The diaper used to be the usual pink diaper with pink stars and blue polka dots covering it that the pegasus normally wore, but the copious amounts of mess and piss had since stained the color away.

Mimic's cock slid from its sheath almost instantly, throbbing beneath him as he realized what he had walked into. He sauntered over to the whimpering stallion and admired his rear for a few moments. His hooves slowly slid up the inside of his hind legs before starting to massage his sagging, browned diaper.

“What do we have here?” he teased, leaning in and taking a deep and audible lungful of his messy musk. “Looks like a messy little whore wanting to be used!” he cooed, biting his lip as he heard the sound of his mush squishing under the nappy.

His hoof slid down between his legs, pressing against Scribble’s stiff cock, which throbbed and pushed against the front of his ruined padding. Mimic massaged the significant bulge, smirking as he heard his coltfriend squeak and moan with pleasure.

“Aww, looks like the little slut likes having her worthless girl-cock touched,” he said. Scribble started to desperately hump at the source of the pleasure. Mimic promptly removed his hoof, causing the quivering stallion to whine in complaint. “You don’t get to cum ‘til I have, whore.” he spat.

Scribble continued to hump at the air, unable to control his body’s immense craving for release. Mimic’s horn sparked to life with green magic as he tutted disapprovingly. “Well, if the slut’s going to be naughty and refuse to do as she’s told, I suppose I’ll just have to make her.” he cooed.

A cloud of magic started to settle around Scribble’s head, making him tense up as it slipped into his ears, nose, and mouth. Mimic smiled knowingly as he watched his coltfriend squirm and gasp as his magic worked on his mind, dulling his thoughts and making him more and more suggestible.

The unicorn’s hoof snaked back between his legs, pushing firmly against his throbbing bulge to distract him from the magic taking over his will. He jerked desperately at his hoof, unable to resist the feeling of relief its firmness provided.

His humping slowed as he started to feel his muscles stop moving in the way he told them to. He shook his head and tried to focus on resisting Mimic’s powerful spell, albeit without much success.

Mimic chuckled, the sound of his master’s voice instantly drawing his attention. “Good boy, just give in. Let your thoughts just float away,” he droned in a smooth, calming voice refined over multiple sessions between the two.

He watched as the pegasus swayed a little, relaxing his body and starting to slump forward into the pillow at the end of the bed.

Mimic slowly`made his way up towards where his coltfriend’s head pressed into the pillow, occasionally stopping to run his hoof up his spine and over his wing, which quivered against the tightly tied ribbons. He admired Scribble’s skill in tying himself so well, though he figured one of their more kinky friends may have helped him out.

Arriving at where Scribble lay panting on the pillow, he undid the ribbon around his eyes, looking deep into his unfocused gaze. The color of his magic swirled in the whites of his eyes, betraying just how deep his trance was becoming.

As in control as he was, there was still some room for resistance.

Resistance that Mimic was more than happy to squash out.

He undid the ball gag, letting it drop unceremoniously to the bed sheets below and letting Scribble’s moans and whimpers resound through the room unobstructed.

“Now slut, who do you belong to?” Mimic asked, leaning in close.

“Y-You… Master…” Scribble responded, fighting to form words in his dulled consciousness.

“Prove it, make an even bigger mess in that diaper of yours, show me just how dedicated you are to making your master proud, whore,” he ordered, smirking and waiting for the stallion to begin.

Scribble blushed as the remnants of his rational, free-thinking mind resisted the magic working on his mind. Mimic noticed his hesitation, increasing the intensity of the spell to further break down the walls around his mind. He made sure to leave at least some of him intact, he did still want a coltfriend rather than an emotionless vegetable once they were done.

The sudden barrage of magic was more than enough to bend the stallion to Mimic’s will, his eyes screwed shut for a moment before a loud blort filled the air as he pushed a stream of mess into his already soiled padding.

Mimic bit his lip at the sight of his coltfriend grunting as he forced himself to mess, trying to stop himself from becoming too excited before the real fun starts.

Regaining his composure, he continued to drag him deeper and deeper into his trance. “That’s it… Let all those pesky thoughts flow out of you with your mess,” he cooed. “Doesn’t it feel so good to obey?” he asked, prompting a short nod and a whimper of agreement.

Scribble opened his eyes, panting as he let the stream of shit slow to a stop. His diaper sagged dangerously low, mess threatening to leak to the bed below.

Mimic hopped up on the bed, picking up his new plaything and pushing him back. He lowered his head, flicking his tail over his back, sending a wave of his thick scent towards Scribble’s muzzle, making him whimper with lust. The blue unicorn’s cock swung hypnotically beneath his body, drawing Scribble’s attention as he swayed his plot from side to side.

“Put that muzzle to work, toy,” he ordered, shoving the still-bound stallion’s face towards his tight pucker.

Scribble obeyed almost instantly, his tongue darting from his mouth and pushing firmly against Mimic’s tight entrance. His master moaned out as he felt his warm tongue force its way into his tailhole, filling Scribble’s chest with butterflies at the thought of serving his purpose and making Mimic happy.

The unicorn grunted as he began to grind himself on his hypno-slave’s muzzle, gasping each time his skilled tongue grazed and pushed against his sensitive prostate, sending a new wave of pleasure up his spine.

His ears detected the soft sound of Scribble’s diaper crinkling and squishing while the bed seemed to bounce rhythmically.

His slave was pleasuring himself again!

“D-Do I need to remind you of how hard you’ll be punished for disobedience, s-slut?” he spat between his guttural groans.

A whimper from behind him told Mimic that his threat had been received loud and clear, the crinkling stopped, replaced by the slurps and suckles of a stallion completely dedicating himself to doing whatever his master told him. His licks increased in depth and frequency, his slimy appendage penetrating deep into Mimic’s tight plot.

“K-Keep going, whore!~” he demanded, jerking back and sighing contentedly as Scribble adapted to being forced even deeper into his owner’s musky hole.

A pressure built between his legs, growing with each skilled, ravenous lick his coltfriend gave his sensitive tailhole. He relished the pleasure flooding his body, making his cock throb as the pressure slowly worked its way up his length.

He gave no more orders, letting his experienced submissive plaything work his tongue deep into him again and again. The air was filled with a chorus suckles and slurps of a stallion living to please his master accompanied by the groans of said master lost in a sea of lust.

Mimic grew closer to his climax every second, the pressure in his crotch threatening to burst through his member with each powerful stroke of Scribble’s tongue against his prostate.

With an immense show of willpower, he managed to fight off his orgasm, remembering that he still had plenty more plans for his hypnotized slave before he was spent.

He pushed Scribble out of his rear with a rough shove of his hind leg, giving him a clear but silent order to stop.

Scribble whimpered but did as he was told. He licked his lips idly while he waited silently for his next command.

Mimic took a few moments to regain his dominant persona, turning around and sitting on his drool covered rear to place his bobbing girth on full display directly in front of his cock-hungry slave.

Scribble instinctively lurched for his master’s stallionhood, only to be met with a firm hoof on the shoulder, forcing him back into his neutral submissive position.

“Don’t get too greedy, whore,” Mimic spat. “Start with the balls, and just the tongue,” he ordered, prompting the whimpering slut of a stallion before him to slowly inch forward and starting to lap at his master’s musky balls.

Mimic sighed happily, his cock twitching as beads of clear precum dribbled down his length and settled on his coltfriend’s hungry tongue. Scribble lapped the fluid up as quickly as it was given to him, savoring each drop of his delicious nectar. His craving for Mimic’s cum grew with each slight taste of his musk.

“Alright, now you can suck. But remember, just the balls!” Mimic ordered, groaning as Scribble took his thick ballsack into his waiting maw and began to suckle and flick it with his tongue. Precum started to coat the slave’s muzzle, each drop reminding him of his place pleasuring his master’s glorious shaft.

“Good slut,” Mimic cooed, making Scribble’s cock throb with lust at the praise. He lived to hear those two magic words that set his body on fire like nothing else, and nopony but his master could say them with such conviction that made the little whore feel so proud of himself.

“Now, start working my tip, let's see if that slutty tongue of yours is worth anything!” he ordered. Scribble quickly obeyed, running his tongue up the length of his master’s stallionhood before wrapping his soft lips tightly around his flare, his wet tongue swirling around it while exploring each slight ridge and notch around the circumference of his shaft.

A gasp escaped Mimic’s throat, Scribble’s experience and skill showing through as his hot breath tickled his crotch, sending spikes of raw pleasure through his body. He placed his hooves on the back of the stallion’s head, firmly pressing down in a silent order to take more of his cock into his warm maw.

His cock started to press against the back of Scribble’s throat, making it harder for him to breathe, the deeper the unicorn forced his throbbing shaft. He gagged as the flare poked at the entrance to his throat, strands of pre dripping down into his waiting belly.

Mimic pulled out of his lover’s throat just enough to let him breathe normally. “Take a deep breath~,” he teased, giving little warning before shoving his hips forward and driving his shaft deep into Scribble’s tight throat, groaning as he felt his tight tunnel close around his twitching length.

The stallion whimpered and gagged around the girth buried in his muzzle. His throat instinctively tightened around Mimic as it tried to force the intruder out of his windpipe.

With a rough grunt, he tore himself free of the depths of Scribble’s maw, letting him gasp for breath for just a few moments before he rammed himself back in. Scribble screwed his eyes shut, tears running down his cheeks while the lack of air burned his lungs.

Mimic dragged himself back out and began to fuck Scribble’s throat with little regard for the whimpers he made each time his cock made his throat bulge slightly.

“Stop your crying, whore,” he growled, grabbing his mane and forcing his muzzle onto his cock again and again.

The pressure from when Scribble was pleasuring his asshole started to return, the feeling of facefucking his toy quickly starting to overwhelm him. His thrusts grew more and more erratic as he lost himself in the sea of lust his toy’s skilled tongue submerged him into.

Each flick of the pegasus’ tongue brought him closer to his climax, making his hind legs twitch as orgasmic ecstasy flooded his body, threatening to make him lose control each time the wet appendage slid over his rock-hard length.

“G-Gah! R-Ready for your reward, slave?” he asked, knowing it wouldn’t be long before his dam burst and he filled Scribble’s mouth with cum, prompting a slight moan of affirmation.

He drove his cock deep into his plaything’s maw one last time, feeling his balls press against his chin firmly as his cock spasmed. Hot and sticky cum poured from his tip, sliding down into Scribble’s stomach in wet spurts. He threw his head back and let out a long, powerful groan of pure ecstasy, still humping at Scribble’s face in a desperate attempt to milk whatever pleasure he could from his slave.

Scribble gagged and choked on the shaft, instinctively struggling against the feeling of something too large for him forcing its way into his throat. He felt dark spots tug at the edge of his vision as he tried to gasp for breath and fill his empty lungs with air.

After a few long cumshots were deposited into his belly, Mimic roughly shoved his muzzle off his cock, letting him gasp for breath as he splattered his face with the rest of his thick load. He watched as cum dribbled down his cheeks and dripped from his chin and stained the sheets below.

After taking a few moments to regain his breath, Mimic spoke. “Wh-What do we say, slut?” he huffed, lifting the exhausted stallion’s chin to look him in the eyes.

“Th-Thank you f-for blessing th-this slave with your seed, Master…” Scribble panted, his head still spinning as he recovered from the lack of air.

The two rested for a few minutes, Mimic idly stroking his cock as it softened slightly while Scribble flopped forward to regain his strength.

“Hmm, I need to piss,” Mimic stated bluntly. Scribble snapped back to attention, opening his mouth.

Mimic tutted, “You think you deserve the reward of tasting my piss, whore?” he asked, making his slave close his mouth and whimper in shame. “Well, do you? Speak up, little mush-butt,” he prompted.

“N-No… Master…” he managed to moan through his hypnotic haze of lust and submission.

“That’s right, your diaper is for piss, not your mouth.”

His horn flashed, picking the stallion up and spinning him around, forcing his face into the wet piss stain he’d left at the end of the bed. He felt a rush of adrenaline through his body, leaning to take a deep breath of his pungent musk. “Such a messy little sissy!” he cooed, enjoying every single one of his coltfriend’s whimpers of complaint at being degraded in such a way while his own urine stained his white muzzle yellow.

Mimic pushed his hooves into the elastic tail cuff around Scribble’s dock, stretching and widening it so it was just wide enough for the tip of his cock to press against. He reared up and placed his hooves on either side of the bound pegasus, finding the hole he made and forcing his semi-hard shaft to it.

He breathed an exaggerated sigh into his slave’s ear as he released his bladder, the feeling of warm pee rushing into the back of his padding accompanied by the soft ‘psh’ of liquid hitting the plastic of his nappy.

The already sodden padding rejected the fresh load of hot urine, instead simply letting it dribble down Scribble’s already piss covered legs, renewing the stream of hot yellow fluid that already dripped from his hind legs like water on a window.

Mimic groaned, having saved up his fluids throughout the day to finally empty his bladder and bowels into his own padding once he arrived home from work meaning he had plenty of his ‘gift’ to give his slave’s drowning diaper.

He grunted as he tore his cock away and rested it on his pisswhore’s back, letting the last few squirts of piss arch over him and splatter on his mane, neck, and wings. He glanced down and inspected his cock, seeing that it had been splattered with mush forced out of the hole he’d made by his powerful stream and landed on his member.

“You made a mess of my cock, bitch,” Mimic spat, “How do you expect me to deal with that?” he asked.

“P-Please u-use me to c-clean you, Master…” Scribble said almost instantly, not hesitating to sacrifice his dignity to make his Master as comfortable and happy as possible.

“Good sissy,” he said, wiping his rod across one of Scribble’s wings, staining his feathers with spots of shit. He glanced his toy’s undercarriage, seeing his cock throbbing wildly from the prospect of being completely used.

“Wow, sissy really gets off on being a urinal and a shit rag?” he asked, prompting a series of happy babbles from the stallion he was wiping himself on.

“Hmm, I think you’ve been a good enough sissy to earn yourself a good rutting!” he said, feeling his energy return and his tool returning to its earlier stiffness as he finished wiping it clean and stepped away from Scribble.

A craft knife sat on the bedside table atop a silver platter, obviously placed there by his coltfriend for one reason and one reason only.

He took it in his magical aura and gently brought it to his rear, poking the handle at his mushy backside to find where he moaned the loudest, telling him where his pucker was under all the plastic and shit contained within his diaper.

With surgical precision, he slowly cut into the diaper, stopping when he saw a few specks of mess dribble out of the hole as not to get too close to Scribble and risk hurting him. He did still want a coltfriend after their play session, and he knew the hypnotic spell would break as soon as it became too much for his subdued consciousness to handle.

Widening the hole with his hooves, he smirked as he spotted Scribble’s tight tailhole, surrounded by and covered with his sticky, warm mess. He wiped quickly wiped his hooves clean on the closest bare patch of white fur he could find.

“Do you think your own dirty diaper will have enough shit for me to use as lube, whore?” Mimic teased, mounting him once again and pressing his cock into the warmth of his ruined diaper.

“N-No, M-Master…” he muttered between moans. Mimic ground his cock against his rear, coating it with a fresh layer of mush before returning to humping gently against his coltfriend’s hole.

“Then I suppose it’s a good thing that your opinion doesn’t matter, isn’t it!” the unicorn growled, rearing back before slamming his throbbing shaft into Scribble’s tight ass. A wet squelch filled the air as his shit-coated cock penetrated deep into his living fuck-doll’s tight anus.

Scribble threw his head back when the pain of having his ass split open and the pleasure of Mimic’s flare passing over his sensitive prostate slammed into his body. A girly squeal tore from his lips as he lurched forward from the force of his owner’s thrust.

Mimic grunted as he bottomed out inside his cock-sock’s ass, a rush of ecstasy running through his whole body as he poked at the deepest depths of Scribble’s tightness. He let out a shaky breath as he allowed his pet’s tail end a few generous seconds to adapt to his thick cock being forced inside of it, taking the time to enjoy the warm tightness of his walls.

As soon as he felt he was ready, he began pulling out, drawing a chorus of moans from his slave as his flared tip scraped against his sensitive insides. He quickly slammed himself inside once more, setting into a steady rhythm. A soundscape of snorts, moans, grunts, and shlicks filled the room, the lustful chorus’ tempo increasing with each wave of pleasure that hit the quivering stallions.

He quickly discarded the idea of holding back, going at his toy’s slutty asshole with a primal passion unrivaled by anything Scribble had experienced before, Mimic had already been teased close to orgasm twice, and he wasn’t taking his time milking whatever pleasure he could from his whore. His mind was totally lost to the lust that coursed through his brains with each firm pump of his heart.

Mimic’s balls slapped against the still-intact seat of Scribble’s messy diaper, making the sloppy mess inside squish loudly against the pegasus’ rear and the base of the cock rutting it, replenishing the ‘lube’ already coating the pulsating stallionhood.

Scribble’s cock throbbed beneath him, the raw pleasure from his rough fucking pushing him to the edge of climax despite his master’s hypnotic order to only release his load on his command. He whimpered and whined as he focused solely on drawing his master’s cum from his glorious rod as quickly as possible, craving the reward of being allowed to cum.

Mimic quickly started to reach his limit, in spite of his desire to enjoy his coltfriend for just a little longer, the pure bliss made his balls yearn for release, churning with fresh, sticky semen to empty into Scribble’s ass.

His thrusts became more and more jerky and erratic, his tongue hanging from his mouth and his eyes rolling back as he groaned in an effort to hold back the growing need for release in his scrotum.

It wasn’t long, however, before he reached his limit. He reared back and let out a long, deep growl as he put all of his energy into one final, glorious thrust, burying his cock in Scribble’s tailhole as it spasmed and twitched. Cumshot after cumshot filled every tiny crevasse of the groaning sissy’s tunnel, making him feel bloated and full as his master continued to pour powerful spurts of his sticky seed deep inside his tight cavern.

“C-Cum for me, show me how much you appreciate my g-gift, you filthy, worthless sissy whore!” Mimic screamed, degrading his slut as much as possible.

The abuse was all it took to drive Scribble over the edge, making him arch his back and throw back his head as all of his muscles tensed, pouring their energy into shooting cum from his throbbing shaft. His diaper wasn’t able to handle even a single shot of his cum, each pump of his shaft sending another torrent of hot semen down his legs as it overflowed from his flooded nappy.

Mimic held himself inside, groaning as he felt Scribble’s anal muscles tense and tighten around his still-orgasming shaft. He gave a few weak extra thrusts as he felt his energy empty his body along with his cum.

Both stallions held their positions motionlessly as they released their thick loads into their respective homes, Mimic’s starting to flow out of his coltfriend’s tailhole and add to the stream of cum already careening down his thighs and pooling with the leaked piss on the bed below.

As their orgasm’s faded, they both flopped over each other, their bodies completely spent of energy as they gasped and panted for breath. Sweat poured from their twitching forms, doing little to cool their warm bodies.

Mimic held his dick inside Scribble until the absolute last of his cum dribbled from his tip and it started to retreat back towards his sheath. A mix of mess and seed flowed from his asshole as the unicorn’s softening cock limply feel from his living fleshlight’s widened pucker.

With a weak flash of his horn, Mimic released his hold over Scribble’s mind. He reached down and undid the silk around his front hooves and wings, letting him into a more comfortable position.

The dazed stallion muttered and babbled incoherently, his head still reeling while his ability to think for himself return.

“Y-You did so well, little sissy…” Mimic muttered into his ear, wrapping his hooves around his body lovingly. His fantasy was over, and it was time to care for his coltfriend.

He kissed his neck and stood up on wobbly hooves, picking Scribble up in his magic and laying the star-seeing stallion on their adult-sized changing table, designed to look like that of a foal with white clouds on a baby blue background.

“Now, ready for your changies?” he asked.

Scribble nodded, muttering some form of affirmation. His magically addled mind locked on to the familiar voice of his lover.

Mimic chuckled and gently lifted his leaky rear, sliding a fresh pink nappy with the same design as his current ruined padding under him before undoing the tapes. He wrapped the stinky diaper up and threw it in a diaper pail underneath the changing table, using a copious amount of wipes to clean off his shit-stained rear.

“Hold still!” he cooed to the babbling pegasus.

Disposing of the wipes, he tossed the dirty wipes aside and taped his new diaper firmly around his barrel, tugging his tail through the tail hole before lifting him back up and setting him on the floor.

“Good boy!” he encouraged, watching him splay his legs out a little to stay stable.

Slowly, his faculties returned, allowing him to form words.

“Th-That was amazing…” he muttered, pulling Mimic into a tight hug.

“You were amazing, sweetheart~,” Mimic replied, snuggling his coltfriend tightly.

With a quick smirk, Scribble decided to turn the tables, using his reinvigorated strength to hoist Mimic up onto the table with a loud squeal.

“But we best get that flank padded up before you go making any puddles, little stinker!” he said, using the pet name he knew would instantly throw Mimic into little space.

“I-I’m not a stinker!” he complained, puffing out his cheeks in protest. Butterflies fluttered in his chest at being pampered by the stallion he had just finished dominating, making a smile grow on his face despite his mock anger.

“Oh yes you are, remember that mess you made the other day? It was so big I had to put you in two diapers just to make sure you didn’t leak everywhere!” Scribble shot back, prompting a frustrated huff of denial from his charge.

He quickly set to work finding the girliest, most embarrassing diaper in their collection, a bright pink one with the word’s ‘sissy stinker’ on the back with tutu-like ruffles which stiffened out as the wearer wet it.

“Perfect! Legs up little one!” he said, falling into the ‘daddy’ role as effortlessly he had submitted to Mimic just moments before.

Mimic did as he was told, letting Scribble dust him with foal powder and slide the diaper beneath his flank, bringing it up between his legs and taping it around his body. He gave his exposed rear a few playful pats, making the ‘foal’ on the changing table giggle at the satisfying crinkle of the plastic.

He then lifted Mimic back up and placed him on the floor, kissing his forehead in a patronizing manner as one would affectionately kiss a foal.

Their changes done and their bodies still rather drained, the stallions headed for towards the bed to rest, only to find it completely sodden with cum, pee, and mess.

They froze in place, embarrassed at the mess they’d made before breaking into a fit of giggles and guffaws.

“Th-The couch?” Mimic asked between chuckles.

“Uh-huh!” Scribble replied, leading the way out of the room and into the fresh air of the living room with his coltfriend close behind.

Flopping onto the couch, Mimic was content to take the more submissive route and be the little spoon, feeling Scribble wrap his large hooves around his body and pull him close.

Comfortably snuggled together, it didn’t take long for them both to let the land of sleep take them.

As they closed their eyes, Mimic piped up one last time.

“I love you, mushbutt~,”

“I love you too, soggyflank~,”

Author's Note

I've been waiting a very long time to do a full on diaper sex scene and really let loose on it! Thanks to Mimic for the commission and letting me just go for it!

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