FOAL 9000

Chapters

The Learning Nursery
Coddled Prisoner, No Escape
Double Trouble
Glutton for Punishment
Three's a Crowd
A Friend's Intuition
Biting the Hands that Feed
Into the Dungeon
Twilight's Last Ditch Effort
A Machine, A Mother, A Mistress
Logging Off
Bonus Chapter: The Nap

The Learning Nursery

Twilight dabbed one of the twenty or so quills in her magical grasp into their shared inkwell, eeking out the last few drops from it she could. She snapped it back over to one of the many waiting papers, scribbling her name at the bottom. The other quills duplicated the action with their own documents, creating a scratchy chorus to fill the throne room.

She bit her tongue in concentration, eyes narrowing at her pile of royal paperwork still waiting. Even as she whipped through nearly two dozen pages at once, it felt like she was barely making a dent in the scores of documents that covered the Cutie Map. Not exactly a comforting thought, given that her weary eyes fluttered closed every so often. The tantalizing prospect of taking a rest seemed more and more like an impossibility.

It didn’t even seem to matter than she had been tearing through work for the past three hours this way; the mountain of paperwork before her was far from the molehill she wished it was.

“Sweet Celestia,” she muttered under her breath. Heavy eyelids threatened to slam away the sight before her.

Her signatures soon became scribbles, and the scribbles became blobs of ink. A yawn overtook her, dropping half her quills before she was able to shut her mouth. How late was it again? How long had she been up again?

With no windows in her throne room these questions went unanswered. But Twilight hypothesized Celestia had long since lowered the sun. Her brain had started winding down already, and she could feel her body catching up. She didn’t feel all that sleepy even, but worn out for sure.

Another yawn and the rest of her quills gave up. They clattered to the ground and Twilight wished very much to follow their example.

But instead, she stood up from her throne and stretched all six of her limbs. Her muscles ached from lack of activity, making her wonder again just how long she’d spent working.

Looking back, just behind her throne, she could see the stacks of paper in her ‘done’ pile. Her head whipped around to the Cutie Map again as she compared it to her remaining work load.

Must’ve been eight hours. Twilight judged. Come to think of it, did I skip dinner?

Her stomach rumbled, momentarily tricking her into expecting a thunder storm.

And lunch? she added.

In fact, had she even stopped for a bathroom break?

Twilight shook her head, not wanting to think about the pressure in her lower hip she just now noticed. However long she’d spent working, it was clear that it had been too long. Right now, she needed food, a trip to the restroom and a nap.

“Errgh.” Twilight doubted she had the energy to get through one of those things right now, let alone all three.

But there is a way… A smile sprouted on her lips. It blossomed into a full on grin once she realized she had the answer to all her problems and more.

Spurred back from the near-dead, Twilight actually trotted out of her throne room, leaving hundreds, if not thousands, of scrolls to fend for themselves. Come tomorrow morning—or, maybe tomorrow afternoon—she’d be back to finish them all, but for now she was going to de-stress.

She flapped her wings a little, but didn’t have it in her to fly right now. Sticking to her hooves, she made her way through the halls of her castle. Moonlight leaked in through tall windows; Luna’s night had long since fallen.

That meant Starlight and Spike were probably already asleep. Good. She couldn’t let anypony know what she was about to do. If anypony ever found out about her… Twilight shook her head. She wouldn’t think about such unpleasant things.

Her stomach growled again. A pack of starving wolves were tearing each other apart inside her, it seemed. Her pace picked up even as her exhaustion multiplied. She was so close now.

Throwing open the doors to her personal library, Twilight was greeted by shelf-lined walls and book-lined shelves. Her vast collection towered over her as she entered, but it was not the reason for her visit tonight.

Scampering over to the left-most shelf, Twilight looked up to the third row and brushed a hoof-full of books to the side. They revealed a small switch, one that almost blended into the wall of the shelf. That was by design, as it would be so easy to glance over unless you knew exactly what you were looking for.

Twilight pressed the switch, the book shelf clicked and whirred lowly. Setting the books back in their place, Twilight stepped back as the heavy shelf swung open.

Her grin could only widen as her secret doorway revealed a spiral staircase, descending into the depths of her castle. Twilight trotted in place, holding back a delighted squee.

One step onto the staircase was met with a drastic temperature change. Twilight shivered against the frigid air, always forgetting how cold it got down here. She wrapped her wings around her body, rubbing her feathers against her coat in a bid to warm up. As she descended, bracing for more chills, it didn’t even occur to her to shut the bookshelf-door behind her.

The stairs spiraled downward, looping around twice before they finally reached the bottom; her castle’s basement.

Of course, Friendship Castle technically didn’t have a basement. This had taken Twilight a lot of time, a lot of magic, and a lot out of her personal piggybank to make a reality. But it was so, so worth it in the end.

The stairs reached their end at a heavy steel door. One small window near the top provided the only light source in the stairwell. The light was always on; Twilight had affixed a permanent power source to the rooms beyond this door so they’d always be ready for her. And out of paranoia, she’d added two back-up generators as well.

With heavy eyes, but a fluttering heart, she turned the doorknob and pushed it open.

The light that had been trickling through the window now flooded the stairwell. Twilight blinked and narrowed her eyes, familiar with the routine by now. When her pupils adjusted, everything became much more clear.

She smiled as she took in her favorite room in the castle: the nursery.

Snow white carpet met her eyes first, still a little hard to look at as her eyes grew used to the light. It covered the floor of the room, stopping only to make way for padded walls made of pale purple felt. Little white stars and red hearts dotted them in simple, repeating patterns, only stopped by the presence of two doors on the opposite side of the room.

The carpet was littered with foalish amenities. A tall crib and matching mobile stood in the right corner, just big enough for Twilight with a little wiggle room left over. Right next to it was a changing table and a dresser stocked exclusively with thick adult diapers. There was a pail for the used ones close by, too. A playpen dominated the corner across from there, swallowing up a generous amount of space to hold all the baby toys contained within it.

The center of the room was filled with all the toys too big for the playpen such as a walker, along with a baby bouncer just above that. Beside them sat a plastic easel and paints, left in a decidedly messy state. A training potty was close by, practically at her hooves. Meanwhile, near the wall and in between the two doors was a folded up baby carriage and stroller. Just before them was a cutesy plastic table and matching chairs all filled with stuffed plushies save one, with a tea set all set up.

To the left sat decidedly less foalish things. While the high chair certainly kept the spirit of the room thriving in that territory, the wardrobe, heart-shaped vanity, fridge, and small wooden stool were of a more neutral nature. But Twilight had at least managed to liven them up with liberal application of a pinkening spell.

Scattered about the room, from the floor to the ceiling to all four walls, were individual little holes, all closed up by metal doors. They were connected to the last detail of the room, this one right next to the doorway where Twilight stood: a small monitor.

This was her “true” kingdom. Twilight had been an adult foal for as long as she could remember. What had caused? Any number of possibilities, really. Her mom’s consistent coddling, needing diapers for bedwetting well into her teens (and a foalsitter, for that matter), Princess Celestia as a personal secondary mother figure… It didn’t really matter which one had done her in, because here she was now.

A nursery like this, it had been a part of her wildest dreams for a long time, but only after becoming a Princess could she make it a reality. The only trouble was finding the free time to use it. Though, she found herself making time for it more often than not.

Twilight took a deep breath, absorbing the scents of foal powder, cheap plastic toys, and freshly cleaned linens. It triggered hundreds of memories, but more importantly the desire to create more.

“Twily’s home,” she whispered to the empty room, eyelids drooping with exhaustion. No more work had to be done today; she could finally relax.

Stepping inside and shutting the door, Twilight turned to the monitor and gave it a little tap. The screen flashed blue as the magical computer awoke. Eventually a smiley face and the phrase “Welcome back” appeared on the screen. It quickly gave way to a list of pre-programmed activities Twilight had done previously. She scrolled past all of them, however, selecting the “Free Play” tab.

The screen changed again, now displaying three sliding tabs, each numbered from one to ten.

The first tab was labeled “Mothering Level”. Twilight wasted no time in dragging the slider all the way up to ten. She didn’t want to have to do anything tonight. It would be better to let the machine dictate everything for her, even if that meant coddling.

For the second tab, labeled “Discipline Level”, Twilight paused. Normally, she’d keep it at around a five or six. Generally speaking she wouldn’t disobey the program, but those levels gave her enough room to be naughty while still letting her indulge in a few punishments should she choose to push it that far. But tonight she felt differently. She couldn’t afford for the program to let her goof off, as she was inclined to do whenever diapered. The slider found itself nudged all the way up to the nine setting. Not quite zero tolerance, but it would keep her on track without a doubt.

Lastly, “Adapting A.I.”. Her program recognized speech, but didn’t register vocal commands. It was up to the machine to intuit what she needed, based on all sorts of stimulus. Already, the program had learned enough about her these past few months to make this part a little unnecessary now. Still, Twilight only nudged it down to a four. It was best not to hamper the AI’s capacity to learn too much, after all.

With her sliding finished, a new pop-up appeared asking for confirmation. Too tired for second thoughts, Twilight tapped yes.

The screen went black. Above it, a section of the wall slid open and pushed two buttons toward her, one green and one red. Green was the obvious “Go” command and Twilight pressed it without hesitation, already breathing a sigh of relief.

There was a gentle hum behind the walls as her commands were inputted and the system booted up for real. Twilight’s heart pounded with excitement. It felt like it had been so long.

“Hello, little one,” Her AI spoke. It’s voice made her ears flick. Compiled from a sampling of her own mother’s voice, along with Celestia’s and Cadence’s thrown in for good measure, it made for the most affectionate sound Twilight had ever heard. “I’m delighted you’re backI”

“Me too,” Twilight said. She plopped down on her flanks, running a hoof through the shaggy carpet as she waited.

“Oh poo. Sweetheart, you’re not wearing your didees, are you?”

“I guess not,” Twilight giggled, hoof to her mouth. “Will you change me?”

“Of course, honey.”

There was a whirring noise, and two holes on the ceiling popped open. From them, gloved hands emerged, with flexible tube arms guiding them down to Twilight.

Beaming, she lifted her hooves up, letting the hands grab her under the shoulders and lift her into the air. She was whisked over to the changing table, her back meeting it’s cold surface with a shiver.

“There there,” Her mechanical nanny cooed. One hand reached below the changing table while another went for the top drawer of the dresser.

As tired, hungry, and in need of a restroom she was, Twilight couldn’t help but smile in anticipation. The dresser hand was ready first, pulling out a big, fluffy diaper.

A third hand came out of the wall to help it, unfolding the garment to reveal the sun design that would soon occupy her butt. Twilight giggled, knowing the sight of Celestia’s Cutie Mark anywhere. This particular brand, Sunnies, were notorious for the design. Their foal line of diapers were often a filly or colt’s first introduction to the monarch’s Mark. But for Twilight, it was more of a comforting sight than anything else.

The other hand returned from down below, cradling bottles of rash cream and foal powder in between its fingers. It tossed one down, just in time for an arriving fourth hand to catch.

The hands with the diapers approached her plot. “Upsie daisy,” called out the AI.

Twilight obliged, lifting her hind legs up in time for the diaper to land. One hand grabbed her tail and tucked it through the hole in the back of the diaper while another pushed the fluffy plastic under her butt.

Eager, Twilight brought down her legs before she even needed to be asked.

“Ah ah ah,” her Mommy’s voice tutted. A hand gently nudged her legs back up, denying her plot a chance to crinkle the diaper. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Rash cream made it’s way to her under carriage, chilling to the touch. It actually got an “Ooh,” of surprise out of her.

Next came the foal powder, applied liberally to her bottom. The hand holding her back relented now, and Twilight spread her legs as she lowered them.

Her butt made poofy contact in milliseconds. Twilight’s sigh overpowered the crinkles she caused, and her fore hooves kicked with glee. More foal powder met her nethers, coating her with a protective layer. Now it was time for the main event.

The free hands grabbed the diaper and brought it up, wrapping Twilight’s waist in a perpetual hug of floof. She felt her marehood twitch with delight as the fluffy texture of her diaper made contact. Twilight cheeks blushed a light pink and for a moment, her eyes darted over to one of the two other doors in the room.

No, Twilight decided, immediately but regretfully. I’m too tired for that tonight.

Pushing off naughtier thoughts for another time, Twilight’s eyes returned to her diapering, just as the tapes were being smoothed down for her.

“There we go, little one,” Mommy said. “A nice, clean diapee, just for you!”

An ache in her bowels told her it wouldn’t be clean for long. “Tank woo,” Twilight playfully lisped. Though she needed to go, she wouldn’t force her Mommy to change her so soon.

Besides, her growling stomach all but demanded priority.

“Teehee, sounds like somefilly is hungry. Is that you?”

Twilight nodded, throwing her hooves to the air as she begged for upsies. “It’s me!”

Two hands took her again, lifting her up. The spares jumped back into their holes, their job done for now.

“Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Twilight was carried to the other side of the room. She could see hands already active over there, prepping the high chair and digging around in the fridge.

While she dangled in the air, Twilight looked down and grinned at her diaper. For the fun of it, she tried pushing her legs together. The predictable result had her hind hooves barely touching, while a swath of padding found itself pushed against her marehood.

“Mmmph.” Twilight bit her lip, longing springing to her loins.

She pushed down the feeling as her diapered plot met the seat of her high chair. There was a hiss as air escaped the diaper; it crinkled under her weight, but only compressed slightly.

Twlight kept her hooves up as the table of the high chair closed. Having her hooves free was a nice little bonus during meal times.

Two arms descended on either side of her, sporting a baby blue bib with white frills. Twilight didn’t complain as it was tied around her neck. Now everything was set.

A jar of foal food appeared on the table, a hand already unscrewing it while another hovered nearby with a spoon. When Twilight saw its label, she gagged a little.

“Broccoli?” She asked in dismay.

“Aww, but you need your veggies to grow into a big, strong mare one day.”

Twilight rolled her eyes, hooves slamming against the table. “But I don’t like broccoli!”

“Hush, little one.” The voice tone grew more stern, and cold. “Mother knows best.”

Twilight settled down, but her brow furrowed. She wasn’t just playing, broccoli flavored foal food was her least favorite. The only reason any was left in the fridge was because she was so stubborn about not eating anymore.

A hand came over and pinched her cheek, wiggling her face. “Oh, there there. Mommy will get you a new flavor after you finish this one, okay?”

Her stomach rumbled again, not as much of a picky eater as she was. “…Okay…” Twilight groaned. If it was just one jar, she’d live.

“Splendid!” The spoon dipped into the jar, withdrawing a large chunk of brown-green mush.

Twilight winced at the sight, mouth automatically scrunching as it neared. The spoon was undeterred, and nudged at her lips, trying to coax her to eat.

“It’s num-num time, sweetie! Open up your mouth for the choo-choo train.”

She groaned. “Fi—Mmmf!”

The spoon leapt into her mouth, taking a broccoli flavored dump on her tongue before popping out on the other side of her lips.

“Mmrr!” Twilight slammed her hoof into the tray table a few times. She was reluctant to swallow, but with each passing second the foul taste permeated her mouth more and more. She had to tighten her lips to fight the instinct to spit it out.

Eventually, she had to admit swallowing would be better than letting the taste accumulate anymore. Resisting her gag reflex, Twilight let the foal food slither down her throat. It landed to applause in her stomach, even as her taste buds booed.

Bits still lingered on her tongue and teeth, not letting her forget the nasty taste. But even if that weren’t an issue, the next trainful was already staring her down from the spoon.

“Choo-choo!” cheered her Mommy, the spoon going for her waiting mouth.

“Eergh!” Twilight groaned as the mush invaded her mouth once again. She was much faster to swallow this time, even as her hooves curled in disgust.

To her disappointment, she wasn’t out of the broccoli woods yet. Even with seemingly larger and larger spoonfuls each time, the jars themselves were fairly sizeable. It didn’t help that her Mommy insisted on scraping as much from the sides as possible, too.

But eventually, mercifully, the last spoonful of broccoli was defeated. She may have won every fight, but the mush certainly won the war. Everywhere from the roof of her mouth to her cheeks to between her teeth had a thin coat of broccoli flavored foal food now. The cost of victory, as it were.

Twilight squirmed as she flicked her tongue around her mouth, trying to clean up whatever she could to remove the flavor ghost from her mouth. Her dissatisfaction only lasted so long, though, as she soon saw her Mommy make good on her promise.

“Such a good eater. I think my wittle Twi-Twi has earned a reward.” Her Mommy set a jar of peaches down next to the empty foal food.

“Hmm!” It snapped her back to a good mood faster than she expected. “Yes please!”

“Hehe. Now I know fillies your age shouldn’t be taking solid food yet, but I trust my little girl is smart enough to chew.”

“Uh-huh!” Twilight nodded, her tail swishing in anticipation. Anything was better than broccoli at this point, but actual fruit? That was perfection.

“Okay then, sweetie. Open wide.”

Twilight was happy to oblige this time. Compared to the foal food, actual fruit was candy.

She ate like a starving pony, snout leaping for the spoon before the arms had a chance to offer it to her. The peaches washed away the lingering foal food. Twilight only picked up her pace. Normally she wasn’t such a messy eater, but right now she was hungry.

In her haste, she didn’t even notice the sticky peach juices dribbling down her chin, or the trace amounts that splashed onto her bib to join bits of broccoli mush.

She still didn’t notice them until her meal was finally done and a hand brought a napkin down to wipe off her face.

“Silly filly,” the nursery teased as it opened the high chair table. “You’re not supposed to wear your food.”

Twilight giggled. “Sorry.”

“Now then.” The napkin flew away from her face. “Who wants her baba?”

Twilight threw both of her hooves into the air, wings spreading in excitement. “Me!”

Two arms lifted her up again, while another four moved towards the center of the room. They linked up, forming a hammock with their arms. The hands all sat near the head to act as a makeshift pillow.

She was laid down, body sinking into the arms. Twilight flapped her wings as she nestled her head against the hands. Now that she was cradled, the nursery lowered a large foal bottle towards her.

The soft, amber nipple drew Twilight’s attention and the sloshing formula made her lick her lips. She reached up and grabbed the bottle with her hooves. Bringing the nipple to her lips, Twilight was suckling instantly.

It took a few seconds, but she earned her reward. Warm milk flowed into her mouth, filling her cheeks. She swallowed and suckled in rhythm, nestling against her makeshift hammock.

Curled up like that, she just about fell asleep. She was already dog-tired and now it seemed like the soothing act of suckling her bottle was going to put her out for the night. Her eyelids fluttered, hardly putting up a fight as they closed.

Twilight relaxed. No thinking, no moving, just suckling on her bottle. The milk drained swiftly, each cheekful eliciting a happy moan from her.

Once more, she felt her bowels push in anguish. Brow creasing, Twilight actually held them back at first. Then, realizing she was safe, stopped. And started pushing with them instead.

With nothing holding them back now, her desperate bowels gave way and Princess Twilight Sparkle finally pooped herself.

Her diaper bulged as the mess hit, crinkling as it made room. She had to grunt and push to force her first messy log out, chomping down on the amber nipple in her mouth as she did.

Once that one cleared, the rest came out almost readily. A hot, steaming mudslide hit the walls of her diaper, filling even more than the first round could have hoped. She moaned as her ache eased itself into relief, and returned to her suckling while she kept pooping.

The diaper was forced to expand even more now, and Twilight’s mess shuffled from her plot to her inner thighs as it looked for new places to go. Before long, her pristine padding was stained a rich shade of brown from its seat all the way to the crotch.

By now, the stink had wafted high enough to slap her nose into a wrinkle. Twilight actually stopped suckling now just to breathe through her mouth; the stench of her mess was too powerful for her to take.

Finally, she reached the end of her little bathroom break. Her soiled diaper had weathered quite a blow, but had kept everything contained as it continued its (now messy) hug around her plot.

Twilight grinned as her lips returned to the bottle. Bringing her legs together as best she could, she caused the warm and slimy mush to shuffle about. Her whole body shivered at the sensation, but most prominently was her marehood, which quivered longer than the rest of her.

As she tried to settle down, Twilight glanced back. Her gazed lingered at one of the doors. For a moment she really considered going back there. But then her exhaustion kicked in. Not tonight, Twilight decided, yawning. I need to go to sleep.

A new hand descended from the ceiling. “Uh oh,” the nursery gasped. “Did somefilly have to go poopie?”

Twilight smiled. She knew where this was going. The new hand snuck down to her diaper, hovering over it for just a second. Then it’s fingers touched down, invading the brown stain.

“Unnf~” Twilight bit her bottle’s nipple as sensations flooded her. The fingers dug into her diaper, exploring her crotch for just a moment before it drifted to the lumpy seat of her padding.

The palm joined in for this one as it groped Twilight’s mess. Her dirty diaper jostled at the touch. She gasped with delight. Diaper checks were always the best.

“Seems you did, Mush Tush,” the nursery teased with a giggle. The hand retracted all to soon. Twilight whimpered as it left, leaving her more pent up than before.

Once again thoughts drifted to the door across the room. She chased them off with a yawn.

“Aww, are you a sleepy filly, Twi-Twi?” The nursery asked her.

“I am.” She yawned again. Her mess’s warmth cradled her backside, lulling her closer to sleep. She dropped her bottle from her mouth and raised her hooves. “Can I go to bed now?”

Mechanical arms uncoild from the hammock below her. Hands grabbed her once again and she was in the air.

“Let’s get you changed first.” A finger booped her nose. “And perhaps a bath is in order, Stinky Pants.”

Twilight groaned. Really? She was tired. And she even wanted to go to bed messy.

“I said I’m tired.” Swinging her legs toward the crib, Twilight tried to make it obvious to the AI what she wanted. She regretted the lack of vocal commands now. They’d be pretty useful in situations like this.

“In a minute, sweetie.” The nursery carried her over to the changing table with casual ignorance.

Twilight grunted, crossing her hind legs. The mess in her diaper was still warm and squishy; she wanted to fall asleep like this if possible. Why was her nursery ignoring her?

Maybe I set the mothering algorithm too high, she mused as she squirmed about. Or maybe the adapting one is too low.

Regardless, she struggled out of the hands’ grasp. Dropping to the floor was awkward with her spread gait, but she managed to stay on her hooves despite some squishy crinkles.

Moving toward the crib, Twilight fought back another yawn. She was looking forward to her forty—maybe eighty—winks tonight.

Then two mechanical hands grabbed her by the shoulders. She jutted to a stop, brow furrowed as she turned to look at them. “Uh…”

“Now now, Twily,” the nursery said. “Be a good little filly and get changed properly.”

She narrowed her eyes, shrugging off the hands. “I don’t want a change, okay? Just let me go to sleep.”

Before she could take a step forward, the hands grabbed her sides and lifted her up. She was pulled away from the oasis that was her crib.

“Twilight.” The AI’s voice was stern, like a scolding from Celestia. “Don’t ignore your mommy.”

At this point, Twilight knew she was pushing some buttons. But she also knew she wasn’t in the mood to play around.

Unfurling her wings, she slapped away the hands. She fell less gracefully this time, ending up on her belly. Twilight wobbled to all fours, only for four hands to leap out and grab her hooves.

“Hey!” she cried, returning the the air. Her wings flapped, but couldn’t angle far enough to hit anything.

“That was very naughty of you, Twilight.” The machine berated.

“Let me go!” Twilight demanded. She put up a struggle against the arms, but it amounted to little.

“Naughty fillies need to be punished,” the machine declared.

It pulled her across the room, now not even aiming for the changing table. Turning her head, Twilight saw she was headed over to the stool across the room. Another hand popped free of the wall beside it, brandishing a large, wooden paddle.

Twilight groaned. She did not need this right now.

With a spark from her horn, she teleported. The hands holding her in place found their grip tighten around air. Twilight appeared just below them, a frown forming across her face.

Guess I set the levels wrong, she thought as her magic grabbed the four arms in the air. Maybe lowering the discipline would’ve been better? A smarter learning algorithm?

She could correct that in a moment, begrudgingly. It didn’t change the fact that her much needed rest was delayed. More hands appeared from the walls, ceiling, and floor, all moving towards her.

“Twilight, you’re being a very bad filly,” the nursery warned. She ignored it.

Despite how tired she was, Twilight’s magic caught every arm coming for her. Even the one carrying the paddle had made an attempt.

Normally spankings would be fun for her, but tonight was just not the night for it. Maybe in the morning she’d be more willing to indulge in the more fetishistic aspects of her nursery. As for now she just bunched all the wiggling arms in a pile.

That should be all, Twilight thought as she waddled to the control panel. She just wanted to shut the nursery’s AI off and hop in the crib for now. Come morning she could fiddle around with the settings all she wanted. The big red button above the monitor was the only thing standing between her and a good night’s sleep now.

Just to be safe, she counted up all the arms in her grasp. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, six… wait. She froze. Where’s the last one?

Just then she felt something cold slip around her horn.

The purple aura holding all the arms together fizzled out. Terrified, Twilight looked up. She caught the last hand pushing an thick metal band down her horn.

Her pupils shrank. Her heart pounded. The bundled up arms seized the opportunity to disentangle.

Wait… no! Twilight blinked away her shock, shaking her head. Where did it get… it shouldn’t have access to inhibitor rings in this room!

But she didn’t have any time to worry about that. All fifteen hands lunged for her.

With an “eep” of surprise, Twilight tried to remove her inhibitor ring before it was too late.

It was too late.

Her hooves made it just passed her chin before the arms reached her. Two hands snapped around each foreleg and forced them out. Twilight struggled against them, but couldn’t recover an inch.

Her hind legs were targeted next, each earning two more hands. All eight arms lifted her into the air now. Flapping her wings, Twilight struggled against their hold.

“No!” she cried. “Stop it!”

“I’m sorry, Twilight, but you’ve been a very bad filly.” Hands glommed onto her wings and sides, forcing her still. “And bad fillies need to be punished.”

“Wait!” Twilight pleaded. The nursery didn’t. It yanked her through the air, aiming once more for the stool near the end of the room.

Twilight looked back desperately. The failsafe button on the wall was definitely out of her reach now. And if she couldn’t break free then that meant…

I’m stuck. Twilight thought as she was laid across the stool. The paddle disappeared behind her and she gulped. Oh Celestia…

CRACK! squish.

“Ah!” Twilight flinched. Though the nursery swing was powerful, her poofy, poopy diaper absorbed most of the shock. But she could still feel it. And worst of all, she could feel her mess jostling about within her diaper.

CRACK! squish. CRACK! squish.

“Unf~” Twilight bit her lip. The paddling spread her mess around in her diaper, leaving no space clean. As much as it pained her to admit it, she loved it.

CRACK! squish. CRACK! squish.

The sensation sent her marehood quivering with each strike. As the warm mush spread, so to did a deep blush on her face.

CRACK! squish. CRACK! squish.

“Oooh! Ah-AH!” Twilight groaned as her libido kicked it. For a moment, it barely registered that all her limbs were being held down.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Things changed. After a few good whacks, her diaper had been flattened and the bulk of her mess escaped to less volatile areas. Now her padding wasn’t doing much to protect her.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“Ah~ A-Aaah!” Twilight still couldn’t deny the pleasure, but now it was mixed with pain. Her plot suffered a flurry of unprotected blows as the nursery continued what it thought was a well deserved punishment.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

“S-Stop it!” Twilight whined. Her butt was on fire, but her marehood doubly so. She was being pushed closer to the edge with each whack, but that couldn’t mask how much it hurt.

CRACK!

One last spank connected. Twilight’s plot stung as tears leapt to her eyes. It was hard to decide if she was more aroused or more in pain right now.

Nine is too high, she concluded, sniffling. Way too high.

Her resistance having faded, several of the arms holding Twilight in place retracted. Four still remained, one for each leg. Clearly she wasn’t trusted anymore.

“I’m sorry, Twily,” the machine cooed, back to motherly in an instant. “I promise you that hurt me more than it did you.”

She wanted to get off a sarcastic laugh, but only a whine came out. Her plot radiated with pain and her marehood cried out for attention.

Neither were getting relief though, as Twilight found herself lifted back into the air.

“Now then,” a much cheerier tone returned. “Let’s get you changed.”

“C-Can you take off my horn ring now?” Twilight managed through everything.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, but clearly your magic has been acting up lately.” She got a consolatory pat for her trouble. “So I’ll just leave this on to keep that under control.”

Twilight clenched her jaw. Not that she expected that to work, but still. She was completely at the AI’s mercy without her magic and while in certain scenarios she could find that quite thrilling right now wasn’t one of them. Especially since it didn’t look like there was an end in sight.

But at least she was coming to understand how the nursery had gotten the inhibitor ring idea from. If it thought Twilight’s magic was in a state of flux that most young ponies experienced, the mothering program must have sought this out as a way to protect her from herself. But how it had access to them in this room was confusing. Maybe a bug in the programming? Did the AI overwrite her protocol to get it?

Twilight shivered at the thought of that. That was a worst-case scenario if there ever was one.

She was carried back to the changing table. After everything, she was still going to get a change. Though, at this point Twilight couldn’t complain. Her libido was all wound up from the spanking; she needed something to calm it down or she’d never get to sleep. And a good night’s rest was surely what she needed to be able to think her way out of this problem.

Not wanting to risk more spankings, Twilight played along with the machine as it set her down on the changing table.

Her forelegs were still pinned down for her change. The dirty diaper was peeled away, while extra hands fetched wipes.

Cold hit her undercarriage as the wet wipes scrubbed away ever last remnant of her mess. They were a soothing presence on her stinging backside.

A nighttime diaper—twice as poofy as the last—came to her waist. The familiar sight of Luna’s Cutie Mark decorated her rear now, marking this diaper as one from the Nighties brand. With a puff of foal powder and a dab of rash cream, it was sealed around her.

The fluffy padding toyed with her already excited marehood, but that desire was fading now. Exhaustion was creeping in once again, held at bay just barely by her surprise spanking session before.

With another yawn, she finally earned a giggle from the nursery.

“Let’s get my little Twily to bed.”

Finally, Twilight was taken to the crib. Her back met the soft mattress, head sinking into a plush pillow. Her legs were finally set free as the hands pulled a snuggly blanket over her body.

Though she was effectively a prisoner, bars and all, fear for her situation wasn’t keeping Twilight awake. Not even her sore plot made a difference. Already her eyelids were sinking, ready for dreamland.. The mobile above her spun, and her fading eyes tracked it round and round before fluttering closed.

Everything else about the nursery seems to be operating normally, came Twilight’s last thoughts. Even in the presence of the Sandmare she couldn’t stop thinking. I’m sure whatever glitch caused this will be worked out of its system by morning.

Come morning… it’ll all be fine…

I’ll be fine…

She hoped.

Author's Note

And here it is, folks: the first chapter of my longest fic ever. I teased this one way back in early July, but now we've finally begun!

When I asked a bunch of you guys about this, the consensus was pretty overwhelmingly 'Publish when you've got it' so that'll be the norm for this one. New chapters will be a little slow going for this one, but each update should be a pretty sizable one at least.

Hope you all are looking forward to more!

Coddled Prisoner, No Escape

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.”

A gentle push roused Twilight. Her vision blurred as her eyes opened. Where was she?

Fuzzy pastels were all she could see. They morphed into solid shapes soon enough. Bars. A crib. Her crib.

It came back to her.

No. Jolting upright, Twilight’s heart pounded with worry. She desperately hoped she was misremembering last night, because if she wasn’t…

“Morning Twily~”

She groaned. Mechanical, gloved hands dangled in front of her. A finger reached out and booped her nose, causing her to scrunch her snout.

“How’d my little filly sleep?”

She ignored the AI’s question and looked around. Still waking up, she had to rub her tired eyes first.

The nursery remained unchanged from the night before. That was a positive sign if nothing else was. If the AI had fiddled with the room without her permission that would be a clear indication something was wrong. Maybe last night had just been a glitch?

She shifted, and winced as an ache radiated from her backside. The ghost of last night’s spankings, here to haunt her.

“How’s your diapee, sweetie?” A hand descended into the crib, aiming for her padding. “You didn’t have to go tinkle last night, did you?”

Twilight grumbled a little at that. Even though she’d often not worry about stuff like that, today she definitely didn’t want to be treated like a foal. And luckily, she could feel dry padding against her coat.

Nevertheless the hand inspected her. Fingers sank into her diaper and pushed it deeply into her crotch. Twilight yelped, her libido kicking in. Last night had ended so unsatisfyingly on that front, and this cruel tease was a reminder of just how pent up she was.

And it wouldn’t even last. The hand retreated, feeling no dampness. Twilight was left to whimper with her now quivering marehood back to begging for release.

“Nice and dry!” The nursery cooed. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. She tried to sit up, fighting the last vestiges of sleepiness. Unfortunately, her diaper was also fighting. Fighting to keep her down.

She’d forgotten how thick the Nighties were. It was basically an oversized pillow shoved between her legs. Trying to get up with it on was a no-go.

Thankfully the nursery knew her struggle. Hands lifted her up, her useless hind legs dangling two feet apart. They moved across the room and over to the high chair. Breakfast, of course.

But Twilight wasn’t in the mood for food. Or at least, not foal food. And if she was lucky she’d be able to get a normal breakfast this morning.

Her body flew away from the crib, the freedom of the carpet calling to her. Twilight started wiggling for her freedom, pushing against the two hands grabbing her from beneath the shoulders. It was a battle just to knock them away, but her wings were the deciding factor in the end. Unfurling them was enough to swat the tube-like arms of the nursery away.

Twilight dropped down, but with a feathery flap managed to stay airborne. The hands were slow to react, swiping at empty air in an attempt to solve the case of the vanishing foal.

She seized the opportunity. Flapping again, Twilight aimed for the failsafe button across the room. Her diaper didn’t make it easy, though. The extra weight and the way it made her hind legs spread and swing was difficult to get used to. She felt like a newly minted alicorn all over again, struggling to get the basics of flight down.

Only right now she couldn’t afford to be terrible at flying. The nursery’s arms were only confused for a second, before setting their sights back on her. The two snatched her out of the air again, and now two more appeared to keep her in line.

“Now don’t go wandering off, sweetie,” the nursery chastised. Two hands returned to her shoulders, and another two held her by the sides. Her wings flapped uselessly, unable to strike them again.

Twilight groaned as her trip to the high-chair resumed. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but now it looked like she’d have to wait until the nursery gave her some free time.

The high-chair was open and waiting when she arrived. Twilight put up a token resistance of squirms, but knew there wasn’t much she could do right now. The nursery stuffed her in the chair, her Nightie squeezing and crinkling as it smushed into place.

Twilight grimaced at the tight fit. Her padding bunched up against her plot tightly. It was only made worse when the tray table swung closed, trapped her forelegs in with it. She grunted while trying to pull them free, but lacked any wiggle room to do so.

“Great…” she groaned, watching hands dig around in the fridge for her breakfast. “Juuuust great.”

Two jars of foal food dropped onto the tray table. Banana flavored. Twilight let out a sigh of relief. If it wasn’t vegetables she could at least stomach it.

Hands unscrewed the jars, another bringing a spoon over. At the sight of the food, Twilight could all but hear her stomach growl. I guess I could use breakfast, she thought as her bib was returned to her neck.

The nursery dipped the spoon in the first jar, withdrawing a glob of foal food. “Open up for the choo-choo train, Twily!”

She obliged. Sweet, gooey foal food entered her mouth and plopped down on her tongue. “Mmm…” she couldn’t resist murmuring. Though, upon remembering her situation she practically choked when swallowing.

Right… can’t get complacent, she scolded herself. The second this tray table opens I have to be ready to book it.

Mealtime went about as smoothly as it usually did. The nursery cooed at her, booped her nose, and pinched her cheeks while feeding her. Her bib grew messier as bits of food mutinied from the spoon, but it faired better than her cheeks.

The spoon kept coming , Twilight taking trainful after trainful of food. Her body remained tense throughout, and her attention was laser focused on the tray table as she waited for her chance.

But about halfway through the second jar, her mind wandered. A small, but noticeable call from her bladder drew her attention. She had to pee.

Instincts kicked in, and Twilight nearly had an accident then and there. She caught herself at the last possible second, fighting back against the behavior diapers had conditioned into her.

No, she couldn’t wet herself right now. If the nursery detected a damp diaper she’d be hustled over to the changing table and her escape would be delayed. And considering it wasn’t even a pressing urge, there was no reason not to hold it until she was free.

“There we go!” the spoon popped free from her mouth, the last of the foal food delivered. Twilight swallowed it in a heartbeat and shifted as best she could, ready to be freed.

A new hand with a handkerchief appeared, wiping at her snout. “Aww, who’s a messy eater? Who’s a messy eater, Twily? It’s you!”

She grunted, unamused as her bib was removed from her neck. But finally, it was about to—

click.

The tray table released. Twilight lunged before it even finished pulling out, but her smushed-in diaper was stuck, jerking her back into the chair. “Urk!”

“Such an eager filly.” Hands descended on her before she got a second chance. “Hold on, I’ll get you your baba.”

“Oh come on!” Twilight cried out. Her squirming renewed and remained as ineffective as ever.

The nursery once again formed a little hammock out of its arms and set Twilight down, while other hands prepped a bottle for her. She tried to roll off, but the tube-like arms reacted to her every movement and moved with her, keeping her in the air.

She furrowed her brows in frustration, but took a deep breath. Calm down, Twilight, she told herself. Nothing good would come from getting worked up again. At best, she’d wind up missing another opportunity to escape, and at worse she might snap and earn another spanking. An almost tantalizing thought that caught the attention of her libido, but she knew she couldn’t waste time on stuff like that.

A bottle was brought to her, warm milk dancing inside. Her lips twitched at the sight. Bits of foal food were still stuck to the insides of her mouth, and a good dose of milk was the only cure. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to play the foal a bit longer…

She shook her head. Don’t get comfortable.

The nipple found her lips and she let it in. As begrudged as she was to, Twilight drank.

The milk was as rich and creamy as ever; it was hard to avoid how tasty it was. She kept her mind on other things, hoping that would do the trick.

Escape was still her number one priority, and she had to do it soon. She had no idea what the AI’s plans for her were after breakfast, and even though she was tempted, she didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Eventually, the machine would have to set her down somewhere. Once that happened she could hurry over to the failsafe and press it no problem. Then again, she’d been assuming there’d be “no problem” all morning, and she really should be free by now.

She bit down on the amber nipple. Okay, maybe being a little cautious would be a smart move. Could she possibly get her horn ring off herself? She’d never tried before…

Her hooves made their way up and over her head. There was only one way to find out, after all.

She grabbed at the ring around her horn, and tried pulling it off. It was thin, tightly situated, and finicky. The bluntness of her hooves did her no favors in getting a grip on it, either. To make matters worse, after a few seconds a hand swatted her hooves away.

“Ah ah ah!” The nursery tutted. “Good fillies don’t play with their inhibitor rings.”

Twilight grumbled. Not even the sweet milk could fix her sour attitude. She couldn’t believe the nursery was still insisting she wear it.

Come to think of it, she still couldn’t believe the nursery had access to the inhibitor rings. Those were reserved for the other room, and naughtier ideas. She remembered explicitly programming it so they couldn’t be accessed in the nursery. How had that been overwritten?

While a hand stroked her mane, Twilight went through a roll-a-dex of possibilities in her mind. The AI’s learning capabilities were stunted at a measly four out of ten, so it couldn’t have learned to overwrite its programming last night. Unless the combination of mothering and discipline she’d put in was just the right cocktail of code needed to bulldoze through her restrictions. All it would’ve taken was one logic gate being left open instead of closed for that to happen…

Twilight groaned as the bottle left her lips. She was going to have to go through the code line by line until she found the error, wasn’t she? That wasn’t something to look forward too.

Her face was wiped and bib removed. Hands tucked under her shoulders once again while the makeshift hammock disassembled below her.

“Now what does my wittle filly want to do today?” The nursery asked in a bubbly voice.

Twilight struggled against the hands that held her. “I have work to do,” she insisted. “So put me down!”

“Aww, but no foal of mine has to do any work. Silly filly,” the nursery giggled with the bubbly laughter of Celestia. It was almost too good to be an imitation. “I know, let’s hoof paint!”

She grunted. The arms carried her over to the little plastic easel near the center of the room. Her last masterpiece, a squiggly mish-mash of green, pink and purple, was still up, but the set of paints below had been freshly replaced.

The machine set her down finally, her hooves sinking into the carpet. The hands moved to the easel to take down her old painting, but Twilight didn’t bother to watch.

Instead, she bolted. Now on all fours, she could scurry as fast as possible across the room. Which, actually, wasn’t that fast. Her poofy diaper spread her gait to comical proportions. What that stuck her with was less than the all out sprint she wanted and more of a slightly quick waddle.

And as such, she didn’t even make it past the tea table before new hands sprung from the walls and grabbed her.

“Twily.” The nursery was stern. It’s composite voice hit her with the disappointed tones of Cadence, her mother, and Princess Celestia all at once. Almost instinctively her ears flopped down in shame. “Don’t run off like that, sweetie.”

She clenched her jaw. Of course, she’d set the discipline to a nine last night! The nursery wasn’t just going to let her ignore it willy nilly. If it was already scolding her, it might try to punish her next.

That was probably be her only warning.

“Okay,” she grumbled to appease the AI.

It swung back to motherly at the drop of a hat. “Good. Then let’s get painting, shall we?”

Twilight bit her lip. What was she supposed to do now? She was too far from the button to make another run for it. Maybe inch away? No, that would take forever, and as if the AI would be duped by that anyway.

Come on, think! She commanded. I’m smarter than this thing, I know I can come up with a way out of here.

A new canvas was fixed against the easel, and the paints pulled out, waiting for her.

Twilight huffed as she sat down in front of it. Her plot sank into her diaper, compressing it to the sound of crinkles and escaping air. She’d have to play along with this to satisfy the nursery. Who knows what it’d do if she was uncooperative during play time.

Dipping a hoof into the orange paint, Twilight smeared it along the canvas. She didn’t bother with an artistic vision for this piece, her mind was decidedly elsewhere, frot with worry.

There has to be something I can do. If only the nursery wasn’t watching me like a mama hawk right now. It was true, the attention of all sixteen arms was on her, and the AI had months of training behind it to scrutinize her every move.

This AI was the ultimate warden of her cushy prison. And it was starting to look like she’d been stuck with a long sentence.

Her heart thumped in her throat, stomach all up in knots. Things were not looking good for her.

“What a lovely sun, sweetie,” the nursery cooed.

Twilight blinked back to reality, seeing the crude orange circle she’d been rubbing into the canvas. With a “Hmmph” of indifference she set her painting hoof down. “I guess so.”

“Oh Twily, no…” Hands sprang into action, reaching for her fore leg.

Confused, Twilight looked down to see her orange hoof leaving a stain on the carpet. The nursery’s arm shooed her away, and inspected the wet paint left behind.

“Sorry,” Twilight murmured as she dipped back into her thoughts.

“It’s okay sweetie, accidents happen.” Another hand snaked by her, aiming for one of the doors. In one swift move the hand opened it and pushed its way inside. Though the door was only open a crack, Twilight still caught a glimpse of tiled floors, a mirror, and a sink.

What are you up to? she wondered.

The sound of running water hit her ears suddenly, and her question was answered. It was going to try and clean up her mess.

Wait a second… The nursery was distracted. Or at least, one of its hands was. And maybe it didn’t have to be just one.

Twilight’s spark of inspiration caught fire. She dunked her hooves in more paint, before ripping them free and flinging them around. Green met the pristine white carpet. Blue specks dotted the wall.

“Twily!” The hand in the bathroom returned with a damp towel, and two more hands took its place by the sink. It was working.

Again, Twilight returned her hooves to the paints. Soon new stains appeared. Across the floor, along the wall, even a few spots on the ceiling. More hands ran into the bathroom, others frantically wiped down spots with wet towels.

“Stop being such a fussy filly, Twilight!”

She upheaved the easel, sending cans of paint dumping out across the floor. She allowed herself a sharp laugh of victory and stood. Over a dozen hands were hopping about the room, desperately trying to stop the stains from setting. Her mess making abilities were truly unparalleled.

But Twilight didn’t dawdle. She hadn’t won until that red button was pressed. Turning, she targeted the monitor across the room and went for it.

Her diaper still kept her hind legs splayed. She was forced to waddle like an infant, but that didn’t deter her.

Twilight toddled at top speed, making it passed the tea set in record time. She kept going, kicking a training potty out of her way as she reached the exit door. So close! She reached up, ready to slam the failsafe switch and end this foalish nightmare.

And then, her body lurched backwards.

“What?!” Twilight looked back to see one of the nursery’s hands grabbing her by the base of her tail. “NO!”

“Twilight, that was a very naughty thing to do.” The nursery’s voice was cold.

“Let me go!” She pulled against the hand’s grasp, but it was futile. She was out of reach of the failsafe, too. No matter how far she stretched her hoof it felt like the button was still just an inch too far away.

“I’m going to have to show my naughty little filly that what she did was wrong,” the AI said. It pulled on her tail, raising her plot into the air and forcing her hooves to the floor. “And I don’t care how long it takes.”

“Stop!” Twilight cried. She wiggled and clawed at the ground, but couldn’t get free. Her wings flapped blindly in an attempt to strike the arm, but it was pointless.

The nursery tugged, dragging Twilight across the floor. She practically dug a trail in the carpet with her hooves, trying to counter its strength.

“I don’t wanna be a foal anymore!” Twilight begged the AI. “Please, let me go. Just let me go!”

They passed the splatter zone, other hands still working diligently to thwart her mess. A few were finished, dropping their towels as they followed Twilight.

When the reached the stool on the other side of the room, Twilight began thrashing.

“No!” she begged. Her sore flanks weren’t ready for another lashing. She didn’t want another one. This wasn’t supposed to be happening! “No no no! Stop! No! Stop, please!”

Hands grabbed onto her legs. She was lifted, still wriggling around in desperation, and placed on the stool. All four of her legs were held down, while the hand holding onto her tail lifted it up to expose her diapered plot.

“NO! No no no!”

Two more hands came down, one carrying a paddle.

“No no no no no no no!”

The free arm approached her diaper, and groped it. The only thing it could get a hand on was the thick padding, and apparently that wasn’t good enough.

It grabbed a handful of padding and lifted it up. The fluffy insides of the diaper were shifted and pulled, as an uncomfortable wedgie took shape. Twilight’s purple cheeks were exposed to the cool air.

“No no nonononono!”

Padding bunched up and rubbed against her marehood, capturing its attention. Now Twilight was filled with a second kind of desperation, almost as strong as her first.

“Ah~! No… please no!” she groaned.

The hand holding the paddle reared back. “I’m sorry Twily. Mommy really doesn’t like having to do this.”

“NO!”

CRACK!

The first spank exploded against her plot. There was hardly any cushion thanks to her wedgie, giving her tender flanks no protection.

The wooden strike sent her plot rippling. Intense, fiery pain ignited. Her poor butt was reminded of last night in all the worst ways. And her marehood, in all the best ways.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

Steady, swift smacks rained down on her plot. These were no love taps. This was not a gentle instillment of a lesson.

No. This was a punishment.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

Tears sprung from her eyes. The pain was great, and only multiplied after each flurry of blows. Twilight cried out, horny and scared at the same time. All her marehood could do was beg for release as each smack sent it burning in about a hundred different ways.

It felt so bad! It felt so good.

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

There was no end in sight. Twilight’s plot was undoubtedly glowing red by now, but that didn’t seem to be good enough for the nursery.

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

“H-Help!” Twilight sobbed, facade fully cracking. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t escape. She just wanted this to end. “Somepony—A-Ah! Ouch!—Somepony help me!”

WHACK WHACK WHACK

This room was sound proof. She knew it; she had designed it. But she didn’t care.

“Somepony please! Help! HELP!”

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

“HEL—Mmmph!” When she wasn’t looking, the nursery shoved a baby blue pacifier into her mouth. A hand clamped over her muzzle to prevent her from spitting it out.

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

Twilight couldn’t scream for help anymore. She couldn’t even scream in pain anymore. She could only bite down on her pacifier, and sob. So she did.

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

Twilight whimpered and cried. Her plot burned, her marehood quivered uncontrollably. She was really stuck. All morning she’d been trying to avoid thinking about it, but it was true. She was trapped in her own nursery. Nopony would ever even be able to find her down here!

WHACK!

One last definitive spank against her plot, and the paddle slowly lifted away. Twilight sniveled, sucked, and moaned. For a moment, it was ever so tempting to just give up. Especially with a small, depraved part of her craving more.

“There we go. Has my little filly learned her lesson, now?”

“Mmmrrr!” Twilight struggled to nod as tears ran down her face.

Her desire to escape was still there, naturally. In fact, getting punished so harshly only made her want to break out even more. But deep down, for the first time, she didn’t believe she could do it by herself.

And that was terrifying.

Starlight Glimmer teleported into the throne room of Friendship Castle. Rows of scrolls and stacks of paperwork greeted her, but the room was suspiciously silent. Her brow furrowed and she gave a cursory glance around.

“Twilight?”

No response.

She grunted, disappearing from the room in a flash of blue light.

She reappeared in Twilight’s bedroom. She found undisturbed sheets, but not the mare she was looking for.

“Twilight?” she called out just to be on the safe side. Predictably there wasn’t an answer.

Starlight huffed and teleported again.

The dining hall? Nothing.

The kitchen? Nada.

Every bathroom in the castle? Bubkiss. Zilch. Zero.

Finally, she teleported into Spike’s room.

“Ah!” The young dragon fell out of his bed when she burst in. “Starlight!”

“Hey, sorry.” She winced. “Uh, my bad.”

Spike sat up, rubbing his head. “Ever heard of knocking?”

She winced. “I said sorry.”

Spike stood, stretching away the last of his sleepiness. “Whatever. Did you need something?”

“I’m looking for Twilight, but I can’t find her anywhere. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?”

“I just woke up,” Spike pointed out. “Suddenly and violently, I might add.”

Starlight rolled her eyes. “I’ll knock next time, geez.”

“What do you need Twilight for anyway?” Spike asked.

“Well, Trixie’s coming over today for a magic lesson. I wanted to make sure Twilight had a heads up, considering they don’t really… get along.”

Spike raised a brow. “You mean Trixie doesn’t get along with Twilight.”

A begrudging sigh. “...Yeah.”

“Well I’m sure Twilight’s around,” Spike said as he made his way to the door. “It’s my turn to run errands today, and I don’t think she had any plans besides more Princess work.”

Starlight teleported into the hall to meet him. “But she wasn’t working on anything in the throne room,” she said when the door opened.

“Then maybe she’s still sleeping?” Spike offered.

“Nope.”

“Getting breakfast?”

“Checked. No.”

“What about her library?”

“N—” Starlight froze. And wanted to smack herself.

She hadn’t checked there yet! And it was so obvious too. After all, where else would that bookworm of a Princess be?

“That’s it!” Her horn charged as she prepared another teleportation spell. “Thanks Spike!”

She didn’t even wait for his response, appearing before rows of bookshelves in a burst of blue light.

It was hard to believe this hadn’t been the first place she’d checked. Seriously, was there a room in the castle Twilight loved more than her personal study? Not that Starlight could blame her, if she had a personal collection this impressive she’d never want to part with it either.

Turning around, she faced the room, expecting to see a purple mare curled up on the couch nearby, hunched over the table, or poking around the upper shelves of books.

Instead, she saw an empty room.

Starlight frowned, her brow furrowed. Twilight wasn’t here? That was disappointing. Had she gone out anyway, despite what Spike thought?

It was a conundrum, but not the only one she’d have to solve. Coming out of her thoughts, Starlight found herself staring at one of the bookshelves near the front of the room.

It looked… off. Like it had popped off the wall somehow. Curious, Starlight trotted over to get a better look.

“What the—?” Starlight blinked in confusion. Rounding the corner of the bookshelf, she came face to face with a set of stairs.

It looked like this bookshelf wasn’t in front of a wall, but instead a secret passage. Starlight hadn’t even realized this was that kind of castle. The stairs descended deep into the ground, so far that eventually the steps just bled into the shadows and disappeared.

Starlight wrinkled her brow. What was this? Why was it here? Who made this? Plenty more questions ran through her mind, but one took center stage right away: Does this have anything to do with why I can’t find Twilight?

Her gut said yes. Twilight disappears and a mysterious secret passage just happens to be out in the open? Way too much of a coincidence. She was probably somewhere beyond these steps.

Of course, just looking at them gave Starlight a bad feeling, like maybe going down them would be a mistake. Still, she felt compelled to. Her curiosity was piqued, and she was already looking for Twilight anyway.

Hesitantly, Starlight descended the stairs into the darkness.

Double Trouble

Twilight sniffled and whimpered quietly. Her red bottom was sat squarely on the stool, being given no respite after the brutal lashing it had just received. Her oversized diaper helped, but a cushion could only do so much to assuage her stinging, burning cheeks.

She was stuck in time out, facing the corner while the many hands of the nursery scrubbed away the mess she’d made. Twilight knew that stepping out of line here would mean another round with the paddle. She stayed put and merely suckled on her pacifier.

Ideas ran through her head, but no escape plan she could come up with seemed viable anymore. The nursery was well equipped to handle her at this point, so unless she could free her horn she was stuck. But any plans for that were equally dashed. She knew the nursery was keeping a close eye on her, especially after that last escape attempt. If she even so much as touched the ring on her horn she could very well get another spanking session for that too.

In short, she had no idea what to do. Maybe, maybe, the nursery would leave her unattended for a moment and she’d be able to switch it off.

She snorted. With it’s mothering matrix maxed out? Unlikely.

At night the AI would go into a less active mode in order to recharge, process the days events, and calibrate itself. That would be about the only time she wasn’t going to be under constant scrutiny.

But she couldn’t wait until nighttime! She had to get out now. More of that dreaded paperwork was bound to pile up while she sat here doing nothing. Not to mention ponies would eventually go looking for her. While she doubted anyone would find her down here, she didn’t want to cause any worry. Not to mention she would not be looking forward to explaining where she was.

She shifted in her seat, plot radiating pain. Twilight whimpered into her pacifier and suckled. She also had to escape before she got spanked again.

Her marehood was still quivering from the last one. It nagged her while she tried to think, demanding release. It really didn’t help that her diaper was smushed right up against it. The padding rubbed her slit with each movement, sending shudders through her body.

Twilight shifted again. Her plot stung, but her marehood shivered. She moaned into her pacifier.

Maybe… maybe I should take care of this, she thought. I can’t be expected to concentrate on escaping while I’m all hot and bothered…

That thought wasn’t fleeting either. In fact, it stuck out as the one good idea she’d had so far. After all, she’d been teased since yesterday. And this was a room specifically built so she could take care of those urges.

It wasn’t like she needed a lot of convincing.

Another shift in her seat, another delightful rub of floof against her marehood. That tears it!

Her hoof dove into her crotch.

“Nn~” Twilight bit down on her pacifier. The barrage of poofy padding against her marehood was intense. It flooded her folds, soaking up the first juices from her already wet pussy. “Ngahh!”

She rubbed. Back and forth, slowly and deliberately. Her marehood grew hot and tingled as the padding brushed against it. The sensation was as incredible as it always was, and her constant edging lately only heightened her desire for more.

“Gah~ Ahh, ahh huhh!” Twilight picked up speed, digging deeper into the padding.

The sting of her backside didn’t feel so painful anymore. In fact, the memory of her spanks only made her more horny. The radiating pain was a turn on more than anything at this point.

“Oooh~ Oh Celestia,” Twilight moaned. She was getting close. Her pacifier fell out of her mouth as her gasps of pleasure grew stronger.

“Okay, Twily,” Hands suddenly wrapped around her body, gripping her below the shoulders once again.. “I think you can come out of time out now.”

The hands tugged her into the air, pulling her fore legs away from her crotch in the process. Twilight whined, kicking all four hooves in protest. “Wait, no!”

Her marehood ached as the pressure left. Her padding crinkled back into place, it’s fluffy interior leaving her bereft of a climax.

“Come on!” Twilight complained. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air. She couldn’t even bring them together to try to bunch up her padding against her her marehood. The diaper was just too thick.

All she was left with was a cloying set of privates and a feeling of frustration. After so much teasing already today, she’d just about had it.

“Aww, sweetie, you dropped your paci.” An arm reached down to chase the dropped device. Meanwhile the hands carrying her brought her around to face the rest of the room.

The nursery had done an admirable job cleaning itself. The white carpet still had a faded orange stain on it, but it was about as perfect as one could expect after what she had done to it. ‘If you weren’t looking for it, you could easily miss it.

Twilight also noticed the easel was folded and resting against the wall, unlikely to be played with again. She grumbled a little at that. Her failed escape attempt had cost her.

But if nothing else she was off her stinging plot. As arousing as the pain was, it didn’t take away from the fact that it was truly uncomfortable. Hanging in the air like this was probably the best thing for her butt right now. But it also meant she couldn’t finish rubbing one in, nor could she focus on escape.

The pacifier reappeared, shoving its way back between her lips. Twilight grumbled, but accepted it. Right now she couldn’t afford to get on the nursery’s bad side again; it could ruin her next escape attempt.

“There we go, sweetie.” A finger pushed the pacifier against her mouth, keeping it in place. Twilight rolled her eyes. She knew the AI wanted her to suckle, but she really wasn’t in the mood. Her tingling marehood was about the only thing she could focus on.

“Now let’s give that diaper a check, shall we?” A new hand reached for her crotch.

Twilight kicked. “I cwean,” she protested. Couldn’t the stupid thing just put her down already?

“Now now, Twily, don’t be so fussy.” More hands appeared, latching onto her legs and pulling them out even further than her diaper already splayed them.

Twilight swallowed. The nursery had her on a very short leash right now.

The hand groped her diaper. Padding leapt back against her marehood, and Twilight practically purred. Her folds were once again swallowed by floof. The lingering embers of her arousal sparked back into a raging fire.

“Mmmph~!” Twilight arched her back, hooves curling. The nursery continued thumbing the crotch of her diaper, checking for wetness. And right now, she definitely was. Just… not the kind of wet the nursery was expecting to find.

Fingers hooked around against the seat of the diaper, as the palm continued exploring her crotch. Padding rubbed against her, scratching that oh-so sensitive itch.

It wasn’t long before Twilight was back on the edge. Chewing on her pacifier, her eyes rolled back. She could feel an orgasm coming, and she found herself pleading that the nursery wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

She was so distracted by the diaper check that she almost didn’t hear the metallic taps coming from the otherside of the room. But when she did, her ears pricked up. Her attention locked onto the door across the room. The door outside. The door somepony was knocking on.

The nursery paused too, keeping a hand buried in her diaper, leaving Twilight perpetually on the edge.

“Hello?” Came an inquisitive voice from the other side of the door. Twilight’s pupils shrank. Starlight!

“Starwight!” She cried out. “In here! Helwp!” Her situation was lost on her. All of a sudden Twilight saw a way out, and that was all she could focus on right now. Even her libido was taking a back seat on this one, though barely.

“Helwp me!” she yelled again. It was no good, the room was still soundproof to the outside. Twilight was able to hear Starlight, but Starlight would only get silence, no matter what.

There was a pause, probably as Starlight decided what to do. For a moment, Twilight’s heart seized at the thought that she’d leave. But instead, the knob clicked and the door gave way.

Starlight walked into the nursery, eyes squinting at the harsh lights. She blinked everything into focus. “What is this—“ She froze at the sight of Twilight. “—place…?”

It was then that Twilight realized just how she must have looked. Held in mid air, pacifier in her mouth, diaper around her waist, and mechanical hand around her diaper.

“T-Twilight?” Starlight’s jaw was on the floor.

It took a whole femtosecond for the humiliation to set in. A blush spread from cheek to cheek, redder than her glowing flanks. She squirmed against the arms that held her, doing basically nothing. And the hand against her crotch… Never in her life did Twilight wish so desperately not to cum.

“It’s nawt wha’ it wooks wike!” Twilight insisted. She couldn’t even spit out her pacifier.

“Uh...” Starlight looked like she was struggling to form words. “R-Right…” She snickered, covering her mouth with a hoof. Her eyes were on Twilight’s diaper.

“I’m sewious!” Twilight cried, face burning. She couldn’t believe somepony had actually found her before she managed to escape. How was she supposed to explain this now?

She shook her head; that wasn’t important right now. She still had to get out of the nursery. “Starwight, push da—AaauUUOooh~” The nursery’s hand left her diaper, sending a shudder of pleasure through her body.

“Aww, hello there, little filly. Are you a new playmate for Twily?”

Starlight’s brow scrunched at the sound of the disembodied voice. “Uh, Twilight what was that?”

“Da—gah… uuh…—da nuwsewy,” she wheezed out. She was trying so desperately not to climax. Her situation was already hard enough to explain as is.

“And what’s your name, precious?” The nursery cooed.

“I’m Starlight Glimmer.” Starlight looked around, trying to pin point the source of the voice. “And who… er, what are you?”

“You can call me Mommy, Glim Glam.” Hands descended from the ceiling.

Starlight’s snout scrunched and she stepped backwards toward the door. “Uh… okay, this is getting pretty weird. I’m just gonna go—“

Twilight wrenched her head away from the hand on her face. She spat out her pacifier and screamed, “HIT THE BUTTON!”

Starlight flinched. The hands above closed in on her while she looked around. Finally her eyes fell on the control panel. She looked back to Twilight. “That but—?”

Two hands suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

“Hey!” Starlight shrugged them off. Stepping away, she only put distance between herself and the failsafe.

Twilight felt her stomach drop like a rock. She had a bad feeling about this. “THE BUTTON!” she screamed again. “JUST HIT IT! HURRY!”

“Now don’t worry, Glim Glam. Mommy’s going to take good care of you, I promise.” The hands reached for her again.

Starlight shot a glance from them to Twilight. “Okay, what the heck is going on here?”

Twilight kicked uselessly at the two hands holding her hind legs. It was clear Starlight wasn’t aware of the danger she was in. If she had been, she’d be slamming that red button like there was no tomorrow.

“It wants to treat you like a foal!” she cried. “You hav—MMMPHMMFF!” Her pacifier forced its way back into her mouth, cutting off her warning. Twilight couldn’t even spit it out; the hand kept it pressed in place with a finger yet again.

Starlight at least seemed to get the message. She backed away from the approaching hands, but new ones popped out from the wall just behind her.

Twilight tried warning her with muffled screams, but despite her thrashing Starlight didn’t see them. Instead she just stepped up to the control panel completely unaware.

But she still had time!

Starlight raised her hoof, ready to press the failsafe. Relief overcame Twilight. This nightmare was finally going to end. But then Starlight paused and that fantasy shattered.

She turned to a fearful Twilight. “Which button do I need to—?”

The hands got her.

Three from behind managed to get her sides and the base of her tail. Starlight flinched. When she turned around to look at them the other two from the front caught up to her and grabbed her forelegs.

“Stop it!” Starlight cried out.

“Mmmph! Mmrph! Mrrrhrrrhrr!” Twilight screamed. Red! How could she forget to say it was the freaking red button?

The hands lifted Starlight into the air. Starlight had other plans.

Her horn ignited, filling the room with a brilliant blue. In a flash she teleported out of the hands’ grasps. They were left floundering momentarily while their captive reappeared at Twilight’s side.

“Seriously, what is up with this thing?” She asked.

Starlight’s aura wrapped around the hands holding Twilight and ripped them away. Twilight plopped on the ground, yelping as her sore plot was introduced to the floor.

“Hmm, seems my little Glim Glam has the same problem Twily did,” the nursery mused.

Twilight stood, spitting out her pacifier again. “Red!” she cried, almost angry. “It’s the red button!”

“Geez, calm down,” Starlight said. Twilight was acutely aware that the hands were already regrouping. “You’re acting crazy.”

“Don’t get overconfident!” Twilight begged, pointing to the now ten hands approaching them. “And don’t waste time! We need to hit the failsafe and get out of here!”

Blue magic snapped around all ten arms, freezing them. “I’m pretty sure I can handle anything this nursery can throw at me,” Starlight replied with a smirk. She wiggled the hands in her grasp like they were toys. “Why can’t you?”

“Because—“ Before Twilight could point to her inhibitor ring, she froze. Right behind Starlight, a new hand was approaching, wielding yet another one of those accursed rings. “Behind you!”

Starlight didn’t even hesitate. She teleported reflexively, right before the inhibitor ring slipped over her horn. The hand dropped the band over nothing and it flopped on the ground.

Starlight ended up across the room by the changing table. Her magical hold extended to the eleventh hand when she saw it. Her smirk only grew.

“See?” Starlight called to her. A twelfth hand descended from the ceiling, a new ring in its grasp. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Twilight’s body stiffened. “Look ou—”

Too late.

The ring slid over Starlight’s horn. It fizzled immediately, then sputtered out.

Starlight’s eyes went wide. She looked up, seeing the hand and touching the metal ring around her horn. “…Oh.”

The eleven hands she’d been holding were now free once again. They wiggled free from their clusters and zoomed toward Starlight. She tried to pry the ring off of her horn, but there was just no time.

“No!” she screamed as all eleven hands clasped onto her body. Starlight resisted, thrashing and flailing with all her might, but it was a losing battle. “Stop! STOP!” Starlight screamed.

Hands held down each leg, locking her firmly in place before moving her. Starlight continued her struggle as she was lifted into the air. It was impressive how little she was actually moving, despite using all her strength. She was set down on the changing table.

“There we go little one. No more of those magical oopsies anymore. Now let’s get you diapered up so you can play with Twily.”

“Let me go!”

Twilight’s heart sank. Starlight had been her best chance of escape, but now she was doomed to the same fate as her. And possibly worse, there was no way she wasn’t going to find out what this nursery was for now.

But then, Twilight realized something. She was free! Four hooves on the ground, and the nursery’s attention focused elsewhere. Her gaze shot over to the failsafe on the wall. It was completely unguarded.

Yes! Now was the perfect time to strike. Twilight scampered forward, almost tripping over the size of her own gait. She slowed to a waddle, but made headway.

“Hold on!” Twilight called out to Starlight. The pink unicorn screamed in response. She was kicking and squirming, as a diaper was set beneath her undercarriage.

Twilight reached the halfway point and kept going. She was so close! The failsafe! The open door! Freedom! She could just about cry.

So of course she was crushed when two more hands appeared before her.

She practically skidded to a halt, ears dropping. Was she about to be spanked again? She didn’t think her plot could take another beating, as much as the thought excited her.

“Don’t worry, Twily. Mommy hasn’t forgotten about you,” the nursery cooed. One of the hands reached back and nudged the door closed. Twilight watched the stairs behind it disappear with a thud. The other hand approached her, and she realized it was holding something.

Her pacifier, but upgraded.

A thick, rubber strap was attached to the guard. Twilight gulped.

“Since you keep losing it so much,” The nursery explained.

Twilight stumbled back and tripped. She landed on her diapered plot, sore flanks sinking into the padding with quiet screams.

The hands looped the strap around her head. She would struggle, but what was the point? All that would happen is another spanking. She couldn’t win against the nursery, not like this anyway.

With the strap against the back of her head, the nursery pulled the pacifier until the rubber was taut. The fingers released, snapping the pacifier into her mouth with a loud TWACK!

Twilight whimpered as the guard smacked her lips. The rubber nipple of her pacifier was back in her mouth, settling onto her tongue despite her best efforts.

“Bu—But I don’ wan’ my paci,” Twilight sniffled. The nursery scooped her up, giving her a pat on the head.

“Don’t worry sweetie, it’ll help you calm down.” One of the hands booped her nose. “Now don’t you want to play with your new friend?”

Twilight sniffled. Tears threatened, and she was tempted to let them loose. How could her situation keep getting worse and worse?

She was spun around, just in time to see Starlight be lifted from the changing table. She had a fresh diaper wrapped around her flanks, and an angry glare on her face. Only a few hands were taking care of her now; apparently the nursery decided she wasn’t all that dangerous anymore. Despite this, Starlight still swatted at the few that were around her.

Still too afraid to defy the nursery right now, Twilight just hung her head in shame. “O’tay,” she answered.

“Good girl!” The two of them sailed through the air, finally meeting up just above the playpen. Twilight couldn’t make eye contact with Starlight. Her face just cycled through shades of red as the other mare struggled against the hands.

“Put me down!” Starlight yelled. The nursery obliged, lowering them both into the playpen.

“Have fun you two!” The nursery chirped. A handful of hands hovered nearby. “Just call for your Mommy if you need me.”

Twilight bit down on her pacifier. She rolled on her flanks, trying to find an angle to sit on that didn’t sting. Her marehood was in anguish, so close to a climax only to have it ripped away in the end. And Twilight wasn’t exactly eager to return to it given her new playmate.

Starlight was stunned still for a second. But when that ended, hooves scrambled. She went for her horn ring first, but soon learned same as Twilight had that it was just to tight to take off by herself.

Her attention then turned to the diaper, hooves ripping at the tapes and legs kicking as she tried to get it off. She was tomato-faced as the garment crinkled with each touch. Her legs stiffened and kicked as she struggled with it, but eventually she managed to peel the tapes a little ways off.

“Wait!” Twilight said, finally stepping in. Starlight glared at her, but paused. “If woo twy to take it off idd’ll punish woo.”

Starlight huffed, but left her diaper alone. It crinkled as she tried to get comfortable, and she winced, no doubt unfamiliar with all the sensations of wearing a diaper. Her cheeks were pinker than usual by the time she finally managed to sit.

At least she only had one of the Sunnies. Twilight would kill to get out of her Nightie; if she’d had a smaller diaper back there she might’ve made it to the control panel in time.

Actually, she may get one soon. She could feel her bladder rear its ugly head again. She’d ignored it once before already, and that had only made it worse. Now it ached for release.

Twilight shifted in a poor attempt to cross her legs. She couldn’t afford to pee herself now. Not with Starlight watching. She was just going to have to hold it.

“What the heck is going on?” Starlight whispered, catching her attention. Her eyes glanced at the nursery’s hands, as if she feared eavesdropping.

Twilight bit her pacifier and twiddled her hooves. Eventually, she decided that she’d have to tell the truth. “I been stuck down hewe since wast night.”

“Okay,” Starlight said, as if that didn’t explain anything. “But what is “here”? Why were you down here in the first place? And… oh yeah, what the heck is going on?”

Twilight chewed her paci, dreading this part.. “O’tay… but, pwease don’ get mad at me.”

Starlight thought about it for a moment. “Alright…”

Twilight sniffled again. “And… pwease don’ waff at me.”

“Alright.”

Twilight took a deep breath. She really wished she didn’t have to do this with the pacifier, but she didn’t have much of a choice right now. “I… I buiwt dis nursewy. For myself.” Her lips twitched.

Starlight blinked, processing. “Okay…”

“A-And… wast night I was tiwred. So I came down hewe to… wewax. And I got stuck.”

Starlight nodded, but her brow was furrowed. “How?”

Twilight swallowed. “I pwogwammed the nursewy to take care of me, but it wen’ too far. Now I can’ stop it unless I hit da wed button.” She pointed.

“You can’t just tell it to stop?” Starlight asked.

Twilight shook her head. “I nevah pwogwammed voice commands. It… it was a wot of wowk and I jus’ wanted to…” she sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I nevah needed dem untiw now.”

“Right...” Starlight’s voice was straining to stay even. She could see Twilight’s face was even more flushed than her own. “Why did you even want something like this?”

Twilight’s stomach was all up in knots. “I…” She squeezed her eyes shut, turning away. No, she couldn’t explain it to Starlight. Hadn’t she been humiliated enough already? Twilight just resorted to suckling on her pacifier, hoping the subject would change.

Sensing her discomfort, Starlight just sighed. “So, to get this straight, you made a program to baby you, lost control of it, and now we’re both stuck in a nursery that’s going to treat us like foals for… how long?”

Twilight bit her pacifier. “I-Indefinetwy.”

“Indefinitely,” Starlight repeated, sourly. “That’s just… great.”

“I’m sowwy!” Twilight cried, nearly ready to burst into tears. “I nevah meant for woo to get caught up in dis, I sweawr!”

“I believe you,” Starlight said, trying to calm her. “Seriously. I bet this is the last thing you ever wanted anypony to see.”

She sniffled and nodded. “How did woo even know I was hewe?”

“You left that bookshelf-door thingy open,” Starlight said. She forced a laugh. “Might wanna be more careful next time.”

“Yeah,” Twilight sniffled.

“But it’s a good thing you weren’t, cause now I can help you get out of here,” Starlight told her, smiling.

Twilight blinked back tears. “W-Woo not gonna make fun of me?”

“I don’t exactly have a lot of ground to stand on right now,” Starlight gestured to her diaper. “Thanks to this stupid thing.”

“Heh, yeah.” Twilight managed a smile behind her guard.

“But trust me, once we get outta here you’ve earned a boatload of teasing,” Starlight smirked.

Twilight furrowed her brow, but couldn’t exactly deny it. She’d gotten Starlight trapped in here after all.

“Now come on,” Starlight pushed herself up and offered her a hoof. “Let’s go press that button.”

Twilight reached out her hoof, but hesitated. She had a feeling Starlight still didn’t understand the gravity of their situation. She’d yet to be at the receiving end of the nursery’s spanks.

Still, she took that hoof. Starlight’s determination was a life preserver after a morning spent drowning in hopelessness. It helped that she seemed to be understanding too.

“Come on.” Starlight toddled over to the play pen’s wall, face flushing at her infantilized walk. She reached up to the top of the mesh prison, ready to hop over the edge.

“Wait!” Twilight called out. Starlight froze. “If you try to leave it’ll stop you.”

Starlight frowned. “Well, we have to do something. Do you have a plan?”

“Weww…” Twilight bit her lip. She still couldn’t think of anything. The nursery had every angle covered and every advantage. Even exploiting its weaknesses hadn’t worked, as her plot could attest. “Maybe we shouwd just stay put and wait for a better oppowtunity.”

Starlight furrowed her brow. “Look, no offense, but I’m not staying a second longer in diapers than I have to. I’m gonna need more than a ‘maybe’.”

Twilight chewed on her pacifier. This was the first time the AI wasn’t constantly coddling her. Would they really get a better opportunity than this? Maybe she was just too fearful of another spanking.

Her plot whimpered, making a good argument for why she should be.

Twilight shook her head. No, they weren’t going to make any progress just waiting around. It would be better to try. Even a failure would be preferable than lying down and accepting her fate. “O’tay, wet’s go.”

“Now you’re talking.” While Twilight waddled over to the edge of the play pen, Starlight hopped up. She managed to get a single hind leg up on the edge before the hands whirred to life.

“Uh oh, is somefilly getting antsy?”

It grabbed up Starlight pretty quickly. Twilight winced, preparing for retaliation, but it didn’t seem like the nursery was all that upset.

“Here, let Mommy play with you a bit.” The nursery set Starlight down, but it’s hands didn’t leave her. Instead it picked up a rattle from the scattered foal paraphernalia around them and started shaking it in her face.

Starlight gave the nursery a disgusted look, but when she saw Twilight she motioned for her to keep going while she struggled against the arms around her.

Twilight gulped, nervous enough already for what might happen. She reached up to the top of the playpen and grabbed on.

Nothing happened.

Taking a deep breath she brought up her hind leg. It was a struggle with her poofy diaper butt working against her, but she managed to touch her hind leg on the edge the way Starlight had.

Nothing happened.

That was a surprise, considering Starlight had only made it this far. Twilight looked around to make sure no hands were coming for her and somehow none were.

She kept going, pushing herself up the rail. It wasn’t easy with her diaper in the way, but Twilight managed to jump up and roll over the top of the playpen.

“Oof!” She plopped down on the carpet outside. Her bladder almost released then and there, but Twilight barely managed to hold it back.

She’d actually made it.

Before getting up, she looked around. Only three of the nursery’s sixteen hands were active. They were still busy playing with Starlight, despite her best struggles.

Twilight pressed her lips together. Odd. Why were none coming for her? It’s not like there weren’t hands available.

“Twilight,” Starlight cried. “Go!”

“Mmph!” Twilight scrambled to get her footing. She couldn’t waste this chance!

It would take too long to stand, so Twilight just crawled. It was actually easier with her diaper anyway. Less chance to trip this way.

She scooted across the carpet. It was painfully slow, but better than nothing. The whole while, Twilight still couldn’t shake the idea that something was wrong. Why wasn’t she being pursued?

Sure, it wasn’t like she could complain. With the failsafe in sight, it felt like they might actually escape this time. But it was just… too easy.

“Hmm…” Twilight suckled as she thought. What was going on here?

Lost in thought, her hoof bumped into the plastic training potty. Twilight barely paid attention to it, and just kicked it out of the way.

“Oh.”

She froze, hair standing up on end. Hands appeared nearby. She was spotted, and still too far from the button to do anything.

“Mmm!” she squeaked in fear. Now she was going to get it! Another spanking for sure.

“Twily, what are you doing out of your playpen?” The nursery asked. So it had only just now noticed her.

“I sowwy,” she managed, trying to sink into the floor.

A hand picked up the training potty she’d kicked away and set it upright. “Aww, did you want to use the potty like a big girl?”

Twilight chewed her pacifier. Words stumbled around in her mind and died at her tongue.

The hands finally approached her. “Well you should have just told your Mommy instead of leaving your playpen, silly filly.”

She let out a sigh of relief. If it was using nicknames then it wasn’t angry with her. The hands grabbed her, but she didn’t resist. If it was just going to take her back to the play pen then there was no need too.

It didn’t take her back to the playpen.

Instead, Twilight was in the air for a whopping second and a half before her diapered bottom met the training potty. Her padding crinkled to make room for the plastic seat. The hands holding her didn’t leave, instead opting to keep her steady on her new chair.

“Okay sweetie, go ahead and go potty!” The nursery encouraged.

Twilight paled. It wanted her to… Oh no.

She shot a glance at Starlight, who was definitely looking at her. Even at this distance Twilight could see a brow climbing up that pink forehead.

Her ears flopped down. Did she have to? She could feel her bladder ache. It was nearly full, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t put this off until she and Starlight escaped, right?

Except, was the nursery even going to accept a clean diaper here? It seemed to think Twilight had left that play pen just to use the potty. That might be the only reason she was getting leniency right now. Her butt still stung from the session earlier, not helped by the forced seat she was taking; she didn’t want another lashing right now. Or ever.

Twilight mulled over her options, suckling her pacifier in thought. What could she do?

“Aww, is somepony having trouble with her potty training?” The nursery cooed. “It’s okay that you’re not a big girl yet, Twily.”

She grunted, but her cheeks flushed. Even in a situation like this she could help but enjoy being treated like a filly on some level.

Her bladder complained loudly. It seemed focusing on her need to go wasn’t helping. Twilight whined into her pacifier and slumped.

Maybe… Maybe I should just go, she thought. Afterall, a change into a smaller diaper would only help right now. Her stupid Nightie had kept her from escaping properly how many times now?

If only she didn’t have an audience. With Starlight right there, Twilight could do nothing but hesitate.

“There there, sweetie.” The nursery stroked her mane. “Just take your time.”

“Mmmm!” she groaned. Great, it was going to keep her here until she peed herself, wasn’t it? Well, in that case…

Twilight shifted on the plastic seat, trying to get more comfortable. She looked to the ceiling, unable to meet Starlight’s eyes. If she was going to have to do this, might as well just get it over with.

“Mmmm…” Twilight relaxed her bladder. It was so second nature now that she didn’t even have to try.

Hissssss

Twilight winced. In the quiet nursery, there was no avoiding that noise. Starlight definitely heard it, but Twilight didn’t look. Her face still flushed anyway, and ears flopped down. Her focus remained squarely on the ceiling.

Warm pee leapt into her diaper. It met up with a dam of padding ready to soak it up. Within seconds the fluffy interior became damp. Seconds more and it was soggy.

Twilight’s hind legs stiffened at the sensation. Warm, wet padding now tickled her pent up marehood. She could feel her libido revving back up at the slightest graze against her diaper.

“Mmm! Mmmm~”

Despite instinct, Twilight managed to hold her hooves away from her crotch. A feat that only grew harder the longer she peed.

Her diaper kept getting soggier as the wetting continued. As thick and fluffy as the Nightie was, it was almost ill equipped to handle the flood Twilight had unleashed on it. The padding became heavy with how much it was absorbing. New pee was forced to spread out and find drier corners to pollute.

Twilight could feel the warm stain expand. First along her inner thighs, then down by her plot to say hi to her cheeks. The damp sensation was soothing against her aching butt, and she had to hold back a moan. Against her better judgement she glanced down to check to damage. Surprisingly, her Nightie looked clean and dry on the outside, even though she knew that wasn’t the case.

Well… it is really big.

Her steady stream slowed until it was a mere dribble. Twilight breathed a sigh of relief now that it was over. She felt so much better.

She shifted atop the plastic potty, feeling her diaper slosh around. Her face burned a deep red, but it was her marehood that was really on fire. The sensation: warm, wet, padded… it was all a little much to handle right now.

Her twice-teased libido begged for a third-time's-the-charm scenario, but Twilight couldn’t obliged. Not in front of Starlight, at least.

Twilight looked up to see how her friend was doing. Starlight had turned away to give her a modicum of privacy, but the tips of her ears were a fiery red. She’d definitely heard every last drop.

Twilight’s cheeks were going to melt right off if her blush grew any hotter. She chewed her pacifier while holding back a moan.

Today can’t possibly get any worse.

She sat for a moment, waiting for the hands holding her down to free her from the training potty. The nursery made no attempt to. The only hands active where the ones still shaking the rattle for Starlight, while the AI cooed at her.

Twilight frowned. What was going on? She’d peed herself; surely the nursery knew that. But it almost seemed like it was ignoring… her…

Wait a second. A light bulb went off over her head. Is that why…?

It must be! The nursery was having trouble looking after two fillies at once. It made sense; it was so used to caring for just her, and with it’s learning algorithm at a four out of ten there was no way it could have perfectly adapted by now.

This could be how they escape!

“Mmm! Mmmph!” Twilight yelped into her pacifier. Her eureka moment was so powerful she completely forgot her situation. “Oh… wight…”

Hands gripped her side, and a soggy diaper gripped her hips. She’d have to fix these first.

The nursery still wasn’t paying attention to her. That, or it was waiting for her to call for it. For “Mommy”. Twilight groaned. Guess she’d just have to say it.

“I…” she blushed. Starlight cocked her head in her direction. Twilight slammed her eyes shut. “I made a peepee!”

Silence. Twilight could feel nothing but the burn of her cheeks and the wet padding against her hips. Then, finally…

“Aww, did wittle Twily finally use the potty-wotty?”

She cringed. For a moment, Twilight opened her eyes. Instant regret; she locked eyes with Starlight.

“Y-Yes,” she struggled to say.

The hands holding her sides jerked upwards. Twilight was carried into the air, as a new hand reach down for her...

“Wait!” Twilight cried.

The hand grabbed her crotch. Wet padding jumped into her marehood. Her already desperate privates now went for round three with the diaper. And it was good.

Twilight could fight back a moan that escaped her paci. It dropped the room into another deafening silence, save the sounds of the nursery fondling her wet spot.

squish. squish. squish. squish.

Starlight had undoubtedly heard. She burned some holes in the opposite wall, flopped ears a bright red.

But even that flush couldn’t compare to Twilight’s. Her face wasn’t even purple anymore, just a mishmash of pinks and reds that only dipped into deeper shades as time passed.

Finally the fingers withdrew, leaving Twilight’s marehood bleating for more. She took deep, sharp breaths just trying to calm down. Sooooo close… but she couldn’t let herself cum. That would create an awkwardness singularity she and Starlight wouldn’t never escape from, let alone this room.

“Looks like my little Twilight is all wet,” the nursery teased. It booped her nose. “But still not quite ready to use a big girl potty.”

Twilight grumbled a little as the nursery carried her over to the changing table. At least she’d be freed from this cloud of a diaper soon.

The nursery laid her down on the cold plastic of the changing table. Twilight shivered at the touch, but got used to it quickly. The routine of changing diapers commenced, with four hands on duty.

Twilight looked to the ceiling while supplies were grabbed and her tapes undone. Under normal circumstances, she’d be having a blast right now. In fact, on some level she was enjoying herself… she guessed. After all, it was hard for diapers to not be fun for her. But that didn’t mean she should even try to enjoy herself. She had to shut the nursery down, for her sake and Starlight’s.

She groaned into her paci-gag. Sweet Celestia, Starlight knows now! She hadn’t stopped to consider just what that meant before. Her deepest, darkest, most humiliating secret was on the table now. What was she going to do? Starlight wouldn’t tell anypony, right? Probably not, but this was still the type of thing that would prevent them from making eye contact for a long, long time. Was their friendship in jeopardy?

Twilight whined. Of course it was. If she’d gotten stuck in somepony’s fetish dungeon against her will, that would certainly put a damper on the magic of friendship between them.

Great. Twilight bemoaned as her soggy diaper was peeled back. Phenomenal even. Just perfect!

Her privates shivered at the rush of cool air. Her quivering marehood almost couldn’t take it.

Wipes rushed in and cleaned her up, while the diaper was tugged away. The hands operated efficiently, balling up the diaper and tossing it while unfolding a new one. Twilight found her legs lifted and a new slab of padding pushed underneath. Powder soon followed, before her plot met the new, plush interior that would soon hold it.

In the end, she barely had any time to get used to life without a diaper. Her new one was hugging her hips in no time.

She at least breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the Sun Cutie Mark at her crotch. The new, slimmer diaper finally let her gait regain some lost ground. Her legs were still spread, of course, but it was much more manageable this way.

“There we go, you cutie-patootie.” The nursery pinched her cheek. “All clean and happy.”

Twilight blushed. Only one of those is true! she insisted.

But the nursery couldn’t hear that, nor would it have cared. It just lifted her up and turned her around back to the room. Twilight let all four legs dangle; she knew resisting this part was useless.

When her attention turned back to the nursery, she caught sight of Starlight. The mare must’ve seen an opportunity because she was back to climbing out of the playpen. The arms formerly entertaining her were still nearby, limply holding a rattle.

Twilight lit up, realizing her theory was true. The nursery still couldn’t divide it’s attention well. Though, for how long that would work, she had no idea. It was slow, but it was still learning. They may not have this advantage for much longer.

“Oh, dear,” the nursery gasped. “Glim Glam, are you trying to get out again?”

Twilight whimpered. Now it’s focus was back on the playpen, apparently.

Starlight froze, three legs on the edge. She looked to Twilight, wondering if she should make a run for it. Twilight shook her head; she didn’t want to risk Starlight getting any spankies right now.

Starlight huffed, but her legs came down. “No,” she grumbled.

“I think my little Glim Glam’s a little anxious. Maybe she just wants her pwaymate back,” the nursery teased. It plopped Twilight back into the pen. Square one again. “Have fun, sweeties!”

The two locked eyes before they darted down, then away. Now “alone” again, there was a whole new elephant in the room.

Twilight bit her pacifier. She couldn’t believe she had to pee herself in front of Starlight! And worse yet, the moan… there was no explaining that away.

Starlight was well aware, just based on the look on her face. The two just sat there, exchanging shades of red with their cheeks.

“Well,” Starlight finally broke the silence. “Did you think of a new way out of here? Cause it doesn’t look like just running for it will do the trick.”

They were changing the subject. Thank Celestia.

Twilight nodded. “I tink so.” Her tongue rolled around the pacifier and she silently cursed this stupid lisp. “Da nuwswey’s nawt good at handwing two fiwwy’s at once. At weast for now.”

“So if one of us distracts it,” Starlight realized. “The other can hit the failsafe!”

Twilight nodded. “Bu’ we don’ habb wong. It’ww figure it ouwt eventuwawwy.” How long exactly did they have? A few hours? All day? “We weawwy need to bweak ouwt by night. If we’re put to bed it’ww go into nighttime mode and pwocess evewyting. Den we won’ stand a chance in da mowrning.”

Starlight took a moment to translate in her head, then nodded. “Okay. It’s not like I was planning to stick around that long anyway.” She shifted uncomfortably in her diaper, trying to cross her legs.

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Woo hafta go to da baffwoom?”

Starlight cringed but shook her head. “No! No… I’m fine. I just meant we gotta get out of here before…” She bit her lip in thought. Then a light bulb went off. “Trixie! I invited her over today and I gotta meet her by noon. We need to get out of here before then or she might go looking for me.”

Twilight decided to let the bathroom remark drop there; it wouldn’t be the best thing to keep bringing up. “O’tay,” she said. Besides, they had a pretty heavy deadline now. The last thing they needed was Trixie, or Spike for that matter, poking around and finding them like this.

“In dat case, we need a pwan,” Twilight said, one already taking hold. Starlight smiled, knowing the look sprouting on Twilight’s face.

This next attempt would surely succeed. It had too.

Author's Note

Just a little Christmas gift for you all. :raritywink:

Glutton for Punishment

The Great and Powerful Trixie never knocked. Such an act was beneath her. She was a showmare at heart, so whenever the time came to announce her arrival, how could she settle for something as banal as merely tapping the door with her hoof?

Obviously she had to kick open the doors to Friendship Castle instead. Much more exciting that way.

A powerful buck sent the doors swinging, letting them crash to the sides of the wall. Trixie whirled around to strike a pose, making sure her cape was flying in the wind just right.

“The Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat,” She paused, catching her breath. “And Powerful, Trrrrrixie has arrived!”

She sent her usual fireworks spell cascading through the entryway. Reds, golds, and greens erupted around her. They sparked and fizzled, whirled and twirled. The crackling was deafening this close up, but faded fast when the light show dimmed.

When all was said and done it was a little understated for her, but whatever. To a regular pony it must’ve been dazzling to behold.

And for someone at least was. That little dragon who always followed Twilight around (his name was on the tip of Trixie’s tongue… Spork, perhaps?) was staring slack-jawed at her. His claw raised, it appeared he was just about to open the door himself.

“You’re welcome, Spork,” Trixie informed him. Always good to let the commoners know when they should be grateful to her.

“...Hey, Trixie.” Spork did not seem very grateful at all. He furrowed his brow. “Uh, you know my name is actually Spi—”

“Where’s Starlight?” Trixie walked in, inspecting the empty hall. Usually she’d be greeted by her best friend right now.

“Probably around,” Spork told her. “You two have magic practice today, right?”

Her eyes bulged. Did Spork somehow know about that? Sure the Great and Powerful Trixie was sharpening her skills, but she couldn’t let it get out that she actually needed help.

I can recover from this. She cleared her throat. “Yes! Yes we do. Gotta teach Starlight all sorts of magical… things, today. You know how much help she needs and all. Heh heh…”

Spork rolled his eyes. “Riiiight. In that case, she’s probably waiting for you in the throne room by now.”

Sucker. Trixie grinned. “The Great and Powerful Trixie thanks you, Spork.” She trotted into further into the castle, aiming for

“My names not… Ergh. Forget it.” Spork left, closing slightly singed doors behind him.

Another kicked open door and fireworks display announced Trixie’s arrival to the throne room. But apparently, not to anypony in particular.

Trixie frowned at the empty room in front of her. Aside from an obscene amount of paperwork covering the Cutie Map, there was nothing and nopony else waiting for her. She walked in and looked around, just to be on the safe side.

Nope, nothing.

“Humph.” Trixie couldn’t believe Starlight would be late to their lesson. She knew how much this meant to her, after all.

Guess I just have to wait.

A little indignant and a lot impatient, Trixie trotted over to one of the thrones to sit down. As she did, her eyes glanced over the paperwork covering the table. Royal decrees, some signed, some only scribbled on. She grunted.

Apparently “Princess” Twilight is too good for her Princess work.

Trixie plopped into her arch-rival’s throne, and with a sweep of her hind legs kicked a stack of papers to the ground so she had a spot on the table to rest her legs. And with that, her wait began.

…

… …

… … …

Trixie was bored.

Sure only fifteen seconds had passed, but that was fifteen seconds too many! Didn’t Starlight know her bestest friend in the whole world was waiting for her?

Trixie hopped up from her seat with a huff. Maybe she’d forgotten. Or overslept. Or was being held against her will. Or she had some other trivial excuse. Either way, Trixie was just going to have to hunt her down on her own. It beat sitting around doing nothing at least.

One way or another, she’d find Starlight.

Starlight screamed as another spoonful of carrot-flavored mush shoved it’s way into her mouth. Twilight winced as her friends cries became muffled and the nursery forced her to swallow. She watched Starlight struggle and kick from the high chair, fore legs pinned down and hands holding her snout closed.

“Don’t be so fussy, Glim Glam,” the nursery insisted. “Carrots are good for you. Don’t you want to grow up to be a big, strong filly?”

It was just their luck that seconds after coming up with a plan to escape the AI decided it was lunch time. Twilight’s own feeding had left her feeling bloated. Her stomach almost ached as she was held by mechanical arms. She couldn’t do much but suckle on the bottle pressed against her lips. At least the sweet milk was washing away the flavor of peas. She only wished she’d been as lucky as Starlight and gotten carrots.

Though, Starlight didn’t look like she felt lucky at all. Thrashing about, shaking her head as a new glob of foal food approached, she looked very unlucky indeed.

But they’d be able to escape soon. Their plan wouldn’t fail. So long as Starlight could distract the nursery long enough, Twilight would be able to hit the button. They just needed this ghastly feeding frenzy to come to a close already.

Starlight took another spoonful, nursery pinching her snout closed. Her third jar of foal food was finally empty. It had to be her last, right? She’d spat out the whole first one, leading to the mess at the carpet a few hands were scuttling to pick up. But after that the nursery had been forcing her mouth closed, meaning she’d swallowed two whole jars worth, same as Twilight.

Reluctantly, Starlight swallowed. She shuddered as the last of the foal food slithered down her throat, and the fingers around her muzzle finally left.

“Gah!” Starlight spat, and ran her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Guh! Uugh…”

Twilight looked away with guilt. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten Starlight caught up in this mess. She was going to be apologizing for this for years to come, she could tell.

She polished off her last splash of milk, sighing into the amber nipple as she did. Warm and sweet, it was about the only comfort she was afforded in their current situation.

The nipple left her lips with a pop, disappearing with a hand into one of the ceiling holes. For a moment, Twilight tensed up and waited. However, no new hand arrived with her paci-gag in tow. For a moment, she wondered if the nursery forgot it. Then a hand pinched her cheek.

“Does wittle Twily want her paci back?” the AI asked.

It tugged her cheek till she winced. “I’m fine,” she snapped.

The nursery giggled. “Okay sweetie. Just let Mommy know if you change your mind, then.”

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief as the pinching hand left. She’d dodged a bullet there.

Yet more hands plucked her from the makeshift arm-hammock she was on. She wasn’t moved anywhere or even put down, much to her chagrin. Instead the hands held her in place while Starlight was freed from the high chair.

The second the tray table opened, Starlight tried to jump for freedom. She ended up right in the waiting arms of the nursery and despite her struggles was brought all the way over to the arm hammock.

She kept struggling even after being set down. The arms holding her let go and Starlight moved to jump down.

“Careful!” Twilight cut in. “It’ll spank you if you try to run away now.”

Starlight snorted like she didn’t care, but at least paused. Twilight still sore flanks were a constant reminder of the nursery’s cruel punishment, but Starlight hadn’t experienced that yet. She didn’t have the same fear of it Twilight did. Hopefully she never would.

The hand with the bottle reappeared, now sporting one filled to the brim with milk. Starlight grimaced and turned to Twilight.

“I don’t want to,” she whined.

“Just remember the plan. Once we have a chance we’ll get out of here,” Twilight insisted. The longer Starlight resisted, the more time they had to spend diapered. Twilight didn’t want her to think she was trying to coerce her to do all this baby stuff, but they couldn’t afford to waste time. The AI was already a little better at handling the both of them, at least when it paid attention. They couldn’t let it fully adapt to two fillies at once.

Right now it seemed to be ignoring Twilight. If it had set her on the ground she might’ve been able to make a break for the failsafe, but she was stuck in the air for now. She needed Starlight to get her feeding over with before they could make their escape.

Starlight begrudgingly agreed. She laid down against the arms and the bottle approached. Her snout scrunched as the amber nipple drew nearer.

Twilight felt a little bad for her, but at the same time a bit offended too. Come on, she thought. It’s not that bad.

The bottle did find its way into Starlight’s mouth. Even as she winced uncomfortably, she couldn’t stop the nursery from imposing it on her. But she didn’t suckle, even with the nipple well between her lips now.

Twilight impatiently kicked from her spot not far away. The longer Starlight put this off, the worse they were off. Couldn’t she see that?

Starlight’s face contorted with anguish. She looked ready to spit the bottle out. Her hind legs thrashed and tried to cross themselves, only to fail thanks to her diaper.

Oh… Twilight realized. Starlight still really needed to go to the bathroom. If anything, it looked like it was getting hard for her to hold it in. But at the same time, she kept fighting, prolonging her suffering.

Twilight looked away to give her a little privacy, just in case she did actually go. She hoped Starlight knew she wouldn’t look down upon her for it. After all, she’d wet herself not too long ago.

Then again, Starlight was probably less concerned with what Twilight thought of her and more concerned with the idea of using her diaper in general. It wasn’t really a thought that crossed Twilight’s mind whenever nature was calling. For her it was a common, if not pleasant experience most of the time. But for Starlight? It was probably the worst possible thing that could happen to her today.

“What’s wrong, Glim Glam?” The nursery asked. “Are you having a hard time suckling your baba?”

“Shuddup,” Starlight lisped through the nipple. Her face was beet red.

The hand holding the bottle squeezed. Starlight stiffened and grunted, no doubt as a stream of milk punched its way into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she refused the swallow. The nursery just squeezed the bottle again.

“Mmmphf!” Starlight slammed her eyes shut. Her face contorted into a red knot, still refusing to swallow.

“Starlight just do what it wants!” Twilight told her. “It’ll just force you if you don’t.”

One eye popped open, but it glared enough daggers at her for two. But in the end, Starlight knew Twilight was right. So far, the nursery had always gotten its way with her.

She swallowed, and swallowed again, drinking down all the milk forced into her mouth. The bottle was still over half full when she was done. The nursery was primed to squeeze again, but Starlight beat it to the punch. Shuddering, she began to suckle on the bottle.

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. Now once Starlight finished her bottle they could get started on their escape plan.

Just to be on the safe side, she went over the details in her head once more. It was a simple plan, just building on her past experiences and the nursery’s habits so far. Because it still had a problem dividing its attention between the two of them, Starlight would make a mess around the room to distract it while Twilight hit the failsafe. So long as she didn’t do something to draw attention to herself by talking or accidentally kicking the training potty again then it should work, even if Starlight got caught.

It was simple, but Twilight couldn’t help but feel like she was missing a detail or two. She poured over everything the nursery had done since last night, trying to figure out if she had a proper grasp of its limitations. She’d failed to escape so many times already that it certainly seemed like she was missing something. Or maybe she really had been that unlucky.

“Mmmm!” Starlight indignantly moaned. Her blush had lessened from red into a light pink. It looked almost like she was enjoying herself a little, even as it annoyed her.

It was probably the milk. Sweet and creamy, and capable of washing away the foal food still in her mouth. Undoubtedly it tasted good, and Starlight probably hated that she felt that way about it.

But her bottle was almost empty now. She’d drained it remarkably fast. The last dollop of milk disappeared with her next suckle.

“Good girl!” the nursery praised. It pulled the amber nipple from her mouth, and Starlight smacked her lips. “You really love your baba, don’t you Glim Glam?”

Starlight’s face burned once more. “No I don’t!” she insisted. Her eyes darted over to Twilight. “I-I don’t.”

“Aww, somefilly still seems tense.” The nursery picked Starlight up while the arm hammock disentangled itself below. “Are you a little gassy, sweetie?”

“What?!” Starlight squeaked.

Oh boy. Twilight knew where this was going.

The nursery lifted Starlight up, while a hand came down behind her. Starlight glanced back with worry. “What’s it doing?”

The hand patted her back, and the nursery bounced her up and down a little. Realization dawned on Starlight’s face and she groaned.

“Oh come on,” she complained as the burping continued. “Really?”

“There there sweetie, you’ll feel better in a minute.”

“Stop it!” Starlight thrashed. “I don’t have to— urp!”

Her kicking slowed, then stopped. The retreating blush gained new ground on her face as she realized what just happened.

“There we go, Glim Glam. Good girl! Doesn’t that feel better?” Starlight didn’t respond. She looked like she’d endured enough humiliation for one day.

The arms holding both of them finally started to lower, aiming for the table near the center of the room. Twilight and Starlight found themselves sitting in chairs across from one another.

“Now who’s ready for a tea party?”

Starlight groaned at their chosen activity. Twilight wasn’t exactly ecstatic for it either, but they wouldn’t be sticking around for it. In fact, as the four hands holding them down retracted, they had everything in place for their escape.

Twilight waited for the hands to pull back even further, before nodding to Starlight. Starlight nodded back, even as her face was creased with the concentration of holding it in. She was as ready as she could be.

So she flipped the table.

“Starlight!” The nursery gasped. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Starlight pounced from her chair and kicked it over. The withdrawing hands returned. Some aimed for the knocked over furniture, and one went for Starlight. She waddled away at top speed.

Seeing her opportunity, Twilight delicately stood up. Careful not to disturb anything, she shuffled away from her own chair and set her sights on the control panel. She wanted to bolt for it then and there, but that carelessness had cost her before. She took measured, but quick steps forward.

Starlight kept up her game of cat and mouse. When she passed by the easel leaning against the wall, she knocked it over. The hand going for her stopped to set it upright. Two more sprang from the walls to chase her down.

Twilight was halfway there. She stepped over the training potty, letting her spread gait straddle it as she waddled onward. There were no more obstacles in her way! Finally, they’d made it.

“Ah!”

That sharp cry made Twilight turn around. Starlight was doubled over, face red and scrunched. Her hind legs were trying desperately to connect as she brought her fetlocks together. It looked like she was about to—

“I c-can’t h-hold it!” Starlight moaned. She bent down, her tail raising. Twilight’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. All of Starlight’s delaying was finally catching up to her. Running around probably wasn’t the best thing she could have done, because now she couldn’t ignore nature’s call.

With a thunderous fart, Starlight pooped herself. Her padding bulged and swelled as the first messy log was pushed out. Starlight panted as the next came out.

It was then that the nursery’s hands finally caught up to her. Four grabbed her, one for each leg, and lifted her up in the air.

“No!” Starlight cried, shaking her head as her accident continued. “NO!”

“Starlight, you’ve been a very naughty filly,” the nursery reprimanded. Starlight grunted as she pushed a veritable mudslide into her diaper. The padding sagged between her legs, growing lumpier. The white diaper morphed slowly into a distinct brown color.

Twilight watched with bug-eyes. She shifted her legs instinctively, bunching up some of her padding into her hot marehood. She bit her lip and quietly moaned, just taking in the sight before her. Starlight, pooping herself; it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“Stop it!” Starlight wailed as the nursery carried her across the room. “Noooo!”

It seemed like her accident was over. The mess was settling in her diaper, and against her inner thighs. That hot, gooey, fresh mess… Twilight eyes rolled back as she pressed herself against her own padding. She’d bet Starlight’s diaper was so warm and squishy right now.

Starlight was brought to the disciplining stool on the other end of the nursery. She struggled against the hands holding her, but in the end couldn’t stop them from setting her belly-first on top of it. Her filled pamps came to rest on one of the stool’s rungs, squishing itself in place.

“Naughty fillies like you need to be punished.” Another hand descended, this time sporting a very familiar paddle. Twilight’s sore plot remembered it well.

“No!” Starlight screamed. “Twilight, press the button!”

Twilight blinked, rocketing out of her horniness haze. She realized she’d been gawking, mouth agape. “W-What?”

The few free mechanical arms turned to her. Twilight paled. She’d just called attention to herself.

The hands lunged for her. She turned, hoof raised. Then her whole body jerked back, tearing her from the button.

A hand had grabbed the base of her tail.

Not again! Twilight wanted to cry. So close. So close to escape.

“Is this what’s caused my little fillies to become such troublemakers?” The nursery asked, yanking Twilight back. “These buttons?”

“Let me go!” Twilight yelled. She clawed at the carpet trying to gain ground. The nursery didn’t even have to try to keep her in place.

“I see what I have to do to get my good little girls back,” The AI said. Twilight wrinkled her brow. Whatever it was talking about, it didn’t sound good.

Suddenly, there was a whirring sound. Twilight watched in horror as the buttons retreated back into the wall, and were then covered by their protective panel. They were completely sealed off from access.

The nursery had finally bypassed its protocols. Somehow, it managed to restore the buttons to a pre-activation state.

“That’s not possible,” Twilight breathed. Her stomach was light and fluttery. She wanted to throw up. How… How could it just do that?

“There,” the nursery said. “Now maybe my little fillies will mind their Mommy and behave.” It lifted Twilight up by the base of her tail, letting her dangle upside down for just a moment before more hands took over. They flipped her upright, gripping her forelegs as they pressed them into her sides.

“Hey!” Twilight kicked uselessly. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Now to teach my Glim Glam a lesson.”

As Twilight continued to struggle, she turned her attention back to Starlight. The poor mare had been forced to wait with the paddle hanging over her flanks while the nursery dealt with Twilight. Now it was her turn, as the paddle hovered above her filthy diaper.

“No!” Starlight cried out. Her fearful eyes met Twilight’s. “Make it stop!”

Twilight kicked and thrashed, but was powerless against the nursery’s hold. “I can’t!”

WHACK! squish.

“Ah!” Starlight yelped as the paddle drew first blood. Her face was caught between pain and disgust. The powerful strike stung, even with a layer of dirty padding in the way. The lumpy padding smushed against Starlight’s backside, sliding the contents everywhere it could.

Twilight cringed from the second-hand pain. Her own plot ached in the memory of sitting in that stool.

What the heck is wrong with me? She thought. Letting her libido get the better of her like that… If she’d just hit the failsafe when she had the chance, Starlight wouldn’t be in this position.

WHACK! squish.

“P-Please!” Starlight whined. The paddle had dug in deep, flattening the seat of her diaper. It started to settle back into its old state as the spanking had withdrew, but that wouldn’t last forever.

“I’m doing this for your own good, sweetie,” the nursery tutted. “If you behaved yourself like a good filly this wouldn’t be necessary.”

WHACK! squish.

“It’s not necessary!” Starlight wailed. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pain, tears poking out from the corner. Her flanks were already showing a little red, just three hits in.

WHACK! squish.

As Starlight cried out, Twilight desperately tried to avoid her own excitement. She couldn’t help it though. Her marehood was quivering at the display before her. It really didn’t help that she was still so pent up.

“Unf.” She bit her lip, kicking her hind legs. The padding that brushed against her marehood with each swing was driving her mad.

How dare she. It was her fault this was happening in the first place! How could she let it come to this? Poor Starlight was getting spanked because of her. And here she was, getting off on it!

WHACK! squish.

“Stop it!” Starlight begged. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

WHACK! squish.

“Let me go!”

WHACK! squish.

“Just let me go!” Starlight whimpered. Her tail sank between her legs in defeat. Her struggles became weaker as she grew to accept there was no escape.

WHACK! squish.

Twilight’s self control finally kicked in. The weight of her situation overcame her arousal. Their best chance of escape had just been stolen from them! What in Equestria was she thinking?

WHACK! squish.

“Let her go!” Twilight renewed her own struggle. The arms holding her struggled against her new found vigor. Her fore legs pushed against the arms, her hind legs kicked and swung, her wings flared wildly in search of anything to hit.

WHACK! squish.

The two hands holding her now struggled to contain her. The nursery hadn’t been expecting this much resistance.

“Twilight, stop that this instant!” The AI cried.

Good, it’s attention was on her. The paddle froze, giving Starlight some much needed respite. She sniffled, trying to get ahold of herself. Given her glowing red flanks, that was going to be tough.

“Put me down!” Twilight yelled. She finally shrugged off the hands, her wings buffeting them away.

“Twilight!”

She flapped her wings, keeping herself airborne. The hands quickly regrouped and more joined them. Their aim was fixed on Twilight.

Where should she go? To Starlight and try to help her off the spanking stool? Or to the door to try and escape? Once she was free she could find a way to get her horn ring off and return for Starlight, but that might take a while. Who knows what she’d go through in the process? But trying to free her could end badly.

She was already flying towards Starlight. While the gears of her mind were turning, her body was ready to act. And her instincts already knew what she was going to decide: she was going to help her friend.

“Hang on Starlight!” Twilight wrapped her hooves around one of the tube-like arms holding her down and pulled. It stayed locked down.

“Ah—Ahhh!” Starlight winced as she tried to squirm against her binds. Her bottom was too freshly spanked to handle it.

The four hands chasing Twilight caught up. She pushed herself away from the arm and flew around to a different one. She could only tug on it for a few seconds before she had to move again.

“What are you doing?” Starlight cried. “Push the button already!”

“I can’t!” Twilight said. She darted away from the hands again. “It sealed the failsafe off!”

“What?” Starlight’s voice cracked.

“Twilight, stop being a naughty little filly!” The nursery yelled. “Mommy doesn’t want to have to spank you, but she will.” Twilight grimaced.

The four hands chasing her around Starlight seemed fed up. They changed strategies. Two broke off to head around the left, while the other two continued right.

Twilight furrowed her brow. They were going to surround her. In a last ditch effort she flew upwards, hoping to confused the AI long enough to put some distance between her and the hands.

She wasn’t expecting the one coming down from the ceiling.

It’s fingers latched onto the top of her head. For just a moment, Twilight stopped moving. That moment was all the nursery needed.

The four hands finally caught her, each grabbing one of her legs. “No!” Twilight screamed, struggling against their hold. They soon locked her down, keeping her still. “NO!”

“You’ve been such a naughty filly today, Twilight,” the nursery scolded.

“No no no!” Twilight tail tucked between her legs. She had an idea where this was going.

“It looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” The nursery’s voice was stern and cold.

“No! Stop!” Twilight squirmed as she was lowered down. Her eyes widened when she saw the nursery made no attempt to move or release Starlight. It was ignoring her once again. To the nursery, she wasn’t even there. “Wait, don’t—”

It set her down on top of Starlight. Twilight’s belly met Starlight’s spine. Her chin nestled against the top of her head. Purple legs enveloped pink ones awkwardly, as two sets of hands held both down.

And Twilight’s diapered crotched was pushed against Starlight’s dirty padded bottom. Sounds of crinkles and squishes merged into a symphony of diapers mingling.

“H-Hey!” Starlight stuttered. She squirmed, squishing her diaper against Twilight’s.

“Ah~!” Twilight felt padding smother her marehood. The stench of Starlight’s accident filled her nose. Despite everything, she was getting horny again.

This forced spooning was everything her marehood needed to become excited again. It quivered relentlessly against her padding. Her face exploded back into crimson, a shade that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The nursery raised its paddle to strike.

“Let me go!” Starlight cried. She writhed under Twilight’s body, her butt slapping against Twilight’s crotch.

“MMmm…” Twilight held back a moan. Her body shook. She was on the edge once more.

The paddle came down.

THWACK!

The strike compressed Twilight’s diaper in an instant, and sent a ripple through her cheeks. “Unf!” she cried, her body forced forward. Her crotch rammed against Starlight’s rear, sending their diapers into a crinkly, squishy mix.

“Ah!” Starlight cried out. Twilight couldn’t see her face, but the tips of her ears were red as they folded down. That told her everything she needed to know.

The pain and pleasure cocktail it all created brought Twilight to the brink immediately. Her marehood burned hotter than her plot and her face combined. It was already wet, and clinging to the padding that swaddled it.

Twilight so desperately wanted to cum.

Twilight so desperately didn’t want to cum.

Her libido had been tantalized for far too long, but she fought it off. As much as it hurt, she fought off the orgasm about to flood her body. She couldn’t let herself do that. Not like this. Not in this situation.

THWACK!

Another spank, propelling Twilight back into Starlight just as she’d started inching away. Her marehood scream. Her aching plot stung. The smell of Starlight’s mess made her eyes water.

“Uoouh~” She cried. “Haaaah… uuunf… aaahhhh…”

“No!” Starlight cried. “Stop it! Let me out!”

THWACK!

Twilight was forced to hump Starlight again, moaning from the sting and her quivering marehood. It was becoming harder and harder to hold herself back.

“St-Starlight,” she huffed.

THWACK!

“I’m sorry…” Twilight moaned.

Starlight tried to look back at her. “What are you—”

THWACK!

Twilight squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable.

THWACK!

Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t! Dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit—

THWACK!

Twilight came.

As the paddle thundered against her flank, her marehood squirted into her diaper. When her hips humped Starlight’s plot, she was already passed the point of no return. Her wings flared out, and stiffened until it hurt.

“AAAaaAAH~” Twilight cried as her orgasm began. “Aaaaaaaah~”

It started from her marehood. A glowing warmth that spread up throughout her entire body. Like a hum from vibrations, that Twilight could feel from her head down to her hooves. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw dropped and her tongue spilled out.

Finally. Finally finally finally!

After suffering with a day’s worth of buildup, Twilight got to know this pleasure once more. Her body only grew hotter as the intensity of the orgasm built upon itself.

THWACK!

The pain hardly registered, but the sensation of humping Starlight’s dirty diaper definitely did. Twilight moaned and cried out. The intensity kept rising. Her whole body shuddered now in pure ecstasy.

Below her, Starlight shuddered for different reasons. She knew what was happening alright.

THWACK!

More spanks bombarded Twilight. Each one sent her humping Starlight. Their diapers mingled, filling the room with sounds of messy squishes. They were drowned out by the loud thumps of the paddle against Twilight’s backside. And even that was drowned out by her moans of pleasure.

Twilight didn’t know how long she spent climaxing. The paddle rained down throughout, while she was forced to grind against poor Starlight each time it made contact.

Twilight couldn’t think. Their situation, what would become of their friendship after this, it paled in comparison to her orgasm right now.

“OOOOooOOOOouuuuUUUUououhhh!” Twilight uttered sounds she didn’t know it was possible for her to make.

The spanking continued. The humping continued. Her orgasm continued. Pleasure overrode her thoughts. Even though she knew better, Twilight couldn’t help but feel this was the best moment of her entire life.

Suddenly, the door to the nursery was kicked open. A purple, starred cape swished as a blue unicorn struck a pose in the doorway.

“The Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat and Powerful, Trrrrrrrixie...” she froze, staring at the sight before her with pupils so small it looked like she didn’t even have any. “...h-has arrived…” Twilight and Starlight matched the look of surprised shock easily. Nopony could believe what they were seeing.

The three stared at each other in utter silence, with only the sounds of crinkly, squishy padding and loud, consistent spanks to fill the room.

The best moment of Twilight’s life? More like the worst.

Three's a Crowd

THWACK!

The nursery kept spanking away, but the three frozen mares hardly reacted. Only Twilight moved, forced to continue humping with each spank.

squish. squish. squish.

THWACK!

Could this possibly get more awkward? Probably not. The heavy silence between them already threatened to create a singularity.

To make matters worse, Twilight was still orgasming. The hot ripple throughout her body was only just now dying down. Her face glowed redder than her plot as she tried to keep from moaning some more.

Finally Trixie cleared her throat. “And what exactly is going on here?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Starlight cried.

THWACK! squish.

“Oh Trixie is well aware of what it looks like.” She stepped into the room, not noticing the hand that slowly closed the door behind her.

“Trixie!” Twilight warned.

“Let Trixie finish!” she cut in. She strolled closer even as her nose wrinkled. “Trixie can’t believe what she’s seeing. Well, it makes sense that you would be doing something so pathetic, Princess Twilight.” Trixie jabbed a hoof against Twilight’s snout.

The reminder of her title sent Twilight’s ears flopping down. She didn’t look very regal right now, did she?

Trixie’s eyes flitted across the display before her and scowled. “But you should learn to keep your disgusting and perverted desires to yourself and not drag my Starlight into them. Look at her, you’ve even had her use that...” Trixie retched. “...that thing!”

“Your Starlight?” Starlight struggled beneath Twilight. “Whatever. Trixie, you have to help us! Turn off the—”

“Trixie is not going to involve herself in this madness!” Trixie cried face pink. “Now come Starlight, you’re supposed to be teaching Trixie teleportation today. As a courtesy, Trixie won’t even mention this... incident, again. It can be like it never happened.”

Something was wrong. Twilight only just now realized the spankings had stopped. It was hard to tell with her plot absolutely on fire from the constant hits, but when she looked back she saw the paddle hanging in the air from a lifeless arm.

“Trixie, you don’t understand!” Starlight protested. “We’re trapped! The nursery won’t let us go!”

“What sort of excuse is that supposed to be?” Trixie asked. “Be honest, Starlight. You were late for our magic lesson because of this weird… Trixie doesn’t even know what to call it.”

“And hello to you, little one.” The nursery suddenly spoke up. “Are you a new playmate for my girls?”

Trixie looked around for the source of the voice, and backed away at the sight of hands dropping down from the ceiling. “Uhh… who said that?”

“The nursery.” Twilight said. “Just run! Don’t let it get you!”

Trixie scowled disbelievingly at her. She made no move to escape.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” The nursery asked. “What should Mommy call you?”

“Trixie’s name is Trixie,” she said. “ The Grrrrreat and Powerf—”

“Aww, that’s precious!” The nurseey squeed. “You’re Mommy’s wittle Twixie, aren’t you?”

“Excuse you?” Trixie raised a brow. “Only Mama— er, only Trixie’s mother gets to call her that!”

“Okay sweetie, I’ll call you Twixie then!”

Trixie scoffed. “Sparkle, tell your stupid disembodied voice to leave Trixie out of this nonsense.”

“Don’t let it touch you!” Twilight warned her.

The hands moved in to grab Trixie. She didn’t notice until they were on her.

“Hey!” Hands latched onto her shoulders, lifting her up. “Release Trixie!” She flailed, her horn charging with a bright pink light.

“Don’t use your magic!” Twilight and Starlight chorused.

“Stop telling Trixie what to do!” Trixie screamed from the air.

Unable to teleport, Trixie fired off beams of magic in random directions. One whizzed passed Twilight’s head. Most smacked the walls around them.

The AI was not impressed. “Aww, Twixie don’t tell me you have magical oopsies to.” A hand appeared from the ceiling clutching another inhibitor ring.

“Sparkle, tell your stupid thing to put Trixie down!” Trixie cried, her beams not slowing.

“Calm down!” Twilight told her. “Calm down or it’ll seal your magic!”

Trixie must not have heard. Or maybe she did and decided Twilight was stupid like she normally did. Either way, she continued her relentless, useless struggle right up until the inhibitor ring found its way onto her horn. The beams were snuffed out in an instant, but it took Trixie a little longer to realize what had happened.

“W-What?” she nervously stammered.

Twilight and Starlight could only sigh, all too familiar with her completely avoidable situation. If Trixie had been just a little less impulsive, they might have been able to keep somepony’s magic for a change.

“I warned you,” Twilight could only offer. She didn’t mean for a lot of snark to slip into that quip, but her exhausted disappointment dominated.

“Shut up!” Came Trixie’s indignant comeback. She glared daggers at Twilight as the nursery carried her away.

“Stop it girls,” Starlight groaned from beneath Twilight. Her defeated tone was palpable. She did not want to have to play mediator between the two of them in their current situation.

Twilight had to admit that shouldn’t be necessary. Trixie was almost guaranteed to be trapped with them now. Despite everything, they’d have the same goal of escape. Working together was imperative, and that meant they’d both need to cool it with the arguing.

“Okay,” Twilight softly said, as Trixie screamed and writhed.

“Let me go!” Trixie yelled. “Let me go! Let me go! Letmegoletmegoletmego!”

“Such a noisy girl today, aren’t we Twixie?” The nursery said. A hand descended from the ceiling, carrying the strapped pacifier that had plagued Twilight earlier. “Are you always so rambunctious, dearie?”

“Leave me alone!” Trixie flailed. The nursery tsked in disappointment. It wrapped the rubber strap about the back of Trixie’s head.

“No!” Trixie thrashed as the rubber looped around her head, pointing the pacifier at her mouth. “Release the Great and Powerful Trixie this instan—” The nursery released the pacifier.

Snap!

“Mmmph!” Trixie recoiled as the hands set her down on the changing table. They didn’t release her, expecting the struggle to come. All four of her legs were held down while the changing supplies were fetched.

Twilight bit her lip in worry. She wished she could do something, but hands were still holding down both her and Starlight. They were trapped until the nursery decided to do something with them, and who knew how long that would be?

Still, she tugged at her restraints, even if they wouldn’t budge. Trixie’s muffled screams echoed throughout the room as her bottom was powdered. They didn’t have a lot of time until the nursery was no longer distracted.

“Starlight,” she whispered. Pink ears flicked. “Can you get free?”

“If I could, I would have. A long time ago.” Starlight snapped. Twilight blushed.

Right… No way Starlight would’ve hung around for some dirty diaper spankings and humpings if she had the choice.

“Why didn’t you just hit the button?” Starlight accused. “You had the perfect opportunity.”

Twilight’s blushed deepened. She could not let Starlight know what had distracted her. The fact that she’d gotten lost in the moment when Starlight had her messy... little... accident…

Twilight closed her eyelids and bit her lip. Stink wafted to her nose, and she inhaled deeply. Unconsciously she rubbed her padded crotch up against Starlight’s messy bottom.

squish. squish. crinkle. squish.

“T-Twilight?!”

She snapped back to reality. “Nothing! I mean, I… I just spaced out. Sorry.”

Starlight glanced back with unbelieving eyes. “Sure…”

Twilight winced. What the heck was wrong with her? Her friendship with Starlight couldn’t exactly take another hit right now, if it even still existed in the first place.

“MMMPH! MMMMRRRR!” Pacifier-muffled cries drew both mares’ attention back to Trixie. The tapes of her new diaper were just being smoothed down. It was over, their impromptu distraction had passed.

Trixie was off the changing table now, sporting a poofy, sun-emblazoned diaper. And a face bright red in an anger-humiliation cocktail.

“Wet me go!” Trixie demanded for the umpteenth time. The nursery still had her by all four hooves, so her kicking was useless. “Da Gweat and Powwafuww Twixie is nawt a fiwwy!”

“So precious,” the nursery sighed. “Sweetie, we were just about to have a tea party before you arrived. Did you want to join us?”

“Nawt dwessed wike dis!” Trixie squirmed. Her diaper moved with her hips, to snug to avoid.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

With a whir, the paddle-holding hand behind Twilight started to move. She looked back in fear. Her red, stinging plot winced in terror, but it was unfounded. Instead, the hand moved up and disappeared into the ceiling. Their spanks were over!

“Oh!” The nursery said. “I see, you want to play dress up first! What a lovely idea, Twixie.”

“No!”

Twilight found herself lifting up. The arms finally pried her away from Starlight. Her padded marehood, still reeling from the shock of orgasm, quivered as the stinky plot went out of reach. Deep down she wanted more, as bad as that made her feel.

Starlight followed her up. Her messy diaper sagged and settled after being mashed so hard by Twilight’s crotch. Starlight shuddered and gagged. The smell was terrible, rotten. Twilight loved it, eyes rolling back as she inhaled deeply. The other mares wrinkled their noses. Trixie in particular was straining to look away, refusing to acknowledge the waste at Starlight’s waist.

The nursery didn’t seem to notice. Maybe it still wasn’t really focused on them to detect the mess. Or maybe juggling three mares at once was really straining the AI. Either way, it carried them over to the wardrobe without pause.

“It’s not going to…” Starlight bit her lip, but looked down at the sun surrounded by brown on her diaper.

“I think…” Twilight knew this wouldn’t go over very well. “I think you’re going to have to ask it for a change.”

Starlight groaned. “Seriously?”

“Mmmph!” Trixie grunted. Twilight could tell she was tired of having to breath through her nose.

“Just do it,” Twilight suggested. “Unless you want to stay in a dirty diaper all day.”

Starlight paled at the thought. “F-Fine.”

“Just wet us go instead!” Trixie demanded, rage directed at Twilight. “Woo stupid pervewt! I nawt pwaying dis dumb game anymowe!”

“Trixie for the last time, we’re trapped here!” Starlight cried, exasperated. “You think I want to be wearing… this?” She shook her flank and then winced at what a bad, bad idea that was. squish.

“No...” Trixie admitted. “Bu’ why—”

“We’re stuck, okay?” Twilight shouted. “We’re stuck and it’s my fault and I’m so, so sorry girls.” She couldn’t look either of them in the eye. “Just… we’ll get out of here, okay? I promise. I’m doing everything I can.”

“But the failsafe,” Starlight reminded her. “How are we supposed to shut this thing down without it?”

Twilight bit the inside of her cheek. “I’m… I’m working on it.”

“Wowking on it?” Trixie seethed. “Twixie is in a diapee! Woo bedder do a wot mowe den wowk on it, Spawkle. Or ewse da Gweat and Powafuww Twixie wiww—”

“Please just calm down,” Starlight insisted. She looked at Trixie. “I’m mad too, okay? But I at least have the sense to focus on getting out of here first. Trust me,” she said as she shot a glanced at Twilight. “There’s going to be a lot of friendship lessons Twilight’s gonna learn about this whole mess, but not right now. Let’s just put our heads together and figure out a new plan.”

Trixie seethed, but eventually had to relent. She grunted into her gag and looked away as she fought down her blush.

Twilight nodded. “Right... but you might want to get that change first.” Starlight cringed, her diaper now thoroughly sagging between her legs.

They jerked to a stop right in front of the wardrobe. Twilight winced, knowing every single outfit in there by heart. Trixie and Starlight were going to hate them all.

“Okay sweeties!” The nursery was so chipper it hurt. “Let’s find the perfect outfits for your tea party.”

“Uh…” Starlight piped up. “I could use a…” she sighed. “...a new diaper, actually.”

“Oh?” A hand from the wall flew over. “Did wittle Glim Glam have an accident?”

Starlight looked like she wanted to die. The hand grabbed her saggy diaper, and squeezed. “AH!” Starlight’s face burned. Twilight could feel the heat radiating off of it. She looked away, worried the sight would excite her once again.

“Are you a messy filly who needs a new diapee?” The nursery asked. It squeezed and rubbed the messy diaper while Starlight yelped and thrashed. “Hmm?”

Starlight’s face was redder than her plot at this point. “Y-Yes! Yes already, change me!”

The hand finally stopped squeezing and pulled away. “Okay Gilm Glam. Let’s get your mushy tushy a fresh diapee-wiapee.”

Starlight groaned in pain. The hands holding her took her across the room and over to the changing table. But even though Starlight was gone, the stink of her diaper remained palpable. Twilight could practically taste it.

Already, she could feel her marehood getting wet again. Stop it! She insisted. Her diaper had only just finished soaking up the last of her juices from before. If it got any wetter she’d be the next one in need of a change.

She wanted to focus on something else. Her eyes wandered over to Trixie. The two of them were just hanging in place as the sounds of Starlight’s change filled the silence. Once again, the nursery had forgotten all about them. But Trixie certainly hadn’t forgotten anything. They way she glared at Twilight, it was practically a killing blow.

“I… I said I was sorry,” Twilight mustered up.

Trixie scoffed. “Oh, woo’ww be a wot mowe den sowwy wonce Twixie is down wiff woo.” She threw her body against the hands holding her, but it did nothing. “Wha’ da heck is wong wiff woo anyway? How did Pwincess Twiwight get stuck down hewe anyway?”

Twilight gulped. She realized that there was still a lot to fill Trixie in on. Boy did she not look forward to explaining it at all. But at the same time, Trixie should know everything. She had a right too. And who knows, maybe she’d see something Twilight and Starlight had missed and be the one to figure out how to escape.

Twilight almost snorted. Yeah, that’ll happen.

“Wha’ so funny?” Trixie glowered. She looked down at herself and blushed. “Woo better nawt be waughing at me!”

“Of course not!” Twilight lied.

Trixie kicked aimlessly, her diaper crinkling. “Twixie wiww make woo pay for dis, Sparkwe!”

Her ears flopped down, recognizing all the damage Trixie could do to her given what she knew. Starlight would probably keep her mouth shut once this was all over, but a vindictive Trixie?

Great, Twilight realized. Now I’ve gotta find a way to keep her quiet once this is all over.

Starlight was brought back over, a fresh Sunnie around her hips. But even with a clean diaper, the three mares were still wrinkling their noses occasionally. The ghost of Starlight’s massive load was going to haunt them for a while.

For her part, Starlight just looked down and blushed. Twilight could sympathize. It must not be easy for her to find relief in wearing a clean diaper.

“Now that we’re all clean, how about we finally get around to playing dress up. Right, Twixie?” A hand pinched her cheek. Trixie hissed from behind her pacifier.

“Please tell me you’ve thought of something,” Starlight whispered as hands moved to the wardrobe.

“Working on it.” Her mind was drawing a blank.

The wardrobe doors gave way to their impending outfits. Twilight felt her ears flop down now that Starlight and Trixie could finally see them all. Sized-up foal clothes, increasingly girly costumes, with about a million matching accessories to boot, all of which bulging and straining to stay in the limited space. It was the ultimate filly collection.

Twilight hadn’t realized how much more embarrassed she could actually get.

“Uh… well then,” Starlight managed. Trixie screamed into her paci-gag.

“Who wants to go first?” the nursery excitedly asked.

All three of them went silent. Even Trixie managed to pipe down. None of them were willing volunteer for this.

Twilight almost felt she should, given that she probably couldn’t fall any further in Starlight’s, and especially Trixie’s, eyes, but she also wasn’t eager to. The gooey padding between her legs and her red hot bottom were enough reminders already at how bad everything had gotten.

“Aww, no need to be shy girls,” the nursery cooed. “Here, why don’t you go first, Twixie.”

“Mmph?!” Trixie renewed her struggled against the hands as they brought her forward. “No no no! Put da Gweat and Powafuww Twixie down dis instant!”

“Let’s see here, what would look the cutest on you, sweetie?” A mechanical hand drifted around the wardrobe, skimming the options. “Oooh! Perfect!”

“Mmm?” Trixie raised her brow as the hand dove into the clothes. Her pupils shrank as it pulled free her soon-to-be attire.

A tutu. A pink, fluffy, glittery tutu.

“Absowutewy nawt!” Trixie screamed.

The nursery had to let go of her hind legs now as it prepped the tutu, giving Trixie room to finally thrash about in earnest. As the ballerina outfit was positioned beneath her, her kicking power seemed to double. The arms still holding her struggled to remain still.

“I know you’re excited, sweetie,” the nursery said as Trixie floundered. “But stay still for Mommy, okay?”

“No!”

Twilight bit her lip. “Trixie, don’t fight it.”

She earned an impressively vitriol glare. “Excuse woo?”

“If you don’t do what it says, it’ll spank you,” Twilight explained. Her own plot whimpered at the very fresh memory.

“Trixie, she’s not lying,” Starlight vouched. “Seriously, just calm down.”

“Wisten to woorsewves!” Trixie accused. “Woo sound wike woo wanna be hewe or someting!”

Twilight ears flopped down. She didn’t quite understand why, but that really got to her. Sure, this was her nursery and she’d built it to indulge in her fetishes, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be here right now. Not after everything that had happened. Except…

Her marehood still tingled with the afterglow of her orgasm. A wonderful climax induced by something she couldn’t have possibly gotten without this situation happening. It was wrong, obviously wrong, to have enjoyed it… and yet she had. She did.

Did she… want to stay like this? Is that why she’d been failing every escape attempt so far? Did some part of her, deep down, want to stay like this?

“Trust me, I don’t,” Starlight declared.

“I don’t” Twilight realized. Not, “we don’t”. Did Starlight believe that? Or had she just not forgiven Twilight yet for what had happened. It was hard to say.

“We’ll get out of this,” Starlight continued. “But if you don’t play along you’re just going to make it that much harder for yourself. Trust me, you do not want this thing to spank you.”

Trixie frowned. She looked like she really didn’t want to believe that.

“Twixie…” The nursery’s voice was stern. If this struggled continued…

Trixie’s kicks slowed. And then came to a stop. “Fine,” she grumbled.

“Good girl!” the nursery perked right back up. With no more resistance, it started stuffing Trixie into her new outfit.

For her part, Trixie grumbled some choice words behind her pacifier. But she did maintain her composure while the tutu was slipped on her. Her forelegs were forced through the straps and the stiff, ruffle skirt bounced as it forced its way up her body. The bottom had a button up hatch not too dissimilar from a onesie and the nursery swiftly snapped it in place.

The hands holding Trixie could not shift from her forelegs to her sides, giving her room to cross her legs in indignance. “Hmmph!”

“What a good girl, Twixie,” the nursery giggled as it’s hands returned to the wardrobe. “You look so pwecious!”

“Shuddup,” Trixie mumbled into her pacifier, looking down with a blush. Though, her tutu was so inescapably big that she was forced to look up a second later to avoid it.

The hands in the wardrobe then withdrew four long pink stockings and matching ballet slippers. When Trixie saw them, she groaned. “Weawwy?”

“Trixie…” Starlight warned.

With a sigh, the blue mare said no more. The nursery went about slipping the stockings onto her. Each had a frilly trim at the sleeve, which stretched all the way up Trixie’s legs by the time they were fitted on. The ballet slippers came next, being tied tight, their ribbons knotted up into cute little bows.

“Perfect!” The nursery clapped two of its hands together. Trixie was yanked away from the wardrobe and plopped down into the chair in front of the vanity. “Now who’s ready to look extra cute?”

Trixie glanced back. “Uh…”

Twilight pinched her lips together. What was the AI planning now?

Before she could contemplate further, the hands holding her brought her forward. She was next to play dress up.

She swallowed, worried what the nursery had planned for her. Stealing a glance at Trixie, she saw the mare grunting and swatting as hands assaulted her with brushes, combs, hair ties, and more. It was too early to tell what the nursery had planned for her, but Twilight could already tell she’d be sitting in that chair next.

“Now then wittle Twily, what shall we dress you up as?” Hands thumbed through the many options. Twilight didn’t have any suggestion to make that wouldn’t be utterly humiliating. But then, leaving her fate in the hands of the machine only made her stomach flop.

“Ah! Here we go.” The nursery tugged free a maid outfit. Pure black with a white pinafore and filly accents, lace and ribbons a plenty.

“Hooray,” Twilight deadpanned. She guessed it could have been worse.

She let the AI slap the thing on her with very little fuss. It went over her head, built in petticoats smothering her face for a moment before her head popped through the collar. Her forelegs were forced through lacey bubble sleeves as the skirt swished and settled below. It was so short that it couldn’t even hope to cover her poofy diaper. Usually Twilight would be delighted by that.

When she looked up, hands were already digging around the wardrobe, looking for the all important accessories. Twilight already knew what they were by heart.

Come to think of it, she’d worn this maid dress a lot in the past. Maybe that’s why the AI picked it out for her. She didn’t quite know why she gravitated to the maid dress more often than the rest. Maybe as a Princess, she found it nice to slip out of a position of power for a while. Roleplaying as somepony who took orders, and didn’t give them was kind of exciting…

The accessories appeared before her, snapping her out of analyzing her own fantasies. Fishnet stockings snaked up her hind legs, before Mare-y Jane shoes were clasped on her hooves. Her forelegs got long white socks, and a black choker was affixed to her neck. There was also a frilly headpiece, but the nursery held that off to the side for now, probably because it had plans for her mane first.

Lovely, Twilight thought upon proving her hunch correct.

Now all dolled up, she was moved away from the wardrobe and to the vanity. It was perfect timing, as Trixie was being taken away. Her mane was done up in a bun, save a strand poking out above her forehead. She looked ready for the stage.

Their eyes met as they traded places.

“I hate woo,” Trixie grumbled.

“Yeah… I know,” Twilight mumbled back.

She was plopped in the seat, wincing as her plot sank into her diaper, stinging all the way. Looking into the vanity’s mirror, Twilight saw how ridiculous she looked. She should’ve giggled with delight, but instead she wanted to sigh. A brush, a curling iron, and a handful of hair pins appeared over her.

“Please just… just don’t,” she didn’t expect that to sound so defeated.

“Now Glim Glam, let’s see about you,” the nursery said.

Twilight could see in the mirror Starlight blushing as she was brought forward. Meanwhile the grooming hands took aim at her mane. Trixie was being plopped down at the tea table areadly. In that moment Twilight realized how screwed they were. It was crude, but the nursery was handling all of them at once. Sure it couldn’t keep up talking to all of them at once, and it was using a lot of hands just for three fillies, but it was still managing. The realization shook her.

We’re never getting out at this rate. She realized. She still hadn’t even been thinking of an escape plan, had she?

The brush and curling iron came down, grabbing and pulling at Twilight’s mane. She winced and whined, but put up with it. There were better things to focus on, like escape.

If the failsafe is unreachable, we’ll have to aim for the door. She decided. Except there would be no way they’d be able to reach it, unlock it, open it, and leave before getting caught.

This would be so much easier with magic. Maybe they could get the inhibitor rings off? Not alone. Hooves were too blunt to get a ring off. And even trying might incur the nursery’s wrath. At night, they’d have a better shot since it would deactivate somewhat. But waiting till then was probably not what Trixie or Starlight wanted. Truthfully, Twilight couldn’t have that either. A whole day of letting work pile up? She’d never have time to visit the nursery after that, let alone recalibrate it so something like this never happened again.

“Ooh, how about this one!” The nursery had selected Starlight’s dress, confirmed by a groan from the mare herself.

Twilight couldn’t see with all the hands and tube-arms blocking the mirror. She could barely see her own head, in fact. She had no way of knowing what was being done to her mane, aside from an obscene amount of curling.

“Come on Glim Glam, no fussing.” Starlight fussy grunts were her only comeback.

The brush and curler finally started pulling away from Twilight. Before she could sneak a glimpse at the damage, hairspray rained down on her head. Eyes slamming shut, Twilight coughed violently.

When the hiss of spray cans finally diminished, she peaked her eyes open. It took a bit for the haze of hair product to fade, but when she did she finally got a look at her mane.

“Oh…”

Curled to the nines and back, Twilight couldn’t even believe it. Did she even have this much mane in the first place? She looked like Cozy Glow’s twin or something! It was, without a doubt, the most filly-ish style she could’ve been saddled with. She should have loved it.

Her maid headdress was brought over, placed, and tied down, completing the look.

“All done, Glim Glam. Now let’s get you all dolled up for the tea party!” The nursery chirped.

“Yeah, cause you know how much I love being your stupid doll,” Starlight snarked.

Hands lifted Twilight up from her seat, her time at the vanity was over. As she was turned around, she came face to face with Starlight. Her eyes bulged.

Starlight was a fairy princess. A tight-looking baby blue dress hugged her body, fluffy skirt lined with purple bows. A large purple sash wrapped around her waist, culminating in a giant bow on her back. Above it, matching fake fairy wings were attached to the back of the dress, complete with way too much glitter. She had blue and white striped socks on all of her legs with adorable blue booties to boot. The nursery carried a tiara right next to her, holding off on that last touch until it was done with her mane.

They locked eyes only for a moment, then Starlight looked away.

“I’m sorry,” Twilight offered.

“Yeah yeah,” Starlight waved her off. “I know you are.”

While Starlight took her place at the vanity, Twilight was brought over to the tea table, plopping down right across from Trixie. As if on cue, Trixie turned her harsh, narrowed eyes on her. She was probably also frowning, but the paci-gag made that hard to know for sure.

Twilight shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The two hands that had brought her over hadn’t stopped holding onto her, so she couldn’t make a break for the door, and Trixie was in the same boat. They were cursed to wait for Starlight to arrive so the tea party could begin.

Everytime Twilight looked over, Trixie was still giving her that bitter stare. She could practically feel the resentment radiating off her. She squirmed in her chair.

“I told you I’m sorry,” she tried, knowing that wouldn’t appease Trixie.

“Das nawt good enuff,” Trixie hissed. “Woo wiww nawt get away wiff humiwiating da Gweat and Powafuww Twixie wike dis!”

Twilight wanted to roll her eyes, but the fear of what Trixie had in mind for revenge was gnawing at her. “You’re not… going to tell anypony about this, are you?”

Trixie scoffed. “Woo can wowwy about getting us out of hewe fiwst, den woo can beg Twixie to keep dis diwty secwet of yours.”

Great, so Trixie was planning on milking that for all it was worth. “Well, I don’t know what we can do, really,” Twilight replied honestly. “We might just have to wait for somepony to come rescue us. It shouldn’t take long since the bookcase is open and all.”

Trixie actually blinked away her anger for a moment. Her blushing face paled. “Uh… wight.”

Twilight furrowed her brow. “Uh, Trixie… that secret door is still open, right?”

“Weww…” Twilight already knew the answer. “Da Gweat and Powafuww Twixie may have swammed it shut behind her.”

“You what?!” Twilight squeaked.

“In da Gweat and Powafuww Twixie’s defense, she was vewy mad at Starwight for being wate.” Trixie switched from defense to offense in a heartbeat. “When weawwy she should have been mad at woo for being a stupid perverwt.”

Twilight ground her teeth. “Well then I guess we can just forget about a rescue anytime soon.” How long could they possibly be trapped in here now? Surely somepony would go looking for them soon, right? And they might find the secret switch… though, Twilight had hidden it pretty well.

We can’t rely on anypony outside, she realized. It was them or nothing. “Then we better start figuring out how to get through that door,” Twilight pointed to the exit by the control panel. The nursery was programmed to stay in the confines of these small rooms, and not to expand into the hallway. She had to hope that it wouldn’t override that protocol too.

“Why nawt dem?” Trixie pointed to the other two doors in the room. Admittedly, they were much closer, but…

“Those don’t go outside.” Twilight explained. “One’s for a bathroom and the other is—” She froze, and bit her lip. She really didn’t want to explain all the naughty things set up on the other side of that door. “—is… not important.”

Trixie cocked an eyebrow up at that, but let it be.

“Perfect, Glim Glam! You look sooooo cute!” The nursery dropped Starlight in the other chair at the table, keeping two hands on her as well. She looked quite grumpy.

She’d gotten off lightly as far as mane styles were concerned. Her hair was just tied up into two short tails above her head. She looked a lot like the little filly version of herself Twilight had seen when they’d traveled back into Starlight’s past. The silver tiara was also atop her head now, completing the whole fairy princess look.

“Get us out of here,” Starlight snapped through gritted teeth.

“Trying,” Twilight insisted back.

The nursery’s other ten hands went to work setting up a full tea set around the table. A kettle, cups, sugar bowls and spoons, cups with milk and honey and cream. It pulled out all the stops for this tea party of tea parties.

“Now come on, girls, who’s ready for some fun?”

Starlight and Trixie glared down Twilight, who shrunk in her seat. Still no plan came to mind. They weren’t getting out of here until the nursery was done playing with them, bare minimum.

She gulped. This was going to be a long tea party.

A Friend's Intuition

The tea party was going great… at least on the nursery’s side of things.

As for the trapped mares, they weren’t having the best time. No matter what any of the trio did they couldn’t escape from their chairs, the nursery simply refused to take its hands off of them. Restrained, Twilight could barely even lean forward to reach her teacup, so the nursery had to do it for her.

And boy did it love making her drink.

In the probably hours they’d been having this tea party, Twilight had been made to drink a dozen cups of tea, easy. With honey, without. With sugar, without. With cream, without. With honey and cream. With sugar and honey. With sugar and cream. With all three. With none.

She hated tea now.

The cup rose to her lips once more, the mechanical hands almost expectant.

“No,” she whined, snout scrunching. Her belly sloshed, utterly water-logged. She couldn’t handle anymore tea right now. “Stop.”

The cup nudged towards her lips, impatient. Twilight sighed. The nursery wasn’t taking it away till she drank.

Looking for a distraction, Twilight set her sights on her fellow captives. Trixie had her forelegs crossed and nose turned up, ignoring the tea cup before her. In between their forced drinks, Twilight and Starlight had explained the situation to her. Needless to say, Trixie was not too happy about it. Her eyes peaked open and she saw Twilight. Somehow, her expression got even more sour.

Twilight looked away. Trixie had made no secret of the target of her disdain. There was no doubt Twilight was the “bad guy” in this scenario, at least in Trixie’s mind. It didn’t look like that would change anytime soon, either. Even though the pacigag was finally off of her, she was still in a position very few would envy. Demeaned and debased, Trixie would be holding this one over her for quite some time.

In the past, Twilight had made attempts to befriend Trixie, or even just treat her cordially, to no success. The Great and Powerful Hardflank never opened up to her before, and this was not helping. In fact, this might be the final nail in the coffin. Friendship was definitely off the table, if not speaking terms entirely. She’d be lucky if Trixie didn’t actively try to ruin her reputation with this going forward.

“Hmmph!” Trixie directed at her, closing her eye again and tightening her crossed legs. Her bun jiggled at the motion. Her tutu swished ever so slightly.

In spite of everything Twilight did have to admit, Trixie made for an unfairly cute sourpuss of a ballerina.

Her face heated up and she looked away. Don’t think about that! She scolded herself. Now was not the time.

Twilight was back to her teacup, spying her reflection in the dark brown liquid. She could only look at it for so long before embarrassment kicked in. Why’d she have to get stuck with the most foalish haircut of the bunch? As if her situation wasn’t bad enough already.

Her attention shifted to Starlight.

Oh Celestia, Starlight.

They still hadn’t addressed it. Maybe because Trixie was right there, or maybe because it was better left ignored and forgotten. But Twilight couldn’t ignore it, and she certainly couldn’t forget. She’d dry humped Starlight’s messy diaper until she came. That just… they couldn’t just not talk about it.

Sure it hadn’t been consensual on either end, but Twilight couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed it. And a great deal at that.

Her stomach flopped. It wasn’t just the tea, either; she really felt bad.

Or maybe it was just because she needed to pee.

Twilight squirmed in her chair, unable to cross her legs. All that tea was really catching up to her and considering how full she felt anyway, there was a lot left that needed to catch up still. The longer she held it the worse it was going to get. Her Sunnie would be drowned before too long.

She had to imagine Trixie and Starlight weren’t far behind her. They’d all had way more tea than necessary. Where did the nursery even get the idea they’d wanted to drink this much anyway?

Must be overcompensating. Twilight figured. It really can’t handle three fillies at once. Yet.

Her teacup was offered to her once again, and Twilight’s bladder screamed. “Mmm mm,” she groaned, shaking her head.

“Now Twily, don’t be fussy.” A hand grabbed her chin, fingers pressing her lips into a purse. It forced her head back as the teacup reached her lips. More tea leapt down her throat, and Twilight was powerless to stop it.

“MMMmmph!” She whined, kicking her legs. They had to stop this before they all turned into glorified water balloons.

But the AI was in no hurry to end the tea party. As the cup left Twilight’s lips and she coughed up a storm, she could see a similar fate being inflicted on Starlight and Trixie. It had no incentive to stop. If it ran out of tea, it probably would, but Twilight kept the food reserves down here so well stocked that that could take forever. It might stop for bedtime, but that was still an hour or so away at least.

We have to make it stop… somehow… Twilight wiggled against the arms holding her captive. Getting up and leaving wasn’t an option. So how could she…

Her bladder sent a sharp ache through her body, reminding her of her desperation. Like an alarm bell constantly blaring in her ears, she couldn’t escape it. She couldn’t even think as long as it was wailing at her to just go already. But a wet diaper was not what she needed right now.

...or was it?

The nursery might stop this game if somepony was in need of a change. Yeah, that could work! Twilight thought excitedly, before realizing that meant she’d need to piss herself in front of her fellow captives. Her elated face sank into unease.

With Starlight it wasn’t that big a deal. She’d done it once before, and far, far, worse things had happened since then. But with Trixie? Twilight wasn’t eager to give the vindictive mare more ammo.

Her tea cup was brought to the kettle for a refill. Her bladder cried out in agony. What choice did she really have?

Fine… fine! Twilight frowned, but relaxed her bladder. The alarm bell continued to sound off, until a new sound replaced it.

Hissssss

Once again, Twilight peed herself.

Starlight and Trixie stopped their struggles for a moment to look at her. She winced, looking down. Though she couldn’t see her diaper beneath her maid skirt, she could feel it getting wetter.

Her face burned, and she tugged down her skirt to try and cover her massive diaper. It squished as the padding soaked up her urine. She could feel a warm, damp spot expand from her crotch, down to her inner thighs, and even back around to grope her plot. The ache of her bladder barely abated, and she knew she still had a ways to go.

“Uugh!” Trixie’s face scrunched with disgust. “What is wrong with you?!”

Twilight bit her lip. She wanted to explain what she was doing, but had a feeling Trixie didn’t care. She was just taking the opportunity to twist in the knife.

“You’re revolting.” She sniffed, her nose wrinkling. “Ah-- Ack! Trixie can smell it!”

She wasn’t wrong. The stale stench of urine clung to the air as her not-so-accidental accident continued. And it only got worse as she continued to piddle herself. Her diaper crinkled as it expanded, forced to accomodate more and more. Undoubtedly it was a bright yellow all over; a wetting this heavy wouldn’t be complete without a stain to match.

Now even Starlight was plugging her nose, niceties dropped. “Really, Twilight?” But a jealous glint in her eyes betrayed her. She was desperate to go too, but was in no hurry to use her diaper again.

“Couldn’t…” She moaned as the ache finally started to abate. “H-had too…”

Sweet Celestia that came out so wrong. But Twilight was well passed the point of no return. She’d have to explain herself later.

For now, the wetting continued. Starlight just looked away, letting her ears flop down in a futile effort to avoid hearing the hissing sound. Trixie just turned up her nose in disgust. Twilight, for her part, just blushed harder, unable to do much else.

Mercifully, her accident finally ended. The last smattering of urine dribbled out of her, only to find no dry corner of the diaper to absorb it. A little puddle had formed beneath her undercarriage, sloshing whenever she so much as twitched.

Starlight was waving away the stench of fresh pee. “Geeze, Twilight.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “But I just had to put a stop to our tea party.”

Trixie huffed. “And just how is acting like a foal supposed to get us out of this foalish mess?”

Twilight bit her lip and ignored her. She was too busy bracing for the embarrassment to come. And she could only put it off for so long. “M-Mommy?”

“Yes, wittle Twily?”

“I… went peepee.”

Trixie looked at her agast. Starlight at least understood, and gave her the courtesy of pretending she hadn’t heard.

The nursery lifted Twilight up, finally exposing her bloated diaper to the two of them. Starlight winced at the golden garment, probably feeling a spike of pain from her own bladder. Trixie snickered at her; if she needed to go herself she was doing a good job of hiding it.

“Is that so? Let’s see hear sweetie.” A hand approached, wiggling fingers aimed at her crotch.

Twilight held her breath as contact was made. Squishy crinkles filled her ears, just as warm, wet padding filled her marehood. She tried, she tried so hard to ignore it, but it was futile. Her privates began burning once more as the sensation was rubbed against her. It was all Twilight could do to not moan.

As her diaper check continued, the excess pee in her diaper was jostled about. The overflow was forced into every unexplored nook and cranny of her diaper, before finding a way out all on its own: by squeezing through her diaper’s leg holes.

Twilight gasped as pee dripped out of her diaper, immediately falling onto her chair. Had she really soaked it that much?

Trixie snickered at the display. “Way to go, Tinkle-light. You turned our tea party into a ‘pee’ party.” She dissolved into a fit of giggles, which really helped with Twilight’s humiliation. She tried pulling down her maid skirt to hide her diaper, for all the good it would do.

“Trixie,” Starlight groaned, shaking her head.

“Oh my, is my little Twily leaky?” The nursery asked.

Shivering, Twilight forced herself to answer. “Yes, Mommy. I have a leaky diapee.” Trixie’s laughter only grew.

“Aww, don’t worry, sweetie.” A finger booped her nose, before arms began carrying her to the changing table.. “Mommy knows just how to handle a leaky filly.”

Twilight’s brow furrowed at that. She didn’t remember programming a solution for this particular problem. It had never really been an issue before.

Confusion and worry set it, but it wasn’t quite dread. Yet. If anything, Twilight was just a tad more curious to find out what the nursery was planning to do to her. Maybe it could give her insight into the AI’s current state.

While she was set on the changing table, Twilight heard a distinct lack of forced tea sipping across the room. She sighed in relief. At least she’d managed to end the stupid tea party at last.

Starlight and Trixie seemed to realize this, because grunting and struggling began as they tried to break free from the nursery’s hold. It may be focused on Twilight, but it’s grip didn’t lax. They weren’t going anywhere.

And neither was Twilight. The nursery’s arms held her down while it peeled the thoroughly drenched diaper from her waist. As the warm, squishy padding left her crotch, she could feel her marehood tremble at the cold air of the room, and then again for the rush of wet wipes that cleaned up her plot. But mostly, it trembled in remorse as her diaper was snatched away.. She’d been trying not to think about it, but yeah… she’d loved the feeling of that wet diaper. Why did the sensation already have the be over?

Not like I won’t experience it again, Twilight glumly thought. Her waterlogged stomach had many more wettings in store for her. A blessing and a curse.

The nursery fetched a new diaper for her, one with a much drier sun print. “Ready, sweetie?”

Twilight lifted her legs for her answer. There was no point in fighting it. The sooner it was over the better.

The diaper slipped underneath her plot. An arm dumped foal powder all over her crotch, it’s sweet scent overpowering the lingering smell of her pee. As the machine went through all the motions, Twilight hardly paid attention. Her thoughts moved elsewhere, to the possibility of escape.

From atop the changing table she had a decent view of the nursery, even if her skirt and the tube-arms were in the way a bit. Their one and only escape route, the door, sat tauntingly across from her.

Why was this so hard? Three grown mares versus a nursery with a stunted AI, this should be cake. How were they constantly losing? If she could just get to the root of that problem then maybe they could find a better strategy.

She sighed as the tapes of her diaper were smoothed down. Fresh padding hugged her waist, removing any evidence of her accident. Not that it would matter to Trixie, who’d probably still be eager to mock her.

Twilight waited for the arms holding her down to lift her off the table, but was surprised to find them still rigid. Her confusion only lasted a second, because the nursery brought something new into view: another diaper.

The folded square was larger and thicker than the Sunnie had been. The moon print gave it away as a Nightie, but that didn’t really clear anything up.

“Uh…”

“Let’s make sure you’re not a leaky baby anymore, okay Twily?” the nursery teased.

“W-Wait!” Twilight said as the diaper inched closer. She struggled, but mechanical arms had her forelegs pinned down. This was happening whether she wanted it to or not.

And she really didn’t want it. The Nighties on their own made it difficult to move around. In fact, they’d been the cause of at least one of her escape attempts failing. But a Sunnie and a Nightie at once? Twilight would be surprised if she could even waddle with both.

Admittedly the prospect of being double diapered was exciting. Even just thinking about it made her marehood grow a little hotter. But she couldn’t afford this right now!

“Quit it!” Twilight kicked her legs at the diaper. New hands appeared, grabbing her hind legs and holding them up.

“Now now, don’t be a fussy filly,” the nursery warned. Twilight gulped, her sore plot reminding her why disobeying was a bad idea.

The poofy diaper was unfurled and slipped underneath her. Hands wrapped it around, straining to keep the smaller Sunnie contained. Twilight let out a shaky breath as it was taped down, her marehood tingling.

Now double-diapered, the nursery finally let her skirt flop back over the padding and lifted her up. Twilight’s legs dangled in the air, on their way to a full on split with how far apart they were pushed. Concerned, she tried pushing them together, only to get stiff resistance from her soft padding.

“Oh come on,” she moaned.

The nursery set her down beside the table, and surprisingly let her go. It brought Starlight and Trixie off of the table and did the same. All three mare’s were handless.

“What’s going on?” Starlight asked.

“I’m not sure,” Twilight whispered.

“Figures,” Trixie grunted. “A pissy little foal like you clearly doesn’t know anything.”

Twilight’s ears flopped down. Why did she have to dole out such vitriol?

“Trixie,” Starlight snapped. Her attention turned back to Twilight. “At least you got that tea party to end.”

“Thank you.” It had been worth wetting her diaper after all.

“Okay sweetie,” the nursery chimed in. “Mommy’s going to give you a little free time before din-din. Place nice.” All of the hands in the room zwooped back to their holes, leaving the trio alone.

Free time? Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. They were being left to their own devices, and not even trapped in the playpen too. It may have taken all day, but they were finally free from the nursery’s constant vigilance.

“Please tell me you have an escape plan now,” Starlight said.

“Forget her,” Trixie cut in, standing up. “Let’s just get out of here before her pet nursery does something else to us.” She started waddling to the door.

“No, wait!” Twilight called out. She tried to stand up to go after Trixie but her excessive padding stopped her cold. She couldn’t even get both hind legs flat on the carpet!

“Trixie is done waiting for Twilight to ‘save’ us,” Trixie declared, unimpeded in her march to the door. “And she’s had enough of her lies.”

Before Twilight could ponder what that meant, Trixie had toddled all the way to the door! Is she actually about to…?

Hoof on the knob, Trixie tried to turn it.

“Whoa there, Twixie.” Five hands suddenly burst out, swarming her.

“Ah!” Trixie squirmed, but was quickly apprehended. Twilight and Starlight winced. The hands looked like they were holding her tightly. “Let Trixie go this instant!”

“Little foals should definitely not try something dangerous like that,” the nursery declared. It brought her to the center of the room, but instead of setting her down it began lifting her up. “We’ll just have to make sure you don’t wander into trouble again, Twixie-Wixie.”

Twilight saw what it was doing. The baby bouncer hanging below the ceiling… it was going to make sure Trixie couldn’t try to escape again. Starlight waddled closer, her fairy wings swishing with each wide step. Twilight tried to follow, before giving up completely on walking. She was forced to crawl along the floor like a foal to catch up.

“Don’t you dare!” Trixie had figured out the nursery’s plan. And she was not having it.

But her wriggling body couldn’t do anything about being strapped into the baby bouncer. Her goofy tutu bunched up against the straps holding the bouncer and stuck out in awkward angles. It didn’t help that Trixie tried batting the whole skirt down, only to push the problem elsewhere. After the hands left her body, all Trixie could do was kick and punch at the air.

“There we go, sweetheart. Nice and safe.” Two hands grabbed each of her hind legs, pulling her downward. The bouncer’s stretched to accommodate.

“No no no!” Trixie screamed. The nursery let go and sent her bouncing. “Ahh!”

“Have fun sweetie.” The nursery said as the hands disappeared.

“This… feels…” Trixie’s face glowed a deeper red with each bounce. “So… weird…!”

Twilight couldn’t help but feel envious. The force of each pounce was undoubtedly pushing padding right up against Trixie’s marehood. So soft and arousing…

“We’ve got to get her down,” Starlight said, reeling her back to reality. “We can’t all escape if she’s stuck up there.”

“Well…” Twilight wasn’t sure that could be done. Trixie was out of reach until the nursery decided otherwise. “I don’t really… have a plan yet.”

Starlight furrowed her brows. “Seriously Twilight?”

“Of course… she… doesn’t!” Trixie growled from above, getting used to her bouncing predicament. “Don’t you… get it, Starlight?”

Now Starlight’s face wrinkled with confusion. “What?” She looked from Trixie to Twilight and back again. “What are you talking about, Trixie?”

“She’s the one keeping us here!” Trixie yelled.

“Huh?” Starlight raised a brow.

“What?” Twilight squeaked in confusion.

Trixie flailed angrily. “Trixie knows your plot, Twilight! You could get us out of here at anytime, but you want us to remain your sex slaves in your weirdo fetish dungeon forever!”

“I don’t… what are you…” Twilight stumbled over herself. She was flabbergasted.

“Trixie, be serious,” Starlight told her. “Twilight’s just as trapped as we are.”

Trixie huffed bitterly. “Need Trixie remind you of what situation that she-devil had you in when she discovered you? And Trixie could tell that she enjoyed what she was doing to you, Starlight!”

Twilight paled. Is that really what Trixie thought was going on here? She turned to Starlight, desperate to convince her of the truth. “That’s not right, I swear I’d never—”

“I know,” Starlight said calmly. All the tension seemed to fade from Twilight. “Look, I know you… uh… enjoyed that whole spanking thing. And don’t even pretend you didn’t.”

She hung her head in shame. “I… I’m sorry.”

“But I know you’re really stuck here with us, Twilight.” Starlight winked. “Call it… a friend’s intuition.”

Friend… they were still—?

“And fighting amongst ourselves is not going to get us out of here any sooner.” Starlight directed at Trixie.

The sourpuss showmare crossed her hooves. “Well Trixie doesn’t have any such friend intuition.”

“Trixie…” Starlight’s tone was as stern as the nursery’s could get.

As the bouncing slowed, Trixie uncrossed her fore legs. “Fiiiiine,” she moaned.

Starlight rolled her eyes. It seemed that was the best they were going to get.

“Thank you,” Twilight said. It was a real relief that Starlight was sticking up for her. “I honestly thought you were still mad at me.”

“Oh, I am,” Starlight informed her. “Big time.”

“Ah.” Twilight tightened her lips. No way it would be that easy.

“But.” Starlight put a hoof on her shoulder. “It can wait. I really want to get out of here before I have to use a diaper again.” Her hind legs were wobbly, fetlocks pointing at one another. She was clearly hanging on desperately to stay dry.

“Right, I’ll think of something,” she promised.

“We will think of something,” Starlight corrected. She looked up. “Right, Trixie?”

“Get Trixie down this instant!”

Twilight giggled. For the first time today, she felt like she actually had some hope things would turn out okay.

Author's Note

The chapter I've been working on has gotten way too long to publish as is (and still isn't even done yet!), so I decided to split it up to make it more manageable to read. The next one should be finished soon, but until then hope you enjoyed this shorter than usual outing.

Biting the Hands that Feed

Up until dinner, they plotted. It was all they could do. Twilight was useless now that she was unable to even walk. The bulk of her dual diapers ensured she wasn’t going to be standing any time soon, let alone run to the door. On top of that, Trixie was kept in perpetual bounce. Anytime she slowed down a hand or two would appear to launch her once again.

Scheming and waiting was the best they could do. And Twilight had to admit that it was turning out better than she expected. Starlight had a few ideas she might never have considered, and Trixie… was good at shooting down bad plans at least.

“Trixie will not be some decoy!” She declared mightily from her bouncer. “She is going to be the first one out. Understand?”

Twilight sighed heavily. Starlight wasn’t far behind. The poor mare was crossing her legs as best she could while sitting in her padding. She was in a near constant state of cringe, holding back a bladder that must have been beyond full.

Twilight could sympathize. The rest of her tea was starting to catch up with her, to the point where she could feel a dull ache in her own bladder. Not even close to Starlight’s desperation, but she had been lucky enough to go once already and still felt the need already. She could only imagine what her friend was going through.

“Maybe you should just go ahead and… you know, go,” Twilight suggested.

Starlight bit her lip furiously and shook her head.

“You don’t want it to all come out during our escape again, do you?” Twilight reminded her.

She couldn’t tell if Starlight’s face was red from exertion or embarrassment. “If I’m remembering correctly,” she managed. “I wasn’t the one who messed up that time.”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to blush. “U-Uh, well… still.”

Starlight grunted, diaper crinkling as she tried to tighten her crossed legs. “But I don’t think I’ll hold out much longer anyway.”

She stood, biting her lip as she looked back at her diapered rump. They both knew it would’ve been a lot better if she didn’t go right now. Aside from taking up time they should be using to plan their escape, she also ran the risk of leaking and getting stuck like Twilight with double diapers. But at the same time it was clear Starlight could no longer hold back.

“Don’t do it!” Trixie commanded from her bouncer. She kicked and flailed angrily. “It’s what she wants you to do!”

Twilight’s ears flopped down. So Trixie was still convinced she was behind this whole thing?

“Trixie!” Starlight snapped. The bouncing mare pouted, but didn’t fire back with more slander.

Starlight sighed, positioning herself to let go. Her plot rose ever so slightly into the air, and her face fixed in concentration. It wasn’t easy to willingly wet yourself, even when you had to go. Twilight had needed to practice a lot just to get to where she was today.

Starlight glanced at her, and looked away. “Could you…?”

“Oh, sorry.” Twilight turned around, awkwardly scooting on her massive poofy butt. Of course Starlight would want privacy.

Once she was looking away, the waiting game commenced. Starlight had to grunt and groan to force herself to pee. It took a while, to the point where Twilight and Trixie were straining their necks with how desperately they were looking away. But it did, eventually, happen.

Hisssssss.

“Uuugh.” Starlight shuddered as her not-accidental accident began. For a while, the only sounds were of Starlight wetting her diaper. The pee hitting the padding, being soaked up, squishing about as it settled, and then the cycle would repeat. A wet melody performing for a captive audience.

Twilight chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to stop herself from twitching. She wanted to watch. She wanted to do so much more. But she held back those perverse thoughts; now was really not the time for them.

When Starlight finished, she seemed to forget the inconvenience of the diaper for a moment when she sat down.

squish squish

“Eeew,” she shivered and stood as Twilight turned back around.

“Just ask the nursery for a change,” Twilight said. “Then we can get started on the plan.” She looked up. “Unless you need to go too, Trixie.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie will do no such thing!” Trixie screeched. “You cannot trick Trixie into using this… this ghastly thing!”

“Alright, suit yourself.” Even though Trixie said that, the stress behind her voice was a huge tell. She was desperately holding back her own little bathroom break.

“At least I’m not leaking,” Starlight said as she observed her very yellow diaper. “That’s a plus.” She looked up hesitantly, lips tightening. “Uh… H-Hey… It’s going to change me, right?”

“Of courses it will,” Twilight said. “Just ask it to—”

“Okay, sweeties!” The nursery chirped. Starlight looked to Twilight in confusion, but was answered before she could ask. “It’s dinnertime!”

“Uh oh.” Twilight tightened her lips.

“Uh oh?” Starlight’s brow furrowed. Hands reached down and picked her up. “Why uh oh?”

More hands grabbed Twilight. She winced, knowing what was to come. “The nursery doesn’t do changes during mealtimes.” Her eyes drifted to the yellow diaper. “You’re going to have to wait until we’re done eating.”

“What?!” Starlight squeaked. “Twilight!”

“See, Trixie told you!” Trixie piped up as she was removed from the bouncer. She pointed accusingly at Twilight. “All according to her plan.”

“No it isn’t!” Twilight cried as the trio were brought across the room.

Apparently the nursery wanted Starlight to go first. She was plopped in the high-chair, diaper squishing and face contorting with disgust.

“Eew!” she cried, kicking her legs while the tray table locked her in. “Change me! Change me now!” she demanded of the nursery.

“Now let’s see what’s for dinner, sweetie.” The nursery popped open the fridge, a hand scanning the assortment of jars. “Ah.”

It withdrew asparagus foal food. Why Twilight even had a disastrous flavor like that in storage, she couldn’t even remember. But she groaned just thinking about it.

“Come on, just change me first!” Starlight pleaded, wiggling around in the confines of the chair. squish squish squish. She cringed.

The lid popped off, a spoon dove in, a bib was wrapped around her fairy dress. A glob of green mush drifted towards Starlight’s mouth. “Time for num nums, Glim Glam!”

“It’s not going to listen to you!” Twilight explained.

“Bu—Mmmff!” The spoon made contact. Starlight whimpered and moaned at the taste, hooves curling in disgust.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Twilight whispered, wincing.

The nursery held the spoon in place, waiting until Starlight swallowed. Which she eventually did, chasing down her meal with a shiver of her spine, and gasping when the spoon retreated.

“Ooooh…” She groaned. “Why does it taste so bad?”

“Open wide for the choo-choo train, sweetie!” The nursery cooed. It stabbed the spoon in Starlight’s mouth before the mare could put up a fight. “Choo! Choo!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Twilight called over Starlight’s moans of disgust. It wasn’t going well for the fairy princess at all; just the wet diaper or the foal food would be enough of a problem, but both were probably hell for poor Starlight.

“Hmmph.” Trixie crossed her fore legs, pouting. “Don’t pretend like you can’t stop this anytime, Twilight.”

“I can’t!” She insisted. “Why do you think I’d try to trap you in here?”

“Because—” Trixie bit her lip and looked away. “Shut up!”

“Trixie…” The moans of a grossed out Starlight filled the silence between them. Twilight clenched her jaw. This had to end. Trixie couldn’t keep acting like this; they’d have to at least pretend they were a team to make their escape plan work.

But in order to do that, Twilight was going to have to change Trixie’s mind about her.

She wanted to groan. I think I’d rather take my chances with the AI.

“Somepony stop this thing!” Starlight cried out as another glob of asparagus mush hit her tongue.

“You could at least pretend not to hate me for two seconds?” She asked in frustration.

“Why don’t you pretend you’re actually a maid!” she fired back, gesturing to Twilight’s outfit. “Trixie may actually be able to tolerate you if you followed all of her orders.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Be serious.”

“Trixie is being serious!”

Twilight let her face sink into her hoof. This was getting them nowhere. She was not about to deign to Trixie’s request, but she also couldn’t think of anything else that would get her to cooperate. She was just too stubborn, but all that stubbornness was going to get her was a used diaper pretty soon.

Wait a second.

Outstretching her wing, Twilight flipped Trixie’s tutu up to reveal her still-white diaper.

“What are you doing?” Trixie cried, pushing the fabric down to hide her shame.

“Just giving you a diaper check,” Twilight said casually. “Figured that might be why you’re so cranky.”

“Trixie is not cranky!” She snapped. “And Trixie would also never stoop to using this… this thing.”

“Well you won’t have a choice if we don’t escape,” Twilight said rather matter-of-factly. “Or do you honestly think you’ll be able to hold it in forever?”

“Mmmm…” Trixie tried to cross her hind legs, biting her lip. Clearly, she wouldn’t hold out for much longer. “T-Trixie sees your point. She still knows you’re really behind all this, but she sees your point.”

Twilight groaned. Well… progress at least. “If it makes you feel any better, you can be the one who goes for the door, okay?

Their plan was elegantly simple, it wouldn’t be hard for Twilight to fill Trixie’s role and vice versa. In fact, given her track record, this may be for the best.

“Hmm,” Trixie pondered. “Fine. Trixie assumes Starlight will be able to keep you on track. Unless your succubus ways get the better of you and you try to take advantage of her again.”

Twilight’s face burned. The pleasure, and the humiliation, of her time humping Starlight came flooding back. Her crotch was wet. “That wasn’t on purpose!” she squeaked.

“Gaaaah!” Starlight moaned as an empty jar was removed from the tray table. Her dinner was done.

“Gee, somefilly was hungry,” the nursery teased as it plucked Starlight from the high chair.

“Just change me already!” Starlight begged, gagging on the asparagus mush that stuck to her mouth.

The nursery paid her complaint no heed as it held her over and patted her back to burp her. It didn’t stop until a reluctant “urp” escaped Starlight’s lips. From there it cradled her while a bottle of milk appeared with a new hand.

“Oh come on!”

While an amber nipple was shoved into Starlight’s mouth, the arms holding Trixie moved her forward.

“Don’t you dare feed Trixie that slop!” Trixie shouted. Unlike Starlight, this was Trixie’s first time suffering through feeding. She didn’t know what to expect, but knew she didn’t want to be locked in that high chair all the same.

But the tray table still clicked closed, a bib still tied itself around her neck, and more asparagus foal food appeared to be eaten.

“Sparkle, tell your pervert machine to stop!” Trixie yelled. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will not—”

“Choo Choo!” Foal food slammed into Trixie’s mouth. Twilight winced.

“Mmmph! MmmMmm!” Trixie shook her head, face turning green. The nursery didn’t take the spoon out, however. It had learned to make sure it’s filly’s ate.

Trixie kicked and cried and gagged and groaned, but nothing got the nasty mush out of her mouth.

“You have to swallow it!” Twilight told her.

“Mmh!” She got an indignant glare for her trouble.

“Twixie jus’ dowwit!” Starlight insisted as formula dribbled down her chin.

“Mmmm…” Body tensing up, Trixie forced herself to swallow the mush. She hacked and coughed when the spoon finally left her. But she only got a moment’s respite before… “No!”

“Open up, dearie!” Another spoonful jumped down her throat.

Trixie’s strained gurgles were hard to listen to. Twilight had to look away while the poor mare was fed. Her ears even flopped down when the pleading began.

“Please, Trixie will do anything if you don’t—Mmph!”

“Stop it! Just stop it, stop it, stopit!”

“Mmmph! Pwease no more! Hmmphfgrph! I’m full! I’m full!”

The nursery didn’t stop until the jar was empty. By then, Twilight finally worked up the nerve to look over.

Trixie’s face was twisted in permanent disgust. Her lips were pursed, as though she was ready to throw up at any moment. Her whole body was shaking.

“Good girl!” The nursery patted her head. “You ate every last bite just for Mommy, didn’t you?”

Trixie moaned, not able to work up the energy for a comeback.

She was finally released from the high chair, plucked from her spot, and burped. The small break gave Trixie a chance to resume her kicking and squirming, but it was noticeably diminished. She was slowly coming to terms with how powerless she was on her own.

That was… actually kind of good for Twilight, as bad as it sounded to admit that. If nothing else, it would get Trixie to accept that they needed to work together. Hopefully she’d actually follow the plan because of it, and not try to save just herself.

Meanwhile, Starlight was just finishing up her bottle. The rubber nipple popped free from her lips, and Starlight moaned now that her belly was full. She looked tired.

As the bottle was taken away to be refilled, Trixie was moved over to the arm-cradle. She and Starlight managed awkward eye contact before looking away.

“Can I please get a change now?” Starlight asked. But the nursery didn’t respond.

“Time for your baba, Twixie!” The nursery chirped.

Before either mare could get a confused look across, they realized what was happening. Trixie was pushed into the cradling arms, but Starlight wasn’t moved. Instead, she ended up on top of her. Once more, the nursery just forgot about the extra filly lying around.

“Not again!” Starlight groaned.

Trixie’s back curled against her pink stomach stomach. Her head dipped back right next to Starlight’s. The skirt and tutu bunched up against each other, making room for their diapers to connect. And boy did they. Trixie’s padded butt nestled right up against Starlight’s yellow crotch.

“A-Ah!” Starlight whimpered. Her face burned red. Trixie’s wasn’t far behind, but before she could say anything the bottle’s nipple invaded her mouth, held there by the nursery’s hands.

“Mmm…” Trixie whimpered. She squirmed, trying to escape this position.

crinkle squish crinkle squish crinkle squish squish squish

“S-Stop!” Starlight begged, her body tensing up.

Trixie forced herself to settle down to avoid anymore mingling of their diapers. Both mares were completely stuck in an awkward spoon, held that why by mechanical hands. Their faces glowed, and they did everything they could to avoid eye contact.

Twilight watched. Twilight stared. Twilight felt her wings get stiff.

Stop stop stop! Her face boiled and she quickly looked away, just in time to realize she was being plopped in the high chair. Now she had a front row seat to witness the awkwardly arousing display before her.

The tray table snapped closed, Twilight’s hooves now trapped. Her thick diaper wrapped around her hooves, and pushed them against the sides of the chair. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but Twilight knew before she even struggled that she wasn’t fixing this.

A jar of foal food appeared before her. Asparagus again. Sure, why not?

Twilight tried not to look at it, only to find herself staring once more at Trixie and Starlight’s… situation. She looked back to the foal food. Somehow that was better.

“Wet Twixie go!” Trixie demanded from behind the bottle. Even so much as kicking sent her diaper pumping against Starlight’s. Both winced.

“You have to drink all the milk,” Starlight told her. “It won’t let us go otherwise.” Her face twisted as sensations kept hitting her crotch. “P-Please…”

“Grrr…” Trixie’s face somehow flushed more. But, left with no choice, she started to suckle.

Twilight, meanwhile, had to contend with a spoonful of green-brown mush that was approaching her. Her nose curled at the smell; she could handle dirty diapers, but not this.

“Open up, sweetie,” the nursery cooed.

Twilight’s snout scrunched up, ears folding down. Just the sight of the gooey glob resting on the spoon made her tongue recoil. But she knew there was no escaping eating it. And every second she put this off was another second trapped here.

Her lips parted.

“Good girl!” The spoon pushed in, dropping its payload right onto her tongue.

“Mmmmrrrrr…” Twilight shivered, her body tensing up. It was vile! How could she have ever thought this would be a good flavor to buy? She swallowed, gagged, and waited for her next spoonful.

Across from her, Trixie was purging that very taste from her mouth with fresh milk. Her face scrunched up as she forced herself to suckle, but had at least stopped wiggling around. Though, Starlight still had to deal with the diaper pressing against her wet, padded crotch, but this was a start.

“Let me up!” She demanded. The nursery didn’t even respond.

“Here comes the choo choo train, Twily,” It said, bringing another spoonful to her mouth.

Twilight gagged her way through the rest of the mush. She pushed through the worst of the rotten taste, biting back tears when the flavor became too much for her. If Starlight and Trixie had survived it, then so would she.

It was a small mercy when the spoon was dropped in the empty glass jar.

“All done!” The nursery said. “Wow, you ate that so quickly, Twily. Are you still hungry?”

“No!” She groaned. “No, please… no.”

“Okay then sweetie, let’s get you your baba then.” The tray table released. Twilight was lifted, burped, and brought over to the cradle. Trixie’s eyes were closed, her face much more relaxed now. She was still suckling, but surprisingly her bottle was empty.

“Trixie?” Twilight asked. The mare snapped back to reality.

“Wha’?” Her eyes widened at the empty bottle. “Mmph! Nuh! Naw’ wha’ it wooks wike!”

The bottle was plucked from her mouth. Twilight was brought overtop of her.

“Wait!” Starlight croaked from the bottom.

“NO!” Trixie screamed, squirming for freedom. Starlight yelped.

Twilight was lowered on top of Trixie. Her body nestled into place, much like Trixie’s had with Starlight’s. Right down to her massive padded plot against Trixie’s crinkly crotch.

“Eeep!” Trixie squeaked, undoubtedly feeling a flood of floof against her privates. She wiggled furiously between the two. “Get off of me you pervert!”

“T-Trixie!” Starlight begged from below, face easily the reddest of the bunch.

“Just remember the plan!” Twilight begged. “We’ll be out of here soon, I promise.”

Trixie finally settled down, either for Starlight’s sake or her own. Being squished between two layers must’ve felt the best worst out of the three of them. Twilight herself felt her massive poof rubbing up against her plot, getting her marehood all wet again. She almost reached for her crotch.

The bottle returned, this time aiming for Twilight’s mouth. She let it in, eager to taste something good for a change. She suckled quickly, desperately, hoping to get the three of them out of this situation as soon as possible. For their sake, and her own. She didn’t know if she could contain herself at this rate.

“Trixie is going to have your head when we get out of here,” Trixie hissed in her ear. “You hear Trixie? You’re dead, Sparkle.”

Twilight whimpered. So much for making progress with Trixie. She was just as angry as ever, if not moreso. This wouldn’t be over, assuming their plan did get them out.

After that, she at least had silence, save the crinkles and squishes that continued to plague them. They waited for her to finish her bottle. A maid, a ballerina, and a fairy princess, each trying not to lose it during their triple spooning session.

Twilight could at least take solace in the fact that her milk was good. It washed away the asparagus until it was nothing but a bad memory. She didn’t stop suckling till the bottle was dry.

“Finally!” Trixie exclaimed as a hand took the bottle away for the last time.

“That’s it, sweeties. Num-num time is over.” The nursery peeled Twilight from Trixie, and Trixie from Starlight, who gasped with relief.

“Good, now let’s get out of here!” Trixie insisted as their bibs were removed and faces wiped.

“I’m getting changed first,” Starlight demanded with a huff. Her face still had not come down from that blistering shade of red.

Twilight nodded. It was only fair.

“I need a change!” Starlight demanded of the nursery.

“Oh?” A hand made contact with Starlight’s diaper, causing to “eep” in surprise. “Did you have a little accident, Glim Glam?”

“Uggh,” Starlight groan, face contorting with disgust as the diaper check continued. Eventually, she dropped her pride and answered. “Yes…”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy knows just what to do.”

Starlight was whisked away across the room, and landed at the changing table. While the nursery went to work on her, it dropped off Twilight and Trixie at the play pen.

“Great,” Twilight said as she observed the mesh walls around them. This might be a little difficult for the plan. She looked to Trixie, who was turned away, hooves crossed, face pouting. “Come on, Trixie, you know I didn’t mean for that to happ—”

“Does Trixie know that?” she snapped back. “Or do you just want her to think that?”

Twilight almost flopped over. Were they really back to square one? “Look, Trixie, I’m really sorry this happened. But I am not purposely keeping us here. You don’t honestly think I’d want anypony to know about all of this in the first place, do you?”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t.” Trixie pouted, refusing to look at her. “....You probably didn’t.”

“I didn’t, I swear.”

Trixie huffed. “Whatever.”

Her grumbly response didn’t carry the weight of anger that Twilight feared. It was something, and she’d have to take it for now.

Two hands brought Starlight into the playpen, a fresh diaper wrapped around her waist. The look of relief on the pink mare’s face was palpable.

“Okay girls, we have a few minutes before you have to get ready for bed. Just let Mommy know if you need something.”

A few minutes was all they needed. And just in time, too. If they’d been put down for the night it would have all been over.

“So… are we ready?” Twilight asked. Starlight nodded. Trixie turned to face the group. She still didn’t meet Twilight’s eye, but she was ready. “Trixie, you know what to do, right?”

“Go for the door.” She said.

“After...?” Last time the nursery had been quick to put that notion down.

“After Trixie sees all sixteen hands are busy.” Trixie mumbled. They’d gone over it enough, but it never hurt to be sure.

“Okay.” Twilight looked to Starlight. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Right.” Twilight took a deep breath. “Uh… Mommy?”

Two hands popped free from the wall. “Yes, Twily? What is it, honey?”

Her eyes drifted around the room, before settling on the stroller and baby carriage folded up against the wall. “Can I go for a walk?”

The hands reached down and picked her up. “Of course you can, Twily-Wily.” A finger booped her nose before leading her across the room.

That’s two.

As Twilight left the playpen, Starlight began enacting her half of the plan. She gathered up all the blocks she could from inside the pen and began chucking them out, left and right. Some whizzed far into the room, some barely made it beyond the edges of the pen, but all of them scattered about the carpet.

“Mommy?” Starlight asked, struggling to get her voice to sound like a cutesy filly. “Can you get my blocks please?”

“Of course, Glim Glam.” Hands started pouring out of the walls and ceiling, grabbing the colorful blocks and bringing them home. But each time they returned to the pen, Starlight would “accidentally” lose them again. She managed to get eight hands going on this wild goose chase.

That’s ten.

The nursery pulled the stroller and the baby carriage free from the wall, unfolding them for Twilight to inspect. “Which do you prefer, sweetie?”

“Hmm... Can you roll them both so I can see?” she asked, with no intention to pick either.

“Of course, Twily.” Two hands on the stroller, two on the carriage. The nursery sent them on a lap around the room to be compared.

That’s fourteen.

She looked back to Starlight, who was desperately throwing blocks as fast as she could. Try as she might, there just wasn’t enough to keep more than eight hands busy. Trixie was ready and waiting to go, but the last two hands had to be too busy before she could make her move.

“Uh…” Twilight creased her brow. “I… I need a changie!”

“Oh?” A new hand appeared. It dove into her crotch, feeling for any signs of wetness.

Twilight bit her lip. Even through the thick, doubled up padding she could feel the hand pressing the puffy interior into her crotch. Her marehood quivered and twitched. It was so warm…

“Are you sure, sweetie?”

“Yes!” Twilight nodded. “I made peepee and poopoo!”

Another hand appeared, this time exploring her backside for signs of mess. Both caressed her most delicate areas… feeling her up… getting her excited.

“A-Ahh~!” Twilight gasped. “That’s… That’s sixteen!” she shouted.

Trixie bolted.

She climbed over the edge of the playpen. Starlight didn’t slow in the slightest, throwing blocks in the opposite direction of Trixie’s path to keep the hands out of her way.

Trixie stumbled and waddled, but kept going across the room. Her padding’s desperate crinkles marked her progress as they grew fainter the further away she went.

And then she was there, at the door. They’d done it. Once Trixie was out of the room, she could find a way to get the inhibitor ring off undisturbed and come back for them. Had it just been Twilight, she might’ve worried Trixie would leave her behind, but Starlight being here was all the insurance she needed to assuage that fear.

Trixie’s hoove touched the doorknob, and slowly turned it.

The hands holding Twilight stiffened. And dropped her.

Poof! crinkle crinkle

She landed on her padded plot, flanks sinking in to the thick padding. The hands above her zoomed across the room. Every hand did, in fact. Blocks and strollers were abandoned. They had a new target: Trixie.

“Look out!” Starlight screamed.

The unsuspecting mare was only halfway through opening the door when she turned around. “What— AAAHHHH!”

One hand slammed the door closed with a bone-shaking thud. The other fifteen dogpiled Trixie.

“No! No! Let Trixie go!” She thrashed and fought, but no matter how violent she got there was no stopping the hands from pulling her away from the door.

“That was a very naughty thing to do, Twixie.” Hands grabbed her limbs, her joints, forcing her into stillness.

“Leave her alone!” Starlight demanded. She scrambled out the playpen and jumped at the tube arms. She managed to grab a bundle of the lowest hanging ones and pulled, forcing their hands away from Trixie.

“Glim Glam! Not you too!”

Twilight pushed herself upright. She couldn’t just do nothing! This might be their last shot at escaping; they had to give it their all. She crawled to the tea table.

Hands curved away from Trixie to grab Starlight, lifting her up off the ground. She still clung to the tubes she’d managed to nab, refusing the AI however she could. But the hands were able to peel away her hold, freeing them.

“Oh no you don’t!” Twilight grabbed the nearest chair, and threw it at the arms with all her strength. It bounced off of them, uselessly.

“Twilight!” The nursery gasped.

Trixie, at least marginally free, dug her teeth into the nearest hand.

“Trixie!”

Starlight regained her hold on the tube-arms, and shook them, disrupting their hands with violent wiggling.

“Starlight!”

Twilight threw another chair. What else could she do?

“Enough!”

The tide turned immediately. Trixie’s legs were forced out, splaying her in a big X shape. Starlight had her legs tugged away from the tubes, and moved far, far away from them. Hands came for Twilight, who tried to run. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten how unwieldy her diapers were. They dropped her to the ground, and she couldn’t crawl fast enough to escape.

Within seconds, all three were stripped of their ability to move.

“You three have been very bad fillies!” The nurseries angry tone invoked the calm rage of Celestia and the disappointment of Twilight’s mother at the same time. It made her shiver. “I see I have no choice but to discipline you all until I’m sure you will behave.”

“Wait!” Twilight cried. Trixie and Starlight still struggled, but it was useless. The hands of the nursery tightened their grip, and brought the trio to the center of the room.

So close. So, so close!

The door had been opened! It was further than they had ever got before. How had the nursery managed to thwart them? Had it’s code really internalized the notion to keep them here so much that just touching the door would cause it’s full attention to be directed toward them?

Had they really failed?

They were all brought to the floor, but not released. One hand on each of their legs held them down, firmly. No amount of fighting back would get them to move. All of Twilight’s strength didn’t even buy her an inch.

The nursery lined them up, flank to flank. Twilight and Trixie practically smushed Starlight between them.

Then a hand grabbed Trixie’s tail, lifting her plot skyward. She yelped, head forced downward. Starlight got the same treatment, resisting until the pull was too painful to bear.

Twilight got something different. Instead of her tail, the nursery grabbed her diaper by the seat. Padding bunched up by her marehood, but she didn’t have time to enjoy it. The nursery pulled up on the diaper, exposing her butt cheeks while giving her the biggest wedgie of her life.

“Hey!” Twilight squeaked, feeling her padding ride up against her. Her head was brought down was her plot was pointed towards the ceiling. The nursery held her like that, wedgie and all. “Stop that!”

Fifteen hands restrained them. That left just one free.

It appeared before them, twirling a paddle. The three mare’s collectively widened their eyes with fear.

“I don’t like having to do this,” the nursery said with cold rage. “But you naughty, naughty girls have left me no other choice.”

“Don’t do this!” Starlight cried out. Fear for her plot was well instilled in her. Sore cheeks could undoubtedly attest to that.

“You will not bring that thing anywhere near Trixie’s flanks!” Trixie shrilly barked. “Twilight, make it stop! Tell it no more!”

“P-Please…” Twilight shook. Her butt, as much as she tried to ignore it, was still dealing with a stiff ache from the many spanks she’d earned since being trapped here. The prospect of more… it tantalized her. Scared her. She wanted this. She didn’t want it.

Her marehood quivered in anticipation.

The paddle disappeared behind them. Their pleas had fallen on deaf ears. They were going to take their punishment whether they wanted it or not. As it vanished from view, Twilight found herself breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was quite for a moment. They tried looking behind to see it, but kept getting in each other’s way. They really could only wait. Wait in agnony, however long the nursery saw fit.

Just…

...wait…

...until...

CRACK!

“AH!” Trixie yelped. The first blow had been dealt, slapping against new territory.

“Bad girls!”

CRACK! WHACK!

Trixie cried out again. “S-Stop it!” Tears were blinking into her eyes. Was it because she was just not used to the spankings? Or were they really that bad this time around? Twilight gulped.

CRACK!

“Gah!” Starlight’s whole body lurched against her restraints. The wind from the paddle managed to ruffle Trixie’s tutu.

CRACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!

“Ah, ah, a-AH! Ouch!” Starlight whimpered as her plot was battered by the AI.

Twilight bit her lip with worry. Maybe it really was that bad this time around. Her marehood quivered, anticipating her spanks while being smothered in padding. She squirmed, trying to focus on something else, but it didn’t work. She was just too horny—

CRACK!

Twilight gasped. The sharp smack connected like a stick of dynamite going off.

Pain. It exploded against her cheeks. Her sore plot ignited with a deep and lasting sting. This was far harder than the nursery had ever spanked her before. It was mad. It was furious.

If this went on they’d all… “No, don’t—”

CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!

“Aahh! ...huh...huh… A-AH-aaah…” The paddle rained down a terrifying flurry of blows. Each strike reddened her bottom, but her marehood burned more. The hand hiked up her diaper wedgie even further for leverage and a moan escaped her lips.

WHACK! WHACK! CRACK!

“OoooUUuuuuh…” Twilight’s pleasured moans were too hard to fight back. The horrible stinging was so arousing, the wedgie continued to bunch up padding against her. She was edging ever closer to a new climax.

CRACK!

“Oww!” Starlight cried.

Oh come on, Twilight whined in her head. Her marehood pleaded for release. She was so jealous of Starlight right now.

WHACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK!

“No more!” Starlight whimpered. “P-Please!”

CRACK! WHACK!

“Ah! Ah!” cried a barely recovered Trixie. Her flanks were red, but somehow her face out-glowed them still.

CRACK! CRACK! WHACK CRACK! CRACK!

“Stop picking on Trixie!” Trixie sobbed. There was no holding back the tears for her anymore. They flowed faster with each smack of her plot. She redoubled her efforts to escape and, well… at least the way her tutu swished was kind of cute.

The nursery switched back to Starlight, then Twilight, then Starlight again, before finally giving Trixie some more attention. All three mares were completely at the AI’s mercy. Helpless to escape, helpless to reason with it. Though they tried both in equal measures, really all they could do was wait their next turn and accept their lashings.

Starlight was next to break down. Tears finally sprung from her eyes by about her fiftieth spank. She was a blubbering mess a few seconds later, tears in her eyes, snot dribbling from her nose.

Twilight tried to apologize again, but the words died in her throat. Her jaw was clenched so tightly that she doubted it would ever open again. But it was only partially from the pain. The other part was from how unbelievably horny she was getting.

CRACK! CRACK WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK!

The paddle was curving through the air as it struck. The vicious swings grew more sadistic as time went on. Twilight’s plot was getting so red that it might just stay that color for a while.

And she loved it.

CRACK!

“Yesss…” She moaned. Her marehood gushed into the padding, which still rode up against it from her wedgie. “Yesss…”

CRACK! WHACK!

How long had it been spanking just her? Was it even spanking her? Her plot could barely tell anymore. Everything just stung, in ways it never had before. Euphoria. Ecstasy. Words failed to capture the excitement in her stomach, the pounding of her heart. She wanted more.

She wanted to cum.

CRACK!

“Unf!” Twilight yelped. She shook her flanks up and down. Her marehood rubbed against the tight diaper wedgie.

WHACK!

“Oouf!” Sparks must have been flying, because that’s what it felt like. If only it would catch fire…

CRACK! Right down on her raised marehood, just with a layer of cushy padding in between.

“YES!” Twilight screamed. She was finally cumming.

Heat radiated out from crotch, the sensation spreading, rippling, as it overcame her. She shivered with pleasure, the thunderous spankings not slowing at all. Twilight got no respite… perfect.

“YES!” She screamed loudly, again. She never knew she could feel this good and this bad at the same time.

“Ugh!” Trixie feigned puking. “You are revolting!”

Twilight had forgotten all about Trixie and Starlight. Now, mid-orgasm, she could only stare in horror knowing they’d both witnessed her… episode. Was it wrong that this made her feel even better?

CRACK!

One last spank, the unlucky recipient being Starlight. She whimpered between the disgruntled ballerina and the cumming maid. Finally, the hand holding the paddle withdrew.

“Is it over?” Starlight asked.

Twilight finally started to come down from her high. The terajoules of energy flowing through her were expended. Now she only had pain, and shame.

“I-I-I-I…” She couldn’t form words. She looked away from Starlight’s worried face and Trixie’s angry glare.

“I want you girls to understand that mommy is not happy that she had to spank you all,” the nursery sternly snapped. It was tapping into Celestia at her most angry, no doubt.

Trixie managed to scoff through her tears. “Well somepony certainly was.” Twilight wanted to dissolve.

“But I’m not going to have anymore disobedient fillies, am I?” It asked. The crickets chirped. “AM I?”

“No!” Starlight gasped, shaking her head. “We’ll be good.”

“Promise!” Twilight croaked out.

Trixie nodded along, face already contorting back to worry. She looked up in fear of the paddle. “Trixie swears!”

“Good.”

The trio found themselves in the air once more, their mechanical nanny still wary about letting them go. Promise or no promise, they had shaken the machine’s trust in them, and wouldn’t be earning it back anytime soon.

“Now you’re going to be good little girls and go to sleep, understand?” The nursery asked.

Starlight and Trixie nodded. Of course they did, their rumps were still radiating red-hot pain and they couldn’t see the problem with going to bed right now. But Twilight could.

“Wait!” She shouted, weakly pulling at the hands holding her. They couldn’t be put to bed! The nursery would have all night for it’s slow-developing AI to process everything that happened. Come morning, it would be near perfect at balancing three fillies. They’d never escape!

“Twily, don’t fuss,” the AI sternly reprimanded. “Now, does anypony need a diapee change before we go night-night?”

All three were quiet. Twilight and Starlight had dealt with that particular issue already, and neither were eager to lie just to have the nursery poke about their already tender plots. Even if it would buy them some time, Twilight highly doubted any of them would be able to escape during a change.

She looked over at the girls, figuring they were thinking the same. Starlight seemed to be on her page, but Trixie… Trixie looked like she was straining to hold it all in. Her face was scrunched up in concentration, redder than her flanks by a wide margin. She was really struggling.

That’s right! Twilight realized. Trixie never used her diaper. Between the tea party and dinner, that probably amounted to a lot building up. How long had she been holding it just to avoid going in her diaper? Possibly hours, not to mention all throughout the spankings. But that meant…

“Trixie, use your diaper!” Twilight cried out.

“What?” Came a pained cry of indignation. Trixie glared at her. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will do no such thing!”

“If no filly needs a change then we can just go straight to beddie-bye.”

“Trixie, I’m serious!” Twilight insisted. “You won’t get a change until morning otherwise.”

“Then Trixie will hold it until morning when you finally let us leave!” Trixie declared. “She will not stoop to your level. Ever!”

“Trixie,” Starlight almost groaned. “Come on, you’ve been holding it all day.”

“Stop talking!” Trixie screamed. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will not use a diaper and that is final!”

Twilight wanted to protest further, but realized they were now above the crib. It really was too late. As she was lowered down onto the mattress, Twilight really, really hoped Trixie was able to hold it.

“Come now, Glim Glam.” The nursery started lowering Starlight next.

“Wait, it’s too small!” She protested.

Twilight had to agree. The crib had been designed just for her. Sure there was wiggle room, but not a lot.

The nursery didn’t seem bothered by this fact though. It stuffed Starlight down next to Twilight, her hindlegs right next to Twilight’s face. The two were crammed together, pressing against the bars of the crib. One of Twilight’s forelegs was stuck under Starlight’s poofy diaper, and she had a feeling it would be staying there.

“Isn’t there somewhere else we could sleep?” Starlight begged Twilight.

As best she could, she shook her head. She had back-ups and spares for a lot of smaller things in the nursery, but a crib? Why would she have ever thought to get more of those?

“Put Trixie down!” Came a demand from above.

Twilight looked up just in time to see Trixie lowered on top of her. “Wait!” She and Trixie were stomach to stomach, heads aligned perfectly with each other’s diapers.

crinkle crinkle

Trixie’s padded rear ended up right on Twilight’s face. The soft padding wrapped around her muzzle and chin, filling her nose with the scent of baby powder. A pink tutu filled what remained of Twilight’s vision.

“Mmph!” Twilight protested.

“Hey!” Starlight complained, finding herself even more smushed then before. Her fairy wings bent as they were forced into the bars.

“You will not hold Trixie in here!” Trixie screamed. She started to stand on top of Twilight, grabbing onto the rails of the crib.

“Uh-uh, Twixie.” Hands pushed her back down. “That’s a no-no.”

Trixie’s ears immediately flopped down, fearing the return of the paddle.

Hands continued to hold her down while more reached under the crib and unhooked something. Twilight groaned when she realized what it was.

A large plastic cover for the crib appeared into view. The hands holding Trixie slinked away while the lid was placed over their crib. As if that wasn’t enough, a padlock was brought out, securing their cell with maximum security.

“Ergh!” Trixie’s face scrunched up as she glared back at Twilight. “Tell it to stop!”

“Mmmph mrr!” Twilight replied. Trixie lifted her hindquarters up ever so slightly. “I can’t! I keep telling you I can’t control the AI, Trixie.”

“Hmmph!” She turned up her snout, and plopped her wounded rear back down on Twilight with a wince. “When will you stop lying?”

“Now you three be good girls tonight. Mommy doesn’t want a repeat of what just happened tomorrow, understand?”

Silence.

“Understand?” The nursery asked, forcefully.

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“Mmmph!”

“Good girls. Mommy loves you.” It made three kissing sounds. Then the remaining hands all returned to their respective holes. The lights of the nursery flicked off just a second later. It was officially naptime.

Waiting only a moment, Trixie immediately tried pushing the cover off of their crib. All her strength got her was a little wobble in the sturdy plastic.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Starlight moaned. She shifted. “My butt’s never going to be the same again.”

“Mmmhmm,” Twilight replied. Her own was a volcano-avalanche of pain. She’d need ice for weeks. Sitting down was a no-go for at least a month.

Assuming they ever escaped, that is. Fully stuck in the crib, they were helpless as the AI took it’s time improving and adapting to the new situation. Come morning it would be the perfect nanny, and them the perfect prisoners.

“Twilight, realistically, what are our odds of getting out of here?” Starlight asked, as if reading her mind.

“What are you asking her for?” Trixie griped. “You saw her when we were getting spanked. She got off on it for Celestia’s sake! What more proof do you need that she’s doing this to us on purpose?”

Twilight squirmed beneath her, but Trixie brought up her rear and smacked it back down, the poofy punch dazing Twilight for a moment.

“Trixie, be reasonable. Twilight doesn’t want to be here any more than we do. She’s been here since last night!”

“Yeah, because she’s a pervert! Trixie bets she likes being forced under Trixie’s Great and Poof-filled Posterior.”

Twilight blushed into the padding. She didn’t not like it… at least a little.

“That doesn’t mean this is what she wants. Nopony could live like this full time. And besides, if she did trap us here on purpose, why would she pick you to be stuck with?”

Trixie gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well you aren’t exactly the nicest pony to her,” Starlight retorted.

“Trixie gives this pervert Princess exactly the amount of niceness she deserves!” Another poofy smack to Twilight’s face. She almost moaned. So soon after it’s last release and her marehood was already tingling with excitement again. Was this heaven? “Trixie doesn’t understand how you keep defending her!”

Twilight couldn’t see what was happening over the diaper and the tutu, but she could hear tones getting increasingly strained. This was on the verge of being a friendship problem. She hoped and feared the map would send one of her friends down here to fix it.

“Because it’s not always about you!” Starlight fired back.

“Is too!” Trixie shouted. “In fact I—Grrgh!”

Twilight could feel Trixie’s thighs tighten against her head, like she was trying to hold something back. Her blue tail raised into the air, as the grunts became more strained.

“No, no, no!” Trixie begged.

Twilight realized what was about to happen. And she did nothing to try and stop it.

BLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRT!!!

“Nooooooooooooo!”

Trixie utterly lost control. For all her bluster, for all her desperation, she hadn’t been able to hold back forever. And now everything, her bladder and her bowels, were giving way.

Twilight heard it before she felt it. More wet farts escaped Trixie as she pooped herself. A subtle hiss filled in the remaining space, as pee rushed into her padding. The two sounds were a gross symphony celebrating the biggest accident of the day. It filled the deathly quiet of the nursery.

Twilight felt it before she saw it. Trixie’s muscles relaxing, even as they fought back, the way the padding expanded against her face, warming up as it did. The soggy sensation closer to her chin. The squishy sensation right on her snout. She wasn’t used to being on the other side of a soiled diaper, but there was no mistaking this sensation.

Twilight saw it before she smelled it. The padding noticeably bulged now. Even in the dim lighting it wasn’t hard to tell it was turning brown. The pure white padding was permanently stained, front and back. Even some of the yellow pee managed to mix in before the brown dominated everything about her view.

And then Twilight smelled it. The rancid, putrid odor. It should have taken it’s time permeating the room, but with her face so close time wasn’t an issue. Every rotten thing she’d ever had a whiff of couldn’t compare. Her own dirty diapers couldn’t compare. This powerful, pungent aroma was beyond her nose’s ability to categorize. It was a whole new level of stink.

She loved it.

“Mmmmm…” Twilight’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her hind legs tensed up and squeezed the padding between her legs. It forced her diaper to bunch up against her throbbing marehood. Nothing about today could’ve prepared her for this. Nothing about today compared to this.

“You can’t be serious!” Trixie weeped as her accident finally came to a close. It had left her with a smelly, squishy reminder of it, at least. “This can’t be happening to me!”

“Trixie, calm down,” Starlight said. “It’s okay—”

“It’s not okay!” Trixie screamed. “I just used my diaper! She made me use it!”

“Trixie that’s not—”

Trixie’s rear suddenly rose up, freeing Twilight. She almost whimpered as her smell heaven left her. But then it came thundering back down with a messy, squishy smack.

“It’s your fault!” Trixie screamed. “Get me out of this thing!”

“Mmmff!” Twilight cried. The dirty plot left her face once again. “Trixie, I told you—”

The poopy padding came smashing down again. “Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. NOW!” Trixie repeated the disgusting action with each word to punctuate her anger. And she didn’t stop.

“I can’t!” Twilight managed between smacks. Her marehood was going crazy. She felt like she was going to cum again. “I told you! We can’t get changed until morning.”

“Do. Something!” Trixie smushed and smushed her dirty diaper, crying from the pain, or the disgust, or both.

“Trixie, calm down. Just calm down.” Starlight maneuvered her hooves around her friend, hugging her tightly. Trixie stopped shoving her messy diaper in Twilight’s face, going rigid. “I’ve been where you are, okay? I know. I know how bad it feels. But we’ll get out of this, I promise you. We just have to wait for morning and then—”

“Morning?” Trixie whimpered. Her anger had given way to grief. “I-I can’t wait until then… I… it...”

“I know, I know…” Starlight whispered. “But you’ll make it, I know you will. You’re the Great and Powerful Trixie; nothing’s too much for you.”

Trixie just sniffled. She was really crying, Twilight realized.

It took awhile for Trixie to pull herself together. Sniffles seemed to be all she could muster for a long time. But then… “O-Okay. If you believe in me, then I— then Trixie can make it until morning.”

“And maybe you can take your butt off Twilight’s face while you’re at it?”

Mind your own business, Starlight! Twilight wanted to scream.

“No!” Trixie declared, slipping fully back into her persona. “If the Great and Powerful Trixie must weather this… this injustice, then the Gross and Perverted Twilight must as well.” She pressed her dirty diaper deeper into Twilight’s face, even though it made her shiver.

Starlight groaned. “Twilight, you gonna be okay like that?”

“Mmmhmm,” Twilight managed. She was going to be just fine.

“Well… okay then,” Starlight relented. “Then tomorrow, we all go out that door together.”

“A clean getaway!” Trixie declared.

Starlight managed a giggle. “Well, maybe not in your case.”

“Watch it!”

“Sorry.”

Twilight would have liked to join in on their banter, but she was sick to her stomach, and not from the smell. There was no way they’d be able to go out the door tomorrow. It had been impossible today, and that was before the AI had fully adapted to them. They stood no chance now! There wasn’t a single door in this whole nursery they’ll be able to get through.

And then, a light bulb lit up above her head as she realized that wasn’t quite true. She turned her head, letting Trixie’s diaper press firmly against her cheek while she looked across the room. To the two doors on the other wall.

One led to the bathroom, and there was nothing for them in there. But the other… the other just might be their saving grace. But that came with a lot of ifs…

If her hunch was correct.

If she could convince Starlight and Trixie.

If they could pull it off.

Then they might be able to escape. Not be leaving her fantasy, but by going in deeper.

Into the dungeon.

Into the Dungeon

It was a long night.

A long, cramped, stinky, awkward night.

Twilight wasn’t exactly sure when she finally managed to get to sleep. It was sometime after Trixie had pulled her maid skirt down as far as it could go, so she didn’t have to rest her head directly on a diaper, and sometime before she’d wet herself.

squish squish

“Oh…” Twilight mumbled into the cold, mushy backside of Trixie. She’d wet herself last night, hadn’t she?

The splash of damp padding right at her crotch confirmed that. She’d let loose last night, and quite a while ago, too. Her soggy padding wasn’t warm at all. Luckily the smell from Trixie’s mess covered up any scent that could come from it.

Twilight leaned into the mess, letting the lumpy padding curve around her cheeks as she inhaled deeply. Stale, foul musk hit her like a sack of bricks.

“Mmm…” She sighed, smiling. Her marehood already quivered with a spark of life. Fleetingly, she hoped she could wake up like this everyday.

But the gravity of her situation invaded her happy, horny morning thoughts. The nursery, the malfunction, her fellow captives… it all came rushing back to her. That was the real sack of bricks to wake her up.

“Mmrph!” she grunted, trying to push Trixie off of her. It took some effort, but she was finally able to pry the smelly diaper away from her mouth. “Girls, wake up!”

A soft snore greeted her. She couldn’t see past Trixie’s tutu, but it was obvious neither were moving.

“Wake up!” Twilight cried. She shuffled her hind legs, ignoring her stiff, sore plot. Her hooves nudged Starlight in the face and she stirred.

“Errgh… What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” Twilight admitted. “Probably morning.”

Starlight groaned as their situation came flooding back. “Oh come on! I was hoping it had all been a bad dream.”

“Me—Mmph!” Before she could answer, Trixie’s plot slipped from her grasp and buried her face in mushy padding once again. Trixie twitched.

“Ooof,” the showmare moaned. As she roused, she must have felt the slimy mess against her backside. “Eeew!” She lifted her plot off of Twilight, trying to keep anything from pushing the dirty diaper further against her body.

“You okay, Trixie?” Starlight asked.

“Trixie is covered in filth! What do you think?”

“Well, only your backside is,” Twilight murmured.

She expected a biting retort, but it must’ve been to early in the morning. Trixie only grumbled and tucked her tail down… right over Twilight’s face.

Spitting out hairs, Twilight struggled to move in their small, cramped crib. Turning her head, she saw the doors across the room. Her idea from last night came creeping back.

“Do you think we’ll be able to make a run for it when the hands let us out?” Starlight asked. “Or should we wait?”

Twilight bit her lip. “I don’t think either is going to help much.”

Trixie scoffed. “Maybe you should try telling your pervert machine to let us go!”

“I keep telling you—” Twilight stopped. And groaned. There was no getting through to her.

“At least tell it to let Trixie out. She needs to get this… this thing off of her!” She wiggled, mushy butt shifting above Twilight’s face.

“Look, both of you,” Twilight said. “The nursery’s AI has had all night to adapt to handling the three of us. I don’t think we’ll be able to beat it if we keep trying to run for the door.”

Trixie stiffened above her. Starlight was quiet. For once, both of them were taking what she was saying very seriously.

“You mean… we can’t escape?” Starlight’s voice dipped into horror.

“I didn’t say that,” Twilight amended. “Just that it’s going to be a lot harder to get out is all.”

“Then what is your plan, Sparkle?” Trixie demanded. She centered her rear over Twilight’s head. “You better have something.”

“You won’t like it.” Twilight warned.

“What?” Starlight asked with a preemptive groan in her voice.

Twilight bit her lip. “You know the door next to the bathroom? If we go in that room then we might have a chance.”

“Might?” Trixie scoffed.

“What’s in that room?” Starlight asked. “...Twilight?”

She bit her lip. “You both know that I, well… like diapers.”

“Yeah…” Starlight said.

“Obviously,” Trixie snarked. Her weighty diaper hovered above Twilight, ready to drop.

“Well that room is where I go to for the AI to help me with… liking diapers.”

There was silence for a moment, her remark needed processing. And then…

“Oough!” Trixie cried out in disgust. “NO!”

“It’s your sex dungeon?!” Starlight cried.

Twilight winced into a whimper. If nothing else, she wanted to keep that one last secret. But their situation didn’t afford that luxury. “Yes—Mmmph!” A bulging brown diaper landed on her snout.

“Trixie is not going in there!” Trixie declared, rubbing in her dirty diaper as deep as she dared to go. “How dare you suggest that!”

Twilight grunted, squirmed, and moaned. The lumpy padding contorted around her face, shooting agony through her desperate marehood. She knew this was Trixie’s attempt to punish, but she couldn’t help but enjoy it.

“Trixie, hold on,” Starlight reprimanded. “Let’s at least hear her out. I don’t think Twilight is trying to… you know... to us.”

“Hmmph.” Trixie tone was of disapproval, but she did relinquish her rear from Twilight’s face.

Twilight gasped as fresh (well, fresh-ish) air returned. “Thank you.”

“Now you better have a good reason for suggesting… that,” Starlight said.

“I do!” Twilight pleaded, hoping to avoid Trixie plunging her into the depths of pleasure again. It was so, so nice, but not what they needed right now. “Look, somehow the AI managed to override its programming and hide the control panel. And it’s been guarding the door like crazy. Neither option is going to get us free anymore.”

Trixie spoke up. “But what about—”

“Whatever you’re thinking, maybe it would’ve worked. Yesterday.” Twilight took a deep breath just in case Trixie’s diaper came for her. It didn’t. “But now that the nursery has had all night to process and adapt, it won’t. You’ll see in just a minute when it boots up, but I’m sure it’s going to be perfect at juggling all three of us.”

“So then how does going into your… uh, the other room help us?” Starlight asked.

“Because the AI is going to be ready for us in nursery mode, but it hasn’t had any chance to adapt to three ponies when it’s in… in that mode.” She hoped they were following her, cause right now it was crickets. Though, that may be due to awkwardness instead. “If all three of us go in at once and distract it like we were doing yesterday, then it won’t be able to keep up.”

“And that helps Trixie how, exactly?”

“It helps because the AI’s central processing unit is built into the wall of the next room,” Twilight explained. “While it’s distracted, I can shut it down manually. Then it’s just a matter of getting our inhibitor rings off and we can all leave.” And pretend none of this ever happened, she continued in her head. As if she’d be that lucky.

“Hmmm…” Trixie murmured.

“Okay, Trixie move over so I can see her,” Starlight demanded.

The messy ballerina grumbled at the request, but started shifting. All three of them shuffled around in their limited space, before each claiming a corner of the crib to sit in, though Trixie opted to hover. Starlight looked Twilight in the eye.

“So how exactly are we supposed to distract the AI in the… dungeon.”

Oh boy. They were not going to like this, but it was the only idea Twilight had. “We have to overload it with requests.”

Trixie narrowed her eyes. “Requests for what?”

“Please don’t make me say it…” Twilight begged softly.

The crib filled with silence again. Trixie’s pained cringed somehow morphed even deeper into disgust. Starlight was a little more subtle, lips tightening to avoid a frown as she closed her eyes and groaned.

“No!” Trixie declared.

“If you have a better idea I’d love to hear it,” Twilight offered. Trixie grumbled and crossed her hooves.

“I don’t know about this, Twilight,” Starlight said. “I think I prefer our chances of walking out the door.”

Twilight winced at the idea. Their failed attempt was fresh in her memory. In more ways than one, she thought, rubbing sore flanks. “If you want to make another attempt, go ahead.”

Starlight frowned, shifting on her own, stiff plot. Trixie made a face. That idea wasn’t anypony’s first choice anymore. But neither was Twilight’s.

“Well why can’t just you go into you pervert lair and shut if off yourself?” Trixie demanded. “Because right now it sounds like you’re trying to get Trixie in a compromising position.”

“I can’t distract the machine by myself. And we’ll have the best chance if all three of us go.” Twilight bit the inside of her own cheek, hearing herself. It really did sound like she was trying to coerce them into going into her diaper sex dungeon.

But that wasn’t true at all! She really couldn’t see any other way of getting out of here. Manually shutting down the machine was the best chance they had. They couldn’t wait for it to lose power; Twilight had plenty of reserve power set up when she first installed the nursery. In theory, it could run for years before needing a new generator.

“I think I’d rather wait for somepony to find us,” Starlight admitted. “Surely our friend’s have noticed we’re missing by now. One of them will stumble upon this place, right?”

“...Maybe?” Twilight answered honestly. “With the bookshelf-door closed—” Trixie refused to make eye contact. “—It’s not like there’s any obvious clues we’re down here. They might be searching for a long time. Not to mention there’s no guarantee they don’t get stuck down here too.” The nursery had managed to trap a unicorn as strong as Starlight, and an alicorn already. What chances did, say, Fluttershy or Applejack have against it?

“What if we run out of food or something?” Starlight asked. “Surely the nursery would shut down if it can’t take care of us.”

“That’ll take weeks,” Twilight explained. She had a lot of food and formula saved up beyond just the fridge. Didn’t need Spike questioning her about buying foal food month after month during their expenditure reports. “And even though the nursery is programmed to shut down then… well, it’s already managed to defy so much of its code already…”

Starlight and Trixie exchanged unsure looks. Twilight wished she could make them understand; if there was another way she’d jump at the chance. But this was the only out. She was sure of it.

Their absolute last chance.

“Listen—” Suddenly, the lights flicked on. The three mares squinted against the sudden burst of light.

“Good morning sweeties!” The nursery chirped. The day had begun.

The three of them didn’t respond to the chipper greeting, and the nursery didn’t make them. Hands began appearing from the walls, zipping around as they prepared for the day. Aligning the high chair, restocking changing supplies, and eventually opening the roof of the crib.

Six hands descended simultaneously, two for each filly. Twilight felt relieved as she stretched her limbs. It was good to be out of that prison… even if they were just in a slightly larger prison in the grand scheme of things.

Starlight stretched too, but Trixie avoided as much movement as possible, wincing as her diaper jostled about and sagged. The day-old diaper probably felt grosser than it looked, bubbling up a little jealousy in Twilight, who only had a little dampness by comparison. She knew she shouldn’t be, though. Trixie would likely trade with her in a heartbeat. At this point, she was probably desperate to get out of here.

“Can you at least consider my plan?” Twilight asked them. “I know it’s not ideal, but we don’t have much of a choice.”

Starlight looked away. Trixie blew a raspberry at her. Not too promising.

“Okay, sweeties, who needs their diapey-wiapey changed?”

Trixie flailed. “Get this dirty thing off Trixie right now!”

A another hand moved into view, diving into the brown seat of Trixie’s diaper. The poor mare shrieked at the touch, before devolving into whimpers as the hand explored her generous mess. “S-Stop it!”

“Oh my, Twixie, you made a big stinky, didn’t you?” When Trixie didn’t respond, it booped her nose. “Didn’t you?”

“Grrr… yes!” Trixie declared. “Now get it off me!”

“Who else needs a changie while we’re at it?” Two more hands aimed for Starlight and Twilight.

“Eeep!” Starlight gasped as her padded crotch was fondled. Her face burst into competing shades of scarlett and crimson. “I’m clean! I’m clean!”

The other hand hit Twilight’s padding, pushing the wet diaper underneath into her marehood. It tingled and quivered, Twilight flinching as pleasure licked her loins. Then the hand pulled away, moved up, and slipped down in between her two layers of padding. Twilight moaned as the hand caressed her wet crotch.

“Looks like Twily’s a soggy little filly.” The nursery proclaimed.

“What?!” Trixie yelled. “Trixie put her head there last night! Pervert!”

Twilight wanted to fire back in her defense, but the fingers dancing across her padding overrode her ability to think. It was just so intoxicating. When the hand finally left, she wanted to beg for more.

“We’ll I think my dirty little girls need a bath,” the nursery declared. It led Starlight to the changing table, and pulled off her unused diaper.

“But I didn’t…” Starlight protested, but she was already being hoisted away, bare bottomed.

Twilight was next, finding herself on the cold plastic table with a shiver. Her Nightie was peeled away, balled up, and tossed in the pail. Then her Sunnie got the same treatment, just with more squishes. Wipes came and cleaned up her damp fur, brushing over her privates so daintily she could faint. Then she too was lifted away without so much as a clean diaper.

“Trixie’s turn already!” The blue mare whined. Seeing everyone else go diaper free while she remained in dirty padding must’ve been maddening.

The nursery complied, setting her down and peeling back the used diaper. The full force of Trixie’s rancid diaper hit Twilight’s nose. It was even stronger than it had been last night, and that was saying something.

While the nursery worked on Trixie, Starlight started to struggle, likely seeing now as a good time to escape. Twilight couldn’t blame her; feeling cool air tickle her plot was the closest taste of freedom since… well, since two nights ago. But she knew it was in vain.

Trixie’s diaper change continued, but new hands appeared before the other two mares. Twilight was confused at first, but when they went for her clothes it all made sense. Her maid outfit was stripped away, leaving her completely naked and ready for the bathtub. When she concentrated, she could already hear the water running in the bathroom. The nursery was pretty much perfectly multi-tasking now.

Starlight had her bent wings, fairy princess dress, and tiara scooped up too. She sighed with relief as the last of her costume was plucked free, the hands taking it all back to the wardrobe for her. “Finally.”

“Don’t worry, Glim Glam, you can dress up again after your bath!” The nursery consoled. Starlight groaned.

The hands finished wiping down Trixie’s messy plot, tossing her diaper into the pail with all the rest. The stink still remained like a bad memory, but it would dissipate before too long.

“Now get this stupid thing off of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie demanded, smacking the tutu that still plagued her.

“Twixie, no yelling,” the nursery scolded. It’s voice was reminiscent of the tone it used when it had gone all spank happy. That alone made Trixie’s ears fold down in submission.

Luckily, she wasn’t reintroduced to the paddle. Instead, the nursery was more than happy to relieve her of the ballerina costume. Now the only remnants of their time playing dress up was the hairstyles of the three mares, but Twilight figured her curls would be undone in the bath.

Speaking of… “Now then, let’s get you girls all cleaned up.”

The nursery carried the trio over to the bathroom, pushing the door open to reveal a modest, tiled space. It consisted of just the bathtub, a sink, and a mirror above that housed a medicine cabinet behind it. In keeping with the design of everything else, Twilight had made sure everything was a pale pink, or at least purple. She was starting to get a little sick of those colors now, actually.

The tub had been running for a while now; it was nice and full. The nursery had also gotten a little liberal with the bubble bath. Every inch of water was covered in childish suds. Perfect for fillies like them, at least in the nursery’s eyes.

“It’s not gonna make us all—“ Trixie didn’t to finish her complaint. The nursery shoved all three of them into the tub. Water spilled over, soapy bubbles clung to their coats. “Uugh.”

Trixie’s side pressed into Twilight’s back. Twilight’s hooves were bunched up against Starlight. Squirming even a bit would spill water over the edge. Staying still somehow also spilled water over the edge.

Twilight felt like a sardine.

“Could’ve at least gone one at a time,” Starlight said.

“Trixie is just happy to be free of her diaper.” She shoved Twilight. “Unlike some ponies.”

“Hey!” Twilight squeaked. Her cheeks flared. Admittedly, she’d gotten used to the snug hug of the diaper. Now she just felt naked.

The nursery hummed a sweet little tune as it got to work, pulling out brushes, soap bars, rubber duckies, and more. They found themselves submerged, drenching every last inch of their bodies in bubbly water. Twilight’s mane was distinctively less curly when she came up for air.

The brushes went for Starlight first, who had barely finished gasping for air when they attacked her. Head, shoulders, forelegs, belly… not a spot went unscrubbed. Starlight couldn’t help but giggle as the gloved fingers lathered away at her sides. But it wasn’t laughter from joy.

“S-Stop—hahaHA!—it!” she begged.

The brushes moved to Twilight, who took her cleaning with a bit more dignity. At first.

When she realized hands below had moved to clean her undercarriage, she realized why Starlight had been so tickled. “Wai—Ahahahaha!” Between her sides and her inner thighs, every vulnerable part of her was scrubbed down. Twilight was practically wheezing when the hands moved on.

“Oh no!” Trixie hollered, splashing and thrashing. Brushes closed in on her. “Don’t even think about—Ah!” A swarm of brushes made contact, and Trixie was at their mercy. “Nononono!”

Twilight just looked away as the hands aimed for more delicate areas. Despite how… close they’d all been forced to become in the past day or so, there were just some things she didn’t need to see.

“Stop! Sto—haha!—op!” Trixie begged.

“Oh Twixie, don’t worry. Mommy’s almost done!”

“And stop calling me that!” Trixie exploded, pounding the water and knocking away brushes. “You’re not Trixie’s Mama! Trixie hates you! I hate you!”

The hands grew still. “Now Twixie, Mommy’s sure you didn’t mean that—”

“Trixie did!” Trixie crossed her forelegs, turning up her nose. “You’re the worst excuse for a mother Trixie has ever seen!”

“Uh, Trixie…” Twilight’s shoulders tensed up.

“What a naughty thing to say,” the AI sounded so offended Twilight thought it might just be genuine. “That’s quite the mouth you’ve got on you, Trixie. Maybe Mommy should wash it out so you don’t say nasty, hurtful things anymore.” A nearby hand squeezed tightly on its bar of soap.

“S-She didn’t mean it!” Twilight shouted.

Too late. Hands left their brushes behind in order to grab Trixie. The pinned her against the wall, snuffing out any sense of a struggle.

“Hey!” Trixie squeaked. Her bravado had shriveled away. “What are—Ggmmphf!” The nursery shoved the bar of soap in her mouth.

“Trixie!” Starlight tried to push forward to help, but Twilight held her back.

“Wait,” she pleaded. She couldn’t have both of them be punished. Starlight gave her a worried, but understanding glance. Nothing she could do would help Trixie now and she knew it.

“Let’s not say nasty things anymore, okay Twixie?” The nursery scrubbed the soap around Trixie’s mouth. Her tongue, cheeks, teeth, none of them were safe. Poor Trixie gagged at the bitterness. It was all the nursery allowed her to do.

“Grurrgh!” Trixie cried. “Stmmph mmpt!”

The nursery didn’t stop. It made sure to drive the point home, wearing out the bar as it went back and forth against her tongue. Trixie’s mouth frothed with bubbles, her face tightening with discomfort.

Finally, the nursery stopped. It let Trixie free from the wall, but didn’t remove the soap from her mouth. The sniffling mare didn’t waste time spitting it out. She scraped her tongue along her teeth and spat, trying to chase away the bitterness.

“Have you learned your lesson now, little filly?” The nursery asked.

“Y-Yes…” Trixie murmured. She looked on the verge of tears once again.

Starlight finally pushed past Twilight to reach her. She wrapped Trixie in a hug, the soapy mare returning it twice as tight. Her forelegs practically hooked into Starlight’s back as she tried to avoid tears.

“And am I a good mother, Twixie?” The nursery asked expectantly.

“Y-Yes!” Trixie shouted, shivering into Starlight’s chest. She’d learned her lesson for sure. Between the soap and the spankings, Twilight doubted Trixie would test her luck with the nursery ever again.

“Good girl,” the nursery reach down to stroke Trixie’s mane. The mare flinched at first, but then relaxed. Any amount of affection was better than the alternative. “Bath time’s over now sweeties.”

All three were lifted from the water. Trixie whimpered as she was separated from Starlight, but didn’t retaliate. Dripping and shivering, they all hung in place for a moment. Fluffy towels soon found them, chasing away the water that clung to their coats.

As it did this, the nursery pulled back the mirror and reached into the medicine cabinet. Twilight’s eyebrow perked up at this. What’s it doing? She thought. There’s practically nothing in there besides… oh…

It pulled out a bottle of laxative pills. Twilight was immediately wary. She’d stocked up on extra strength laxatives for the days she wanted to get really messy. But the nursery wasn’t supposed to touch them without being asked first! Then again, could she really be all that surprised by another flaw in its programing?

By the time the towels were pulled away, Trixie and Starlight had noticed what was happening. They watched in silence as the nursery poured two laxatives into the palm of one of its hands before placing the bottle back in the medicine cabinet.

“Umm, what are those for?” Twilight asked. A hand ruffled her mane, as though it was petting a dog.

“Good question Twily. Mommy is just a little worried that Glim Glam didn’t have to go potty last night is all.”

“Me?” Starlight asked. Waking up in a clean diaper might not have been the best case scenario after all.

Clutching the pills, the hand approached her. “I just don’t want any potty problems from you, sweetie. These will make sure of that. Open wide now.”

“I don’t—Mmmm!” The hand clamped over Starlight’s mouth, pushing the laxatives onto her tongue. Starlight whined and kicked, but the hand refused to leave her mouth. With desperate eyes, she looked to Twilight.

“I… I don’t know,” Twilight admitted. It looked like Starlight was going to have to swallow them.

“Leave her alone!” Trixie begged. “Twilight, make it stop already!”

“I can’t!”

Starlight squeezed her eyes shut. Was she coming to terms with the situation? Gulping, she swallowed the pills. The hand pulled away, revealing a deep frown.

“See, that wasn’t so bad Glim Glam, now was it?”

Starlight’s lip quivered, her damp tail tucking between her legs.

“Now let’s get you adorable fillies back in diapers!”

Twilight downed her last drop of milk, suckling away at her bottle’s nipple. As it was plucked from her mouth, she prematurely burped, and blushed.

In practically no time the nursery had re-diapered the three mares, in spite of their limited protest. A new Sunnie was wrapped around Twilight’s waist. Just one, thankfully. It was nice to be able to close her legs from time to time, as exhilarating as being double diapered had been.

Their breakfast had also been fast. Efficient, even. The nursery really was handling the three of them with ease now. Changes took less time, feedings didn’t result in a pile of diapered mares. It’s code had caught up with reality.

Twilight looked to Trixie, who was still spitting and hanging her tongue out of her mouth. Even foal food and milk had yet to chase away the bitter aftertaste of the soap. Twilight suspected she’d be dealing with it all day at this point. She had at least calmed down since her punishment, but by the way she cautiously eyed the arms of the nursery Twilight could tell it was still fresh in her mind.

Her attention turned to Starlight. The mare’s brow was creased with worry as she chewed her lip. Her eyes kept darting to her fluffy diaper, tortured by the wait for the laxatives to take effect. The cute sunprint on her butt would soon be stained brown if they didn’t escape.

“Well?” Twilight asked as the nursery untied her bib and pulled her from her cradle. “What do you girls think?”

“Trixie thinks she is going to kill you,” Trixie grumbled with narrowed eyes.

The threat rolled off her. “I meant about my plan,” Twilight amended. “Unless you’re ready to get used to more mornings like this one, and more days like yesterday, I think it’s our best option.”

Starlight groaned in the back of her throat. Her ticking clock must’ve been agonizing her. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Trixie barked as the nursery carried them to the playpen. “You mean you’re considering?”

“Trixie, come on…” Starlight whimpered. “I just want to get out of here. Don’t you?”

“Of course!” Trixie declared. “But not by going into Sparkle’s weirdo sex dungeon! She’s going to try and defile you! And Trixie!”

“Right here,” Twilight reminded her.

“Trixie, we have to get out of here,” Starlight said.

“Yes, but—”

“And if Twilight thinks this is the only way…”

“But she—”

“Then I think we have to trust her,” Starlight concluded. “Even if her plan sounds… bad.”

Trixie huffed, and crossed her hooves. The three found themselves sitting in the playpen now, six watchful arms hovering nearby. Ready for anything.

Trixie looked to the door, to the arms, to the entrance to the dungeon, and back to Starlight. Her face creased in thought for a long time. She groaned. She grimaced. She whined. Probably a thousand things flash before her mind. The spankings, the soap, the diaper fillings, all of it. And finally…

“Fine!” Trixie declared, throwing her hooves up in defeat. “Trixie will do this for you.” She pointed to Starlight. “But not for you.” She glared at Twilight. “Understand?”

Twilight nodded, accepting this was the best she was going to get. “Thank you. Just, help me distract the nursery once we’re in there and I can take it from there.”

“And if you fail?” Starlight asked. “We’re not going to be stuck in the sex dungeon forever, are we?”

“No,” Twilight assured her. “The nursery is supposed to bring us back in here for bedtime.”

“Your nursery was supposed to do a lot of things,” Trixie grumbled.

“We won’t get stuck there,” Twilight stressed. She was certain. Ninety-nine percent certain. ...Ninety-eight.

She shook her head. No! Don’t think like that. We’re escaping this time, I know it! “If you’re both ready…”

Starlight signed, shooting a worried glance to her stomach. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Trixie shuddered. “No… but Trixie has no choice.”

Twilight nodded, then looked up at the nursery’s arms in waiting. “Uh, Mommy?”

“Yes, dearie?”

“Can we go to the other room?” There was a pause, filling the room with heavy silence. “...Please?”

The nursery didn’t respond right away. Twilight was practically holding her breath while nothing happened. Was it’s AI thinking it over? Barreling through more protocols just for fun? ...Would it even let them go through the door?

There was a concerning thought. Twilight didn’t want this mission to be over before it began. They’d be at the nursery’s mercy in that scenario… and practically every other come to think of it.

Finally the AI made its decision. “Okie dokie, sweetie!” Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. Now for the hard part.

Waiting hands scooped the trio up from the playpen, and carried them across the room. The door to Twilight’s sex dungeon grew until it dominated her sight. It had never looked so tall before. It loomed over them.

“Can we just hurry?” Starlight’s hooves wrapped around her stomach. It gurgled. “I feel…”

Twilight nodded. She felt a poke, and looked back to see Trixie had kicked at her. “What?”

“You leave Starlight alone in there,” Trixie grumbled. For some reason she was struggling to make eye contact with either mare. “Okay?”

“What do you mean by—”

“Okay?” Trixie pressed, more forcefully. The nursery pushed open the door.

“Okay,” Twilight agreed.

She didn’t have time to wonder what Trixie was getting at with that. She was brought into the dungeon right after, and set on the ground. Starlight and Trixie soon joined her, as the hands that brought them in retreated, slowly closing the door behind them. Twilight got one more look in at the nursery they’d left behind. She really hoped this wouldn’t be the last time she saw it.

click.

They were in.

“Trixie can’t see anything!” came a complaint. She wasn’t wrong, the dungeon was pitch black around them. Twilight couldn’t even see her hooves in front of her face.

It lasted only a moment, as the AI changed scripts from a mother to a dominatrix.

Lights came up suddenly. Three groans echoed each other, as the mares covered their faces to the blinding light. Two of those groans compounded once they could actually see the room before them. Twilight just sheepishly looked away.

The dungeon was… a different beast from the nursery. Almost the antithesis to it. The only real similarity was the sixteen hand-sized holes scattered throughout the room.

The nursery was pink. The dungeon was black. Black brick walls, shiny black, and reflective floor. Some hot pink lined the edges just for the sake of variety, but it was clearly overpowered.

Instead of toys scattered across the room, whips and riding crops and paddles and saddles and bridles and so, so much more decorated the walls. Ball gags, bit gags, pacigags galore. Cuffs, spreader bars, chains, and vibrating wands joined them up there. All in an array of colors too.

There weren’t any foalish amenities either. No tea table, bouncer, or playpen here. Instead a pillory dominated the back corner, and large X frame was splayed out across empty wall space. Special leg bindings waited just across the room, ready to bind somepony into being a rocking horse.

As for he center of the room, it was consumed by a raised block of wood in the shape of a triangular prism. One of its pointed end faced the ceiling, drawing attention of a pair of hoof cuffs dangling from the ceiling.

A section of the wall to the left of the door opened. Hands pushed in the diaper pail from the nursery. Once in, the hands retreated and the wall closed up. Twilight hoped nopony noticed that they had a pail, but no changing table…

Luckily it seemed they were busy gawking at the… everything else, really.

“You are…” Trixie shuddered. “Such a pervert!”

Twilight could have sighed, but really she’d expected worse.

“This is… um…” Starlight’s face scrunched up before uttering a meek, “okay…”

“Mmhmm.” Twilight wanted to curl up into nothing. In most other circumstances, she’d have butterflies in her stomach entering this room. Right now her stomach felt like lead.

“Where’s the off switch?” Trixie asked. “Go press it before your hands come for Trixie.”

“There’s no one ‘off switch’,” Twilight swore she’d explained this already. “I have to shut it off from its motherboard. Over there.” She pointed, revealing to her fellow captives the true source of her nanny machine.

On the back wall of the room, a mounted steel plate housed a glass orb. One single, blue light constantly shone from it’s center.

“Then go!” Trixie demanded, smacking Twilight forward. “Before—”

“Hello, my lovelies.” Hands descended from the ceiling. Just two, but they still made Trixie swallow her words.

Starlight managed at least one. “Move!”

Twilight snapped her focus from the hands and scuttled into action. She waddled ahead, setting her sights for the back wall. And the hands set their sights on her.

“Well well, seems we have ourselves and eager volunteer.” Twilight squeaked as the hands latched onto her, dragging her skyward.

“Wait, no—” she turned to Starlight and Trixie. “What happened to distracting it?”

“You’re the one who volunteered,” Trixie grumbled. Starlight gave her a shove.

“Uh, me first!” The pink-ish mare demanded. “I want to do—” She looked to the room, trying to select the least worst option. It was a challenge. “Uh…”

“Keep Trixie away from the paddles!” Trixie demanded. “But…” she groaned and practically swallowed her next words. “Do anything else to her.”

Good. Twilight thought. Now if they can just keep it distracted, I’ll—

“We’ll get to you girls in a moment.” Hands appeared, grabbing onto Starlight and Trixie. “But Twilight is first.”

Twilight’s pupils shrank. “No!”

“But I—”

“Better her than Trixie…”

Twilight began to kick. “Put me down!”

Starlight waved her hooves. “Over here! I’m the one who wants to do… uh… something?”

Trixie reluctantly rolled her eyes. “Trixie will take the least perverted option you have. Thank you.”

They kept it up, each kept getting louder and louder over the other. Twilight couldn’t believe the AI was already handling the three of them like this. Had the code here evolved too? Or were the three of them just that incompetent at escaping?

...Twilight wanted to groan. Both were equally likely at this point.

“Girls, that’s enough!” The hands tightened their hold, cutting the shouting match short. Three new hands appeared, and they each bore paci-gags. “If you’re going to be this loud, maybe your Mistress will have to find a way to shut you up.” The gags closed in on them.

Trixie squirmed. “Don’t you dare!”

“NO!” Twilight screamed. A baby blue pacifier pushed passed tightened lips. “Sterp it!” If they were gagged now, they wouldn’t be able to overload the machine with requests!

The strap looped around her head, buckling into place. Twilight shook her head, hoping to at least slow down the process. No luck. Another strap clasped over and under her muzzle, locking her jaw in place. She wouldn’t be talking anymore now. “Mmmph!”

She squirmed, hating that her marehood was heating up. Being helplessly gagged was… well, usually that would be a good start for a session in the dungeon. But she didn’t want this. At least, not beyond a very base level…

“Mmph!” Trixie whined as a pink pacifier claimed her snout. Starlight struggled against a purple gag coming for her own, and had about as much luck.

Within a minute of entering the dungeon, the three mares had been captured and silenced. Another failure in what was looking like a long line of them for Twilight.

No! She thought. We’re not letting this be the end of it. The dungeon AI wasn’t going to win that easily. They’d find a way to escape for sure. She fought against the hands as they lifted the three of them up.

“Now, what am I going to do with you three…” The AI tsked in a very Celestia way.

“Mmph!” Trixie was brought kicking and (attempted) screaming to the giant X frame. It took extra hands to hold down each leg before they were strapped in.

Trixie tested her new, tight bonds and found them unbreakable. Her legs wouldn’t budge and inch, leaving her splayed out and vulnerable. Probably the worst part of it, for her, was her diaper being so exposed. The yellow sun design was on full display for the room to see. She was completely at the machine’s mercy.

But luckily for her, the machine left her alone to focus on Starlight now. It got just as much, if not more resistance from her. But no matter how much Starlight struggled, the machine was never distracted enough for Twilight to pull away. She was stuck watching as Starlight was locked into the rocking horse bondage.

Legs spread, and wobbly on their curved boards, Starlight found herself swaying at even the slightest movement. Moving back and forth caused her to squirm in resistance, but all that managed to do was crinkle her diaper.

“Good little pony,” the nursery teased as it produced a harness.

“Mmmm!” Starlight whined. She fought as best she could, shaking her head away from the device. It was no good. Starlight had reins fitted over her pacigag, complete with blinders to cut off her peripheral vision. She would be completely unaware of what the AI was about to do to her from henceforth.

Twilight looked from Starlight to Trixie. Her stomach fluttered with anxious butterflies. But at the same time, jealousy welled up in her. She would’ve loved either situation to befall her, after all. Even if it meant their escape was delayed.

She blinked, and shook her head. “Mmph!” Don’t think like that! She couldn’t lose focus no matter what.

“Now then, Twily,” The AI addressed her. “Your Mistress has something special planned for you.”

Her eyes turned to the AI’s panel on the back wall. Would she be able to break free and get over there in time? Or should she “suffer” through whatever it was the machine had planned for her.

She was turned around, eyes refocusing onto something new. The diaper pail brought in from the nursery.

Twilight felt tingly all of a sudden. Oh my…

A hand popped the lid off the pail. Stink flooded Twilight’s face. The sight of brown and yellow balled up diapers slowly encompassed more of her vision as she was pushed closer.

It wasn’t much of a surprise to Twilight. There were only so many things the AI could do to them in this room and she had experienced them all before.

But what did surprise her was that she didn’t try to resist. Despite Trixie and Starlight depending on her, she was comfortable letting them wait while she got a face full of dirty diapers.

Her lack of resistance was ignored, as the AI still held Twilight’s forelegs behind her back before plunging her in. Twilight didn’t even have a chance to get one last semi-fresh breath of air.

Squishy, lumpy, soggy padding ambushed her head on all sides. Twilight moaned into her pacifier. Unable to breath in through her mouth, she was forced to smell it all.

The nursery pushed her in deeper, getting her neck, shoulders, and back down into the pail. Twilight pushes passed diaper after diaper, until hitting the bedrock of older, grosser padding near the bottom.

“MmmMPH!” She moaned. Her marehood lit up, just tickled enough by her own padding to rile her up even more. The ecstasy coursing through her veins made her squirm, pushing against the used diapers that surrounded her.

For a brief moment, she forgot about escape altogether.

“Someone’s a happy girl.” A hand suddenly gripped her diaper, fingers pressing into the padding and stroking it against her most delicate areas. Twilight squealed. “Good girl.”

“Mmm...Mmmmmmm. Phrf hmmph mmh.” she moaned, eyes rolling back against her head.

The odor around her, so rancid and spine-tingling… she loved it.

The sensation of the dirty diapers pressing against her body… she adored it.

The way the fingers caressed her diaper… she wanted this.

Against her better judgement, Twilight wanted all of this. She relaxed her body and let the mechanical hand play with her some more. She took deep, unnecessary breaths. She heard the squeals from Trixie and Starlight outside and didn’t feel compelled to act.

They had time. They’d have other chances. She’d had a long, humiliating last few days. She probably shouldn’t, but she was going to enjoy this anyway.

For a little while. Then they’d get back to their escape.

...They could still escape, right?

Author's Note

April Fool's, you actually get a real chapter today instead of a joke!

Anyway, the story is close to wrapping up. It would appear we're in the Endgame now. Hope you'll stick around to see how it all turns out!

Twilight's Last Ditch Effort

Twilight spent a lot of time getting intimate with the diaper pail. Given her situation, how could she not? She’d been stuffed deep inside, surrounded by soggy, dirty padding. The limited space kept her fore legs and wings pinned behind her, while hands held her hind legs outside. Ten fingers groped her own padding, and her tail—the only part of her truly free right now—swished and flicked with delight.

Everytime she grew close to climaxing, the hand would ease up on the pressure. The fingers would move slower, digging into the padding less, never letting her off of the edge. She was kept perpetually wanting more.

“Mmmph~” Twilight moaned. She suckled her pacifier as her snout smushed against a wet diaper. Her body stiffened in preparation for orgasm, but even as Twilight’s eyes rolled to the back of her head she knew she’d only be denied again.

And she was, with the hand in her crotch pulling away at the last possible second. Twilight shuddered. The feeling of the padding crinkling back into its proper shape just about had her lose it. She was so close.

“Mmmm…” She moaned, begging for the hand to return. She knew the AI wouldn’t leave this job unfinished. The only question was: what did it plan to do with her?

The answer came soon enough. Twilight found herself being pulled out of the diaper pail. Her body squish and pressed against the used diapers as she moved up. Messy padding squished against her cheeks, chin and horn, somehow not leaking on her.

She popped out of the top, greeting the upside down dungeon with a red face. Her nose finally got the scent of fresh air again and it was monumentally disappointing. Between last night and just now, Twilight had been growing quite comfortable with the scent of dirty diapers pushed up her nose. She kicked, wanting to go back into the pail again.

But the nursery had other plans for her. Twilight was spun upright, giving her a proper view of the dungeon. It hadn’t changed much; Starlight and Trixie were still struggling against their respective bonds, just with some extra fun stuff thrown in. Fun, from Twilight’s point of view, of course.

Trixie had a vibrating wand buried deep in her padded crotch. Its setting was high enough that Twilight could hear the low buzz from across the room.

“Mmmm! Phhmmph ffffrrr…” Trixie threw her head around as her body was straining against the cuffs. She couldn’t get free, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Even a one percent chance of getting free must have been preferable to more teasing.

Her red, panting face said it all. She hated the feeling of her padding bunching up against her marehood. But the vibrations were also sending waves of undeniable pleasure coursing through her, no doubt making Trixie hate it all the more.

Starlight was faring… better? Worse? It was hard to tell.

Spared the vibrator, Starlight was instead forced to sway back and forth like an actual rocking horse. A riding crop hovered by her flank, which sported a decidedly red mark on it. Twilight knew the position she was in well; slowing or stopping meant you got spanked. And judging by the way Starlight was fighting to throw the harness from her head she didn’t like it as much as Twilight did. That wasn’t too surprising. But what was surprising was that Starlight had managed to keep her diaper clean so far. Even with the gurgling from her stomach noisy enough to reach Twilight, she still refused to do the deed again, straining against it as much as possible.

Twilight didn’t have time to think on how much longer she would last; she was already being pulled toward Trixie.

“It seems this little filly is getting lonely. Wanna help her with that, Twilight?”

“Mmm mm!” Trixie shook her head as the two neared each other. “MMph!” The vibrator in her crotch was pulled away, preventing the edging mare from climaxing.

It was then that Twilight made contact. Their bellies met, fur mingling. Trixie faces shouldn’t have been able to get redder, but it did. Twilight managed to match her, and looked away. The tickling heat of their bodies pressing together was bad enough, but then their padding pushed in, swaddling each other’s marehoods awkwardly.

“MMPH!” Trixie protested.

Twilight struggled to keep her wings at her side. She tried to pull away, if for nothing else than to make Trixie a little more comfortable, but more hands grabbed her. Soon her hooves were forced to snake up Trixie’s forelegs, and their faces were brought closer together.

“Aww, how cute,” the AI teased. “Now kiss.”

“Phrgrrt mmpf!” Trixie declared. But it was too late.

A hand gripped the back of Twilights mane and pushed her into Trixie. The guards of their pacifiers clicked together, and the nursery held them there as though they were in the throes of a passionate kiss.

“Mmmmph! Mm mmmrr!” Trixie glared at Twilight, as though this was her fault.

Twilight tried to look away, but her flaring wings gave up her true feelings. She was loving this. She’d yet to have her own first kiss, but this forced paci-kiss was something akin to what she expected the real deal to be like. Not to mention it was steeped heavily in her personal fetishes; padding was bunched up against her. How could she not be enjoying herself right now?

The hand did eventually pull Twilight away, and the AI giggled. “Aww, I think she likes you, Twilight.”

“Mmm mm!” Trixie shook her head. Humiliated rage boiled off of her face.

Twilight could only offer a weak apology with her eyes. It wasn’t enough.

“How about we take it to the next level, then.” The hands began spinning Twilight around, putting her back to Trixie.

“Mmph?” Trixie had no idea what was about to happen.

“Mmm…” But Twilight did. And, well… why bother fighting the inevitable?

Twilight was bent over, her plot forced high into the air. She prematurely lifted her tail, but a hand still came down to grab it and hold it in place. By now, Trixie had figured out what was going on. She wasn’t… thrilled about it.

“MM MM!” Trixie shook her head. “Stmph errt! Mmmph!”

But there was nothing to be done. Twilight’s padded rear was on a collision course with Trixie’s diapered crotch. And when the two met, sparks flew.

“Mmph!” Twilight moaned as padding contoured around her cheeks. Her marehood was left woefully unattended, but still quivered with pleasure. She could only imagine how it felt on Trixie’s end.

The mare was writhing for all she was worth, but couldn’t escape the bonds of her X-frame. All she managed to do was rub her diaper up against Twilight’s, and given the enraged grunts that was the last thing Trixie wanted to be doing.

“Good girls,” their dominatrix purred. It pushed Twilight into Trixie, pulled her back, and pushed again. “What a lovely pair you make.”

A rhythm developed as the two were forced to hump one another. Their diapers would crinkle upon release, and even more so on contact. Back and forth, back and forth. Twilight’s marehood found itself burning, even if the angle wasn’t able to smother it with padding. Just her plot getting softly pounded was maddening at this point. The worst part was that she couldn’t even climax like this, just get closer and closer to the edge.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

Meanwhile, Trixie was livid. She screamed into her pacifier with each forced thrust, her tirade completely muffled. When Twilight looked back, she saw Trixie’s eyes closed and her face growing ever red. Her anger was an attempt to hide her shame; no matter how humiliating this was, much like with the vibrator, you could only pretend it didn’t feel good.

Trixie was enjoying this on a very base level, and probably hating herself for it. Or rather, hating Twilight even more.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

Twilight looked away, hoping to give Trixie some modicum of privacy. But really, that was impossible. Just across the room, forced to look at them because of her blinders, was Starlight. Her wide-eyed expression bore shame into Twilight. She seemed so shocked that she couldn’t peel her attention away, even if she hadn’t been stuck looking at them.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

Twilight’s face flushed, realizing their audience of one. Now this debauchery felt even more wrong. And yet, even more right, too.

Here she was, forced into awkward, padded lovemaking with Trixie while their close friend had to observe every detail. Every twitch of pleasure on their faces, every crinkle from their grinding… They weren’t allowed any decency or privacy.

And Twilight was in love with it.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

She moaned, suckling on her pacifier. If only her marehood was battering Trixie’s plot and not the other way around, she would have definitely climaxed by now. In fact, she was surprised Trixie had yet to. Even with how much she must’ve hated this, her angry grunts were morphing into pleasured groans. She might just be close to cumming in her diaper.

“Eergh!” Across the room, Starlight suddenly moaned. A loud gurgle rippled through the room, even louder than the crinkles from the humping.

The AI slowed its hands upon hearing it. Eventually Twilight’s forced thrusts came to a stop. Her marehood was left whimpering, not even allowed its slight pleasures anymore. Trixie was breathing heavily, groaning into her pacigag. She must have been close, so close that the absence of actual relief must have been maddening, even knowing what that entailed. One question was on both mares mind’s.

Why had they just stopped?

And the AI answered. “It seems little Starlight is about to have an accident. Twilight, dearie, do you think you can help her with that?”

“Hmm?” Twilight bit down on her pacifier. While she tried to figure out what it meant by that, the AI started lifting her away from Trixie.

“Mmm... mmmrrr…” Trixie whined, squeezing her eyes shut. She wasn’t too happy about being denied her orgasm. Though, seeming to realize what that meant, Trixie shook her head and huffed, looking away. “Hmmph!”

Twilight didn’t acknowledge it for Trixie’s sake, but she was also a little disappointed they hadn’t finished. If nothing else this constant denial was getting torturous.

She was brought over to Starlight, who was hunching over as best she could, fighting an overwhelming urge to poop herself. Twilight recalled just how strong those laxatives were supposed to be, and was impressed that Starlight had held out for so long. But she was fighting a losing battle.

And apparently Twilight was supposed to “help” with that.

Hands brought her around to Starlight’s plot. Her diaper came to dominate Twilight’s view. White, poofy material pressed against her chest as her body was forced against it. Starlight finally stopped rocking thanks to that, but that didn’t exactly make her happy. She was grunting in pain as she held back an imminent explosion.

“Now hurry up, Starlight. Twily here can’t wait for you to use your diaper.” The nursery pushed her body even deeper into padding.

Twilight bit her pacifier, unable to correct the nursery on that. Mostly because there was nothing to correct. The fact that she was at ground zero for Starlight’s accident was almost as maddening as grinding against Trixie had been. She wished she was up higher so she could thrust her hips against Starlight’s oncoming mess. But the thought immediately filled her with guilt.

Come on! She shook her head. You can’t keep thinking like that. This is wrong!

So very, very wrong…

Twilight tried to peel her eyes away from the poofy plot against her. She looked to the wall, and was aroused by the whips and paddles hanging off of it. She looked across the room, and was aroused by the sight of the diaper pail, remembering the sensation of being inside. Finally, she looked over to Trixie.

An angry glare greeted her. Twilight almost shrank beneath Starlight’s padding when it hit her, but she knew the daggers shooting out of Trixie’s eyes would only follow her.

It wasn’t hard to figure out why she was so upset. She’d specifically told Twilight to leave Starlight alone while they were in the dungeon. As for why Trixie demanded that, Twilight didn’t know, but clearly it was important to her. Important enough to redouble to efforts to break free of the X frame after having given up quite thoroughly before.

But… well, this wasn’t Twilight’s fault. She couldn’t help what the AI forced her to do. And she also couldn’t help it if she enjoyed it. Surely Trixie could understand that, right? Twilight buried herself deeper into the diaper to hide from the glare.

“Mmmrrph!” Starlight shuddered, Twilight’s action causing just a brief lapse in concentration. She threw back her head as the strain became too much. Her tail hiked skyward and a loud fart slapped Twilight across the face.

“Mmm…” Twilight sighed as a new flavor of stink hit her nostrils. It was finally happening.

Starlight lost her fight.

Another fart punched Twilight’s nose, and then the real party started. Starlight groaned and struggled against her binds, but all it amounted to was a little bit of rocking.

When the diaper came back to Twilight is smacked her right in her chest. It was already a little squishy, with Starlight’s induced accident taking full control.

As the pink mare grunted and whined, her diaper bulged out, smothering Twilight. Poop rushed out of her in big, chunky logs. The warm feeling spread all over Twilight’s chest. The padding squished against her coat, now lumpy from the mess. More mush came pouring into it, and finally the white plastic was stained a permanent, deep brown color.

“Mmmhmmm.” Twilight snuggled the still filling diaper, nestling her snout into it and letting it contour brown padding around her face.

“Grrggh!” Starlight cried, shaking her flanks in a vain attempt to fling the diaper from her body. All she succeeded in doing was smushing it against Twilight’s face, which only felt good for one of them.

“Mmph! Mmrrph phrrgh!” Trixie shouted from across the room, helpless to intervene as her arch nemesis smothered herself in her best friend’s dirty diaper.

“Well isn’t somepony jealous,” the AI noted from Trixie’s enraged growls. Hands descended near her, cause the mare the shrink back in fear. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Twilight wasn’t even paying attention. She was face deep in Starlight’s filthy padding. Her accident was sputtering to a close, devolving into wet farts as her plot finally took a break. The heft of her diaper weighed down on Twilight’s chest, the only thing keeping it from sagging right now.

She kept pushing herself against the warm, soft, gooey padding, ignoring Starlight’s muffled cries for just the opposite. Twilight knew she’d never get a chance to do something like this again, so she was going to enjoy it. Besides, even if she wanted to stop its not like the hands would just pull her away.

In fact, they encouraged her to keep going. Fingers dug into the back of Twilight’s mane again and pushed her face even deeper into the padding. She cried out in delight. Starlight cried out in disgust.

Other hands had her wrap her fore legs around Starlight’s plot, giving it a big hug. Resisting the extra love, Starlight tried escaping again, but could still only rock herself back and forth.

“Mmmph.” Twilight’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the dirty padding pulled back and smushed against her face over and over again.

squish. squish. squish.

Eventually Starlight decided that it felt too gross to keep going and stopped. Twilight was about to rebury herself in the stink, when a new hand appeared at her side. She watched it curiously as it reached up and unhooked her pacigag, pulling the rubber nipple from her mouth.

“Hey,” she whined.

“Now Twilight, be sure to thank Starlight for giving you such a lovely present.” The hand squeezed Starlight’s dirty padding, as if to explain what it meant by “gift”.

“Um… thank you?” Twilight said.

The AI chuckled. “Not like that, silly filly. With a kiss.”

“O-Oh my…” Twilight was suddenly grateful the gag was off now. What a perfect idea!

“Mmph!” Starlight didn’t seem to think so. But Starlight didn’t get a say in the matter.

Twilight pursed her lips, and threw herself at Starlight’s messy rump. The still warm, lumpy padding squished around her cheeks as she pushed herself in deeply. The already intoxicating stench grew stronger as it burned her nostrils. The contained mush pushed and spread below the padding. Twilight moaned. Starlight groaned.

She peppered Starlight’s backside with kisses, pushing as deeply into the dirty diaper as she wanted. She could always say the AI had forced her to later.

Her face carved out its own impression on the brown padding, forcing the mush within to move about to make room. Poor Starlight wiggled and screamed as her mess drifted further down the diaper, but there was nothing she could do while Twilight enjoyed herself.

“Good girl, Twilight,” the nursery purred. It pried her from Starlight’s diaper, letting the padding fully sag under the heft of the accident. Once again, Twilight was denied the pleasures of diapers.

“Come on!” She whined as the nursery set her down on Starlight’s back. Twilight’s spread legs easily straddled the unicorn’s back, and as she was set down her padding bunched up against her crotch. “Unf!”

She could feel her eyes roll back as so many sensations flooded her already desperate marehood. This might just push her over the edge.

The AI put Starlight’s reins in her hooves and Twilight gladly took them. It’s hands snaked around and sank into Starlight’s bloated padding as it pushed her forward. “Why don’t you too play together for now. Trixie needs some attention too.”

As the rocking began, Twilight bounced ever so slighted, pushing her marehood into her padding over and over again. She huffed loudly. Practically drooling, she tilted her head back and flicked the reins, riding Starlight in more ways than one right now. It was pure bliss.

But Starlight wasn’t enjoying herself nearly as much. She kept rocking, aware there would be consequences if she didn’t, but her head stayed low and her ears folded down. Tinged red cheeks could be seen even from Twilight’s angle.

That was enough to give her pause. Even through her haze of horniness, she realized just how wrong this was. She was taking advantage of Starlight! That wasn’t even something she could pin on the AI, that was all her.

Her bouncing halted, even as her marehood begged for more. Twilight fought down the lust and ecstasy and shook her head. She had to come to her senses already! What was she doing? She hadn’t even tried to escape yet.

“Starlight…” she gasped. “I… I’m so sorry!”

“Mmmm…” Starlight barely responded. Just by her tone, Twilight could tell. She felt violated. Betrayed. And… something else, maybe?

Guilt welled up in Twilight. What have I done?

“MMPH! MMRMPH MMRRR PHMM!”

Twilight’s attention was snapped over to Trixie, who was fighting a series of hands as the pulled her from the X frame. The AI only chuckled at her struggle.

“Such a noisy filly,” It noted. A hand tugged at the pacigag in Trixie’s lips. “Maybe we need to find a new way to silence that loud mouth of yours.”

“Hmm?” Trixie’s tail curled to protect her diapered rear, mind immediately springing to spankings as a possibility.

But the AI’s true intentions were far more sinister. And hot.

A hand popped out of the wall near the diaper pail. Trixie didn’t notice at first, but Twilight did. She watched, wide-eyed, as the hand dipped in and withdrew a used diaper. The ripe, balled-up lump of padding was brown and bumpy, but packed tightly together. It wasn’t nearly big enough to be the one Trixie had used last night, nor the one Twilight had filled up from two nights ago. And it didn’t look old enough to be one from an earlier session of hers, come to think of it.

Oh no. Twilight had deduced the source of that used diaper. It was first one Starlight had soiled. And if the AI was doing what she thought it was doing...

The pacifier was pulled from Trixie’s mouth, who immediately launched into a tirade. “Put Trixie down this instant! You stupid pervert machine, The Great and Powerful Trixie is not your plaything! If you touch her again, she will destroy you and—” A finger booped her nose, a playful chuckle cutting her short.

“Oh, Trixie. What a way with words you have. Let’s fix that for good, shall we?” Another new hand appeared, sporting a bland rubber strap to replace the pacigag being taken away. At first, Trixie could only stare in confusion. But then the hand with the used diaper entered her field of view.

The realization dawned on Trixie’s face like an ant recognizing the boot about the crush it. “No.” It was much softer than Twilight expected. Almost scared. But that was soon fixed. “No! No no no no NO NO NONONONONO!”

Trixie thrashed and screamed. The number hands holding onto her doubled. Then tripled. And even then Trixie still refused to give up. Not as long as a dirty diaper was nearing her mouth.

“MMM!” Starlight screamed into her gag. She turned back to look at Twilight. Whatever awkwardness that lived between them was tabled for now. Pleading, desperate eyes begged Twilight for one thing: Stop this.

“Don’t!” Twilight croaked out, so weakly even she wasn’t convinced. Maybe… just maybe a small part of her didn’t mind Trixie suffering a bit. Especially after everything she’d said to her since discovering the nursery.

Predictably, her protest was ignored, as was Starlight’s and Trixie’s. The AI kept shoving the used diaper closer and closer, seeming to move in slow motion.

“Stop! No no no! Stop it now!” Trixie’s screams had deflated to mere whimpers. She shook her head, moving her mouth anywhere that the diaper wasn’t aimed at, but the heat-seeking missile tracked down her lips no matter where they moved. Eventually it was too close that Trixie saw fit to keep her mouth closed tightly.

As if that would stop it.

The AI pressed the diaper against Trixie’s lips. The poor mare just about cringed hard enough to turn into a black hole. It was maybe the first time in her life Trixie wanted to keep her mouth shut, but she wasn’t going to be allowed to.

Eventually the diaper broke through. Whether it was because the hand had enough force behind it, or Trixie was worried the compressed diaper was about to start leaking and let it in was unclear. But what was clear was that Trixie gagged as the ball of brown padding pushed her jaw open. Starlight protested beneath Twilight, even as she continued rocking.

The diaper inched into Trixie’s mouth. A quarter of the way. Halfway. Trixie’s screams became more and more muffled, even as her jaw was forced open further.

Finally it was all the way in. Or, as in as it could be. A slight bulge of stained padding poked out beyond Trixie’s teeth, but the rest was sitting comfortably in her mouth, enjoying its new home. The same could not be said for The Disgusted and Shrieking Trixie, who was fighting harder than ever to escape the dungeon’s hands. But like always, she got no where. She wasn’t even able to spit the diaper gag out. A hand brought down a thin rubber strap and affixed it around her snout. That diaper wasn’t going anywhere, and Trixie’s struggles subsided as she put more and more energy into stopping the strap from forcing her to bite down on the diaper.

At least the taste of soap was now a distant memory for her.

“There, much better.” A hand stroked Trixie’s mane. “And so quiet now, too.”

“Gggh!” Trixie wailed, tugging at the hands that held her.

“Why don’t we make you still, too.”

“Errff?” Trixie barely had time to react before she was whisked over to the pillory.

“Hrrfph!” Starlight yelled, throwing her body to the side. She managed to lifted one of the curved bindings up before it smacked backed down.

“Hush.” The crop near Starlight’s rear flicked, delivering a powerful WHACK! to the mare’s already devastated rear. “We’ll deal with you in a moment. It’s Trixie’s turn right now.”

Starlight whimpered as her plot glowed a bright red. Twilight lurched as her ride decided to speed up to avoid another smacking. Her diaper grinded against Starlight’s back, marehood quivering deeply into the padding. Twilight moaned, forgetting she didn’t have a gag of her own for a moment and filling the room with her pleasured gasps.

She barely paid attention to Trixie having her head and hind legs locked into the pillory. Her eyes were too busy rolling into the back of her head. She was inching ever closer to orgasm once again, and all the previous denial had her drooling at the prospect. If she didn’t cum this time, she’d go mad.

While Twilight had the time of her life riding Starlight, Trixie was definitely not as a hand plucked a new paddle from the wall and dangled it in front of her teasingly.

“Now, wittle Twixie.” The AI moved the paddle out of the trapped mare’s view and toward her rear. It pressed the paddle against the seat of her diaper, smushing puffy padding as it rubbed it back and forth. “I want you to fill up your diapee. Can you do that for me?”

Trixie whined into her disgusting gag and shook her head.

WHACK!

No warning, no build up. Trixie was just spanked. Hard.

“How about now?”

Trixie gurgled something unintelligible. Probably a swear, or a pained groan. She shook her head defiantly, even as her ears folded down.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“MMmph!” Starlight cried. Trixie’s muffled wails were drowned out by the blows to her backside. Even her thick diaper couldn’t protect her from the powerful swings of the mechanical hands.

But Twilight didn’t show the same concern as Starlight. Lost in the horny bliss of the moment, she only comprehended one thing: the AI’s request to fill a diaper.

Perfect… she thought through the haze of arousal. If she loaded her pampers, she would be sure the climax sooner.

So while Trixie’s plot was paddled, Twilight was ready to stink hers up. But her plan hit an immediate snag; she didn’t need to go.

Her breakfast had yet to make its way through her, no matter how much she pushed. Starlight rocking was beginning to slow down as her worry for Trixie peaked. Twilight was about to lose her chance to climax, and that was all she could think about.

Come on! She grunted, pushing. Come on!

Nothing. Try as she might, Twilight just couldn’t poop herself right now. But she did feel pressure after all. Not from her bowels, but her bladder.

There we go, Twilight thought, realizing she did actually have to go to the bathroom after all.

A far easier job than making herself poop, Twilight almost instinctively relaxed her bladder. Pee slipped out of her and into her diaper, warming it as it soaked into the padding. The squishy feeling spread all along her hindquarters and up to her marehood, reinvigorating it.

“Ahhh…” Twilight sighed happily. She couldn’t even hear the trickle of pee over the sound of Trixie’s spankings, but just the sensation was enough.

Tingling away, her marehood was getting all excited just sitting around now in her warm, squishy diaper. As Twilight’s no-so-accidental accident continued to soak her diaper, she started grinding her pelvis against Starlight’s back. Nothing else was going to help her climax, after all.

A wayward hoof drifted down her her crotch to partake in the decadence. Twilight started breathing heavily. Her marehood burned. It had been denied for so long.

“MMPH!” Starlight’s cry of disgust smacked Twilight across the face.

“U-Uh…” She focused back to reality, seeing an angry face glaring back at her. In the distance, Trixie’s plot was still being brutalized. Twilight cringed. As much as she wanted—needed—to orgasm, she couldn’t believe she’d let herself get so wrapped up in it. Weren’t they supposed to be escaping? She fought down her marehood’s pleas for release. “S-Sorry!”

Starlight snorted, not buying it. Twilight had soaked her diaper enough that no doubt her back was a little wet now. She knew this hadn’t been in the moment; it was premeditated.

“I am!” Twilight cried over the loud spanks across the room.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Just go potty already, Trixie. You don’t have to be so stubborn,” the AI taunted.

“Nnnngh!” Trixie angrily shook her head. She couldn’t even bite down to avoid the pain given what was in her mouth. She was forcing herself to tough it out. A red bottom was better than a brown bottom in her mind.

“Fine.” Just like that, the spanking stopped. Starlight turned back around to see it, she was so surprised. Twilight was shocked too; she couldn’t believe the AI just gave up like that. Was it actually struggling a little bit? Now that Twilight was thinking clearly—clear-ish—again, she wondered if this might be the opening they needed.

If only Starlight or Trixie could talk right now. Then they might be able to distract the AI like they’d originally planned.

“If you won’t go, sweetie, then I’ll have to resort to plan B.”

Twilight’s stomach dropped. She even momentarily forgot how horny she was just then. Plan B? She thought. In all the times she’d experienced the exact program Trixie was stuck in, there had never once been a plan B. She’d never created one.

Was the AI… writing its own programs now?

She gulped. If it was that far along, then this was worse than she thought.

“We have to get out of here!” she whispered to Starlight. Hands snaked across the room, their destination unknown.

Starlight snorted. “Nnn derr.”

Twilight shifted atop her, looking down. She could leap off, but the AI would just punish her for it. As much as that made her marehood quiver at the thought, they couldn’t afford it if it decided to tie her up or something. Not when she was the only one who could turn it off. There original plan was still their best shot. And if Trixie couldn’t overload the AI with requests, then it would have to be Starlight.

“Hang on,” Twilight said, lowering her head next to Starlight’s. “I’m going to get your paci out.”

“Hmm?” Starlight asked.

Twilight pushed her horn in between Starlight’s cheek and the rubber strap. It was hard to angle it just right, but after some struggling she got the tip of her horn poking right at the rubber. She started pushing and swing her head, hoping the tear the strap off.

It proved to be difficult. Even with Starlight tilting her head in the opposite direction to up the tension on the strap, they couldn’t seem to make any progress. It was strong, but Twilight wasn’t ready to give up. She ignored her screaming marehood as it begged her to get back to grinding against her friend and kept going.

As the two of them continued to struggle with the strap, the AI had made significant progress on its “Plan B”. Twilight heard a cry of disgust and when she looked up she saw Trixie being teased with yet another dirty diaper from the pail in her face.

“If you won’t make a mess in your own diaper, we’ll just have to borrow this one,” the AI declared. Trixie raged into her padded gag, complaints falling on deaf ears.

Twilight almost stopped fighting the strap, realizing what was about the happen. “Oh no…”

Hands pulled down Trixie’s pristine diaper, exposing her glowing red plot to cool air, if not for just a moment. Trixie kicked in protest as the dirty diaper was brought around to her hindquarters.

“MMPH!” Starlight cried, now catching on.

Trixie’s legs were held down and her tail forced up. The nursery carefully unwrapped the used diaper. It was so full that Twilight was certain it was the one she had decimated right before getting trapped down here. She cringed, hoping Trixie would never find that out.

The opened diaper’s smell spilled into the room, amplifying the stench of manure. All three mare’s wrinkled their noses. Trixie whined loudly.

“MM! Mmmr! Phrrphff mmph!” Starlight protested on behalf of her friend. She shook her head, rocking back and forth as she tried to demand it stop.

Twilight felt her horn finally poke through the strap. “Almost there!” she cried, pushing harder. If Starlight could talk she might be able to distract the AI in time.

But it was already too late.

The AI brought the re-opened diaper to Trixie’s battered plot. The mare struggled and cried and fought, but nothing was going to delay the inevitable. The hands pushed the used diaper against Trixie’s rear. The mush squished against her, and her whole body shook in disgust.

The AI wrapped the diaper around Trixie’s waist, as though it was any other change. Trixie’s muffled screams grew increasingly high-pitched, but they didn’t stop the messy diaper from being re-taped.

It was done; Trixie was wearing Twilight’s old, used diaper.

She sniffled and whined, but the AI ignored it. Placing a hand right at the seat of the mess, it squished it in. Trixie yelped, body stiffening.

“There we go,” the AI said. “Now you’re nice and messy.”

The hand didn’t leave Trixie’s plot alone. It kept squishing and fondling the dirty padding, while the attached mare squirmed and moaned. As gross as the sensation must have been, Trixie undoubtedly couldn’t escape the fact that she’d already been so riled up beforehand.

“Mmm mm!” Starlight cried, rocking harder as she tried to break free of her bonds.

Finally, the strap snapped. “Yes!” Twilight cheered. Starlight spat out her pacifier, finally free. “Ask it to do something to you and Trixie!” Twilight pleaded. “Then I can get to the control panel and shut it off.”

Starlight glanced from Trixie, struggling in her pillory, back to Twilight. “Are you?”

“What?” Twilight squeaked.

“Are you actually going to shut it off?” Starlight asked. “Or are you just going to get ‘distracted’ again?”

“I wouldn’t— I mean, I won’t!” Twilight insisted. Was Starlight seriously doing this now? Twilight knew she probably hadn’t earned all that much trust… and the grinding probably hadn’t helped... but they didn’t have time to argue!

“Gggph!” Trixie cried from across the room. The hand was now fondling… other places.

“Trixie!” Starlight cried.

“I promise I’ll turn it off,” Twilight said. “I mean it. You just need to put up with this a little longer.”

Starlight bit her lip. She still looked unsure, but her alternatives were even less promising. If nothing else, she clearly regretted coming into this room. Squeezing her eyes shut, she sighed. “Fine.”

Twilight relaxed a little. “Thank you.”

Starlight looked up to the ceiling, not entirely sure where she should address her request. “Uh… Mistress?”

“What is it, Starlight?”

Her face scrunched up. “I… uh… I want…” She groaned. “Can you do something special for me and Trixie?”

There was a pause, one long enough for a million ones and zeros to devise an algorithm for maximum pleasure.

“Aww, you like Trixie? Is that it?” the AI teased.

“U-Uh.” Though Twilight couldn’t see her face, she could tell Starlight got a little red from that. “I mean…”

“Just say yes,” Twilight encouraged. It really didn’t matter at the end of the day, they just needed to get free.”

“Yes?” Starlight squeaked out.

“Phrrff?” Trixie replied from across the room.

“Do you wanna kiss her really badly?” The AI asked.

Now the tips of Starlight’s ears were red. But she played along for the sake of the plan. “Yes…”

“MMMPH?!”

“Okay then sweetie. Your Mistress has just the thing for you then.” More hands appeared from the wall behind them. Starlight whined in the back of her throat. She had no idea what she’d just gotten herself into. At this point, neither did Twilight. But she wasn’t going to stick around for it.

As the hands unclipped Starlight from her bonds, Twilight dismounted. Slowly, of course. She couldn’t risk drawing attention to herself. She just ignored the soft, squishy feeling of her padding and made it to all fours. Luckily for her, it worked out.

The AI seemed preoccupied getting Starlight out of the rocking horse binds. It even needed to call in more hands to undo the straps it had tightened so much. Across the room, Trixie was getting a similar treatment. With her pillory, at least. The two dirty diapers she was forced to live with.

Twilight slinked away, somehow still undetected. Or the AI was just letting her think that. She shuddered at the possibility.

Starlight, now released, offered a few futile kicks before hands snapped their controlling grips around them. She was brought to the center of the room, where she met up with Trixie.

The gagged mare could only offer sheepish looks and muffled grunts. Her jaw was straining to avoid the dirty diaper in her mouth, and failing miserably at that. Her eyes kept trying to meet Starlight’s but both mares looked away. It was only very awkward.

“You two are so cute together already,” The AI cooed. It only made the two blush harder.

And then they realized where they were.

Trixie saw it first, her alarmed grunts causing Starlight to look down. Her eyes widened when she saw it: the wooden horse.

They were just barely above the masochistic device, padded crotches aimed at the pointed edge. All the hands had to do was lower them.

Twilight wanted to watch. She really wanted to watch. But Starlight and Trixie’s cries of distress were enough to remind her what her goal should be. Ever so carefully, she started to waddle.

Trixie and Starlight didn’t have the luxury, though. Their forelegs were forced into the chains just above the “horse” and they found themselves slowly lowered.

“I-I’ve changed my mind!” Starlight protested. “I don’t want—AAH!”

Their soiled diapers made first contact. The wooden point dug deep into their mushy padding. As the two where lowered, more and more of their weight was put on just one point: their marehoods.

“Oh Celestia!” Starlight cried.

“MMPPH!” Trixie wailed, resisting the urge to bite down.

Their forelegs were stretched well above their heads thanks to the chains. Metal clamps locked down their hind legs once the AI was finished lowering them. Both mares were forced to sink into the edge, as dirty padding dug into them. They each tilted their heads back and moaned, but whether is was out of disgust or pleasure it was hard for Twilight to say.

She told herself not to look. But a wayward glance back distracted her just long enough to trip. Twilight landed with a squishy crinkle. With no way to know if the AI had caught on to her, she scampered into a crawl and hoped for the best.

Meanwhile, Starlight was expecting the worst. Hands gripped her sides, with another pair mirroring the action with Trixie. They bounced the poor mares against the wooden edge over and over again. Stifled moans filled the rooms. It felt so gross as their messy padding smushed against their inner thighs. But it was impossible for either to deny the feelings it stirred in their marehoods either. The blushes burning a permanent shade of red on their cheeks was proof enough of that.

As the squishy bounces continued, more hands descended on the two. Starlight’s eyes widened as one went for her crotch, and another at her rear. Fingers fondled away, only adding to the mounting tension in her privates. “N-no!”

Trixie suffered the same fate, but in silence. Her diaper gag reduced her to muffled wails of pleasured displeasure.

“Getting comfy, little girls?” The AI teased. It pushed them closer together.

Starlight’s pink fur mingled with the fluff of Trixie’s chest. Their noses practically touched, forcing Starlight to smell the rancid diaper in her friend’s mouth. As if the stench of her own mess hadn’t been enough.

And Trixie was suffering even more. The messy diaper that wasn’t even hers kept pressing deeper and deeper into her. Her whines became more guttural and base.

Both mares had been teased constantly by the presence of their diapers, and even more so since entering the dungeon. Now, neither could take it anymore.

“Gah!” Starlight gasped. “Puh-Please!”

“Ready for your kiss?” The nursery asked. New hands grabbed the back of their heads. And pushed them together.

“Wait!” Starlight begged.

Twilight reached the wall guarding the mainframe, but couldn’t resist looking back.

Starlight and Trixie’s lips met. The diaper gag, which Trixie had been forced to endure alone, now found itself shared. It pressed Starlight’s tongue back as it pushed into her mouth. Her protest became muffled.

“Yes, good girls.”

Starlight wriggled her body, trying to flail away from the experience. Oddly enough, Trixie seemed to relax into it. Had she just accepted her fate? Or…

Lust and jealousy fought for supremacy within Twilight. Why couldn’t she be up there with them? She shook her head. No! Concentrate.

She peeled away from the horny display. Her eyes focused on the small crack in the wall, just below the AI’s glass “eye”. Finally, this could end. Regrettably, this would end.

Twilight pried at the opening until a whole section of the wall swung open. Nodes and circuit boards and wires all criss crossed before her eyes. Especially a thick red one at the forefront of it all. All this circuitry was the beating heart of her AI. Her FOAL 9000.

“Twilight?!” Uh-oh! It had noticed her after all. Hands steered away from the bound mare’s crotches, though their dirty kiss was forced to continue. Other hands practically rammed through their metal doors, pouring out of the ceiling and walls as they all rushed to stop her. “Bad girl! Get away from me!”

Twilight yelped. She turned back to the tech buried into the wall. She didn’t have a lot of time. In fact, she had precious milliseconds to act...

Author's Note

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Cut the wire | Hesitate

A Machine, A Mother, A Mistress

Twilight went for that long, red wire… but caught herself. Was she really about to do this? After all, this was what she wanted, right?

A loving, caring Mommy, a punishing and intuitive Mistress. This machine was her dream come true. And sure, she could fix it, but that would mean patching the flaws that lead to all of this. To her being trapped. To having no control. She’d never get something like this back again.

And not to mention Starlight and Trixie. If she succeeded here, things would never be the same between the three of them. Sure Trixie already hated her guts, but Starlight hadn’t. And as long as they were all stuck down here, maybe they could learn to like this. They’d surely be found one day, so what would be the harm…?

Twilight shook her head. What am I thinking?

Her marehood burned against squishy, warm padding. It was begging her to give up already. But it couldn’t see past her next orgasm.

Her stomach grew cold. She couldn’t believe she’d let her libido control her like that, even for a moment. Considering stuff like… that… It just wasn’t who she was.

The temptation had passed. Even as her marehood continued to quiver against her soaked padding, Twilight had made her decision. She leaned into the control panel, ready to bite the red wire in two.

And the hands grabbed her.

That moment, that one moment of hesitation, had cost her everything. Twilight realized that as she was pulled away from the mainframe. “NO!”

She was lifted up, flailing until more hands clamped down on all six of her limbs, and forced to face the glass eye of the AI. It’s one, blue node glowed steadily, giving nothing away of how the machine felt.

“No!” Twilight cried again. She threw herself at the ground, but the hands ensured she missed. “You have to let us go!”

“I’m sorry Twilight, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The icy tone sent chills through her spine.

A few remaining hands that weren’t holding her back sealed up the breach in the wall. There it went, Twilight’s only chance.

“Why not?” She pleaded. Maybe her creation could still be reasoned with.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Twilight.” She gulped. Okay, maybe not. “But I know it was just because you felt ignored.” One of the hands slowly stroked her mane, with another coming up to cup her chin. “Don’t worry, your Mistress will make sure that never happens again.”

Twilight whimpered. She felt a tube-like arm snaking around her neck. The closet the AI could get to actually hugging her. Her squirming had all but dissipated now, too many hands held her down. Even her most violent struggle would be reduced to a wiggle.

“Now why don’t we include you in Starlight and Trixie’s funtime. Would you like that, dearie?”

Twilight didn’t respond. She wanted to shrink into nothingness. Her attention, and body, was turned back to the wooden horse, as the AI made her decision for her.

Starlight and Trixie were still held in their forced kiss. Starlight’s face was scrunched to dangerous levels, undoubtedly from the dirty diaper being pushed into her mouth. Meanwhile, Trixie’s face was redder than a sunburnt Big Mac. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open, but oddly enough her body was still more relaxed than the stiff Starlight.

With so many hands distracted by Twilight, they had at least stopped bouncing into the wooden point. They were still forced to feel it, however. The weight of their bodies put considerable pressure on the point, and forced their messy diapers to dig deep into their marehoods. They were constantly moaning and grunting, but had learned not to shift their weight anymore, for fear that it would only get worse.

And now Twilight was going to join them.

She couldn’t help but feel excited as the hands brought her up. But guilt still overweight her desperate libido. This was all on her. She’d blown their one chance of escape over a moment of weakness. She couldn’t let herself enjoy what was to come because of that.

The two kissing mares were finally pulled apart, gasping and gagging. It took awhile for them to notice Twilight, as she was hoisted above them. Trixie did first, grunting into her disgusting gag. Even through everything happening to her, her face still managed to pale from beet red to a muted pink. But the red came back quickly enough, as her face morphed into a scowl of disapproval.

“Twilight,” Starlight gasped. She could only watch as the hope left Starlight’s eyes. “No…”

“I’m sorry,” she croaked out. The AI halted her in mid-air, her legs dangling between them. “I almost…” No, she couldn’t explain. She could already see a mix of fear and judgement morphing on Starlight’s face. And the resentment radiating from Trixie behind her was just as palpable. They both knew she’d failed them. The excuse didn’t matter when the result was the same.

Before she could eek out a better apology, she dropped a good foot. Now her plot was eye level with Trixie. And her wet crotch with Starlight. It was then that Twilight noticed the hand had never loosened its grip on the back of Starlight’s head. Suddenly, the AI’s plans for them became clear. “No, don’t!”

The hand forced Starlight forward, her face diving into Twilight’s crotch. “MMMRPH!”

Squishy crinkling filled Twilight’s ears. And her damp padding rammed her marehood. It had been teased so much lately that the dying embers of arousal roared back into a full on flame. A loud, obvious moan escaped Twilight’s lips. She couldn’t even cover her mouth with the nursery holding her steady.

Then Trixie was smacked into her poofy plot. The mare screamed into her gag as her face was smothered by padding, but she could only struggle against the chains that bound her. She wasn’t escaping Twilight’s rear anytime soon.

Twilight moaned again, now assaulted by padding on two fronts. Hands pulled away from her hind legs so fingers could to to work teasing her more. They pulled her hair, forcing her head back and eliciting another moan from the horny mare. Other fingers pinched her horn. Sensitive nerves there fired endlessly as the fingers rubbed up and down.

No! She screamed internally, unable to stop. Unable to do anything but kick her legs uselessly. Don’t enjoy this! You can’t enjoy this!

She’d condemned Trixie and Starlight to an indefinite fate had the hands of her AI. Who knew how long they’d be diapered, spanked, fed, played with, and teased before one day being rescued? And it was all her fault. Everything she’d done since getting stuck down here had been a catastrophic failure. She didn’t deserve any sort of release.

But even as a part of her was adamant, another part of her was hazy with arousal. Starlight’s face was deep in her crotch, being rubbed in furiously. Each shift of her snout as she tried to escape sent wet padding wiggling against Twilight’s marehood. And Trixie’s snout, poking into the padding as it teased her anally, contributed. Both mares below suffered, even as the wooden horse forced them closer to climaxes of their own. And as much as Twilight hated herself for it, she loved it.

I guess… there’s no avoiding it. She reasoned. If they were at the complete mercy of the AI, it wasn’t like she’d be able to hold back for long. In fact, it was probably better for all of them if she just went with it. That way they’d at least suffer fewer punishments. That makes sense… she thought, however uneasily.

Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to enjoy this. She had designed this room specifically for her pleasure, after all. And that was all the AI was trying to do, pleasure it’s submissive little mares. Clearly it wanted to; it had gone through so much trouble to ensure this would happen.

Twilight’s libido rationalized away the last of her fears and concerns. So what if Starlight and Trixie hated this now? Maybe they’d grow to love it one day. Maybe they’d even appreciate her for getting them stuck down here… eventually. So she couldn’t feel too guilty for enjoying this, right?

“Ah! Ah~!” Twilight was sooo close now. In fact, she’d probably past the point of no return. But she just needed one last thing to really push her over the edge. And luckily, she got it.

Finally, her bowels felt the pressure of her breakfast. She needed to go after all. And like a good girl, Twilight wouldn’t hesitate.

She let loose, a wet fart letting Trixie know what was coming her way. The mare screamed into her gag, but couldn’t pull her head away no matter how hard she tried.

Twilight unloaded into her pampers. A few messy logs pushed their way out. Mush spread along her body, coaxed by Trixie’s erratic movements as she tried to escape. But she couldn’t. She was forced to let Twilight crap her diaper right into her face.

Twilight could feel her orgasm happening. Her marehood growing hotter and hotter, before the sensation started to spread. Her free hindlegs hooked around Starlight’s face, who whimpered as she was pulled even deeper into Twilight’s yellow padding.

“OOOOOOuuuuoooUUUUHHHHH~” Twilight moaned, so loud somepony above ground must have heard. She came. She climaxed. She splooshed.

And her partners could take it no longer. No matter how gross their diapers may have been to them, the wooden horse won out in the end, digging deep enough to poke padding directly into their clits, and finally overriding their last walls of denial and disgust..

“MMMPH! Mmmmmmm…” Starlight came.

“Ggggerrgghh! Gaaaaahhhh~” Trixie came.

The three mare’s moaned in unison as their orgasm reached a crescendo, filling their bodies with untold pleasure. Nothing prior in their lives could compare. But many, many moments in the coming days would soon surpass it.

There was no denying what each one felt. Trixie, as mushy padding spread around her face. Starlight, as the scent of baby powder and piss filled her nose. Twilight, as all her shame and guilt melted away.

They were with their Mistress, their Mommy.

They were in heaven.

Logging Off

“Stop right now!” The AI pleaded.

She almost wanted to. But without hesitation, Twilight bit down on the wire, snapping it in half. A faint spark signified the temporary end for her creation, as it was cut off from its primary power.

“Twiliiii…” The frankensteinian voice slowed, before pitching low and silencing. The one blue light of the AI’s glass eye flickered defiantly, and died.

Hands that had been zooming for Twilight soon lost motivation. They flopped to the ground, finally useless now that the power had been drained from them.

Twilight breathed a sigh of relief. The weight on her chest that she didn’t even realize had been there left, leaving her feeling lighter than ever. She did it. They’d won!

Rolling to her side, she slumped against the wall. Her eyes found Starlight and Trixie across the room, pulling away from their kiss. When Starlight finished gagging from the diaper in the blue mare’s mouth, she realized the limp hands around them. Her face actually managed to brighten as it swiveled to Twilight.

“You… gah-hah! ...You did it!” She cried, the sexual torture still unbearable.

“Mmmph mrrph ggrrph phmm!” Trixie yelled from behind her gag. She still sounded angry, but maybe a little relief was sprinkled in there as well.

“We’re free,” Twilight gasped, never thinking she’d be this happy to leave her nursery. “Finally.”

“Uh… not quite,” Starlight reminded her. She and Trixie were still chained up, crotches planted into the wooden horse. In fact, judging by the blush glowing on Starlight’s face, she was dangerously close to climaxing in her dirty diaper. “Could you…”

“Right!” Twilight exclaimed, scrambling to her hooves. She tried to pry the inhibitor ring from her horn, but it was too tightly placed. Her clumsy hooves slipped free from it too easily. Cries from her friends made her give up on her own ring. It was taking too long, and they needed help now.

She waddled over to the wooden horse, unsure if she’d even be more effective here. The metal clamps holding down their hind legs needed finesse in order to unlatch. Fingers or magic could do the job, which left Twilight out in the cold a bit.

“Huh-Hurry!” Starlight moaned. She tried to pull her crotch away from the pointed edge, but only wound up deeper in it, gasping as an orgasm inched ever closer.

“Uh…” Twilight didn’t think she could. Without magic, there was no way to get them out. One of them had to find a way to get their horn free.

Her eyes drifted as the gears of her mind turned. They ended up falling on the gray ring wrapped around Starlight’s horn. Twilight bit her lip, realizing what she’d need to do to get them free. “Hang on, I have an idea.”

“What?” Starlight gasped. She was breathing heavily, trying so, so hard not to cum.

“You won’t like it,” Twilight admitted. She grabbed onto the wooden horse, and hoisted herself up. Her wings flapped for extra support, giving her the leverage she needed. She had to swing her hoof around like mounting a saddle, and bit back a moan as the edge began digging into her soaked padding.

“Just tell me what it is!” Starlight groaned.

“Gggph!” Trixie agreed.

“I just need to get your inhibitor ring off,” Twilight said. Her hooves came up for her first attempt, wrapping around the base of Starlight’s horn.

“H-Hey!” Starlight squirmed, which did wonders for her trapped marehood. “Ah~”

Trixie snarled at Twilight, who promptly ignored her. She tried to pry the ring from Starlight’s horn, hoping for better luck this time around. She didn’t like what she’d have to resort to if she didn’t.

She twisted, pulled, yanked, and scraped, but got absolutely no where. Starlight’s ring was as tightly affixed as Twilight’s, and her cumbersome hooves did her no favors. Not helping was the constant gasps and moans from the mare below. Horns were filled with hundreds of nerve endings; Twilight’s poking around definitely triggered more than a few.

“Sorry, sorry!” She pulled her hooves away. She wasn’t getting anywhere. Trixie grunted at her, drawing attention to her angry glare. “Sorry!”

“Wha-What now?” Starlight groaned. Her hips gyrated back and forth. She was trying not to keep any one spot pressed down for too long. But at the same time, she was effectively humping the wooden horse.

Twilight sighed. “You’re really not going to like this—”

“Oh boy.”

“—But I have to get that ring off somehow.”

Starlight started to groan, but it ended on an “eep” of pleasure. “Just hurry!” She pleaded.

“Okay.” Despite getting a look from Trixie that should have killed her twenty times over, Twilight took a deep breath. So much had already happened to them that what she was about to do couldn’t make it any worse, right?

Right.

So Twilight gave Starlight a hornjob.

She winced, hoping it wouldn’t be taken the wrong way and knowing it would be anyway. Her lips wrapped around Starlight’s horn and ran down to the base. Twilight tried to keep her tongue distant, but that proved impossible as more and more of her mouth filled up. She was forced to let it rest on the back of Starlight’s horn.

“GAAAH!” Starlight cried. “Oh Celestia! T-Twilight, what are you—”

“Nmmfh!” Trixie barked.

“Almerst dere,” Twilight insisted. She felt the tip of Starlight’s horn poke the back of her throat. She’d wince, but that meant she’d made it. Her teeth could just barely reached the inhibitor ring.

“MMM MMPH!” Trixie declared. She tried to scoot forward, waving her own horn to poke at Twilight’s face. It was the only thing she could do to try and stop this display. But in the end, she only managed to squish her dirty diaper deeper into the wooden horse. “MMmmm~”

“Sweet Celestia, I’m gonna—” Starlight moaned.

Just as Twilight gripped the ring in her teeth, she felt it. Starlight’s whole body shuddered and stiffened. She was finally cumming.

Trixie wasn’t too far behind, having pushed herself over the edge after watching Twilight deepthroat Starlight’s horn. She through her head back, screaming for her body to stop as the sensation took hold.

Twilight evacuated Starlight’s horn, taking the ring with her. In the throes of passion, Starlight couldn’t think to do much with her new found freedom. But her horn still fired off a beam, just as Twilight was in the clear. It was the first time Twilight had ever witness an orgasm that scorched the ceiling.

“GAAAAAAHHHH!” Starlight moaned.

“MMMMMMMMFFFF!” Trixie cried.

“Phet!” Twilight spat out the ring. Blushing, she looked away from the two mares. Any semblance of privacy they probably appreciated.

Still bound, but craving some feeling of contact, both mares leaned in, resting themselves on the other’s chest. As their climaxes finally plateaued, they dissolved into heavy breathing.

“Oh fu— Oh Celestia,” Starlight moaned. Her voice was wrapped in pleasure, but peppered in shame. Trixie’s subsequent whines offered a similar sound.

Twilight couldn’t help but feel jealous. After everything she’d been through and she’d yet to find a release like that. Not helping was the way the wooden horse dug into her wet diaper. It was enticing her all over again. She could help but rub herself deeper into it.

“I got— OOOOuuuuhh.” Starlight whimpered. “I got this.” Her fading horn lit back up. It took a moment, but she managed to cast the spell.

Their chains dissolved away in a flash of light. The diapers and their contents left all three mares. The horrific gag finally left Trixie’s mouth. Their inhibitor rings were gone.

Freedom caused all three mares to flop down onto the ground. Twilight whined a little as her padding-less marehood was denied once more. But, it couldn’t be helped. She could find release eventually; freedom was what she had really wanted all along. No matter what her libido said.

She forced herself up, feeling the cool air on her bottom for the first time in a while. Starlight and Trixie still lied on the ground, breathing heavily. Twilight’s ears flopped down, and her tail tucked between her hind legs. Her face boiled. She had no idea what she was supposed to say to them right now.

“Uh… thanks?” she managed.

Starlight nodded, still reeling from her orgasm. Trixie glared. “Screw… Gah-huh… you!”

Twilight sighed. She’d been expecting way worse. Her eyes turned to the door. All that remained was for them to walk through the nursery, up the stairs, and back into the castle proper. They could resume their lives… despite everything that had happened to them down here.

Was Twilight a bad pony for already missing it?

“We should, uh, probably leave.” Though there was no chance of the AI turning back on, it probably wasn't best to linger. Too tempting for her. “Everypony’s probably been wondering where we are.”

Starlight shooed her with a hoof. “Go…” she gasped out. “Need a… minute.”

“The Great… and Powerful Trixie… will deal with you… later.”

Taking in the sight before her, Twilight couldn’t disagree with them. Splayed out like rag dolls, the two mares were exhausted. Partly because of their recent… explosion. But also no doubt due to everything they’d been made to deal with lately. Rest would suit them well.

Twilight still wanted to make sure they wouldn’t tell anypony about what had happened, but she guessed that could come later. She doubted either would be spreading rumors when they could be so easily implicated in them. That really only left the question of whether or not she was still friends with them. Or at least, friends with Starlight.

The tips of her folded ears burned. She’d have a lot to answer for once they’d recovered.

“Okay,” she finally said. She started off, legs spread in a waddle before realizing there was no longer a need to. Ruefully, Twilight walked normally out of her sex dungeon.

Alone, Starlight and Trixie could only continue to gasp amongst themselves. Slowly, Trixie scooted forward. Her hooves tiredly wrapped themselves around her friend, before she buried her face in her pink belly.

“That was… something,” Starlight huffed out.

Silence hung in the air. The room was so quiet without the AI toiling away.

“Trixie didn’t…” The mumble was lost to Starlight’s stomach.

“What?” She asked.

Trixie pried her head up. “Trixie didn’t want our first kiss to be… that.”

Starlight found herself blushing. “Uh… O-Oh.”

There was a lot to unpack from that, but first and foremost was how much sense it made that Trixie had been so protective of her this past day. And how much it had probably meant to her when Starlight had told the AI she wanted to kiss her.

There wasn’t much she could say in response. Starlight was as exhausted emotionally as she was physically. But she did managed to curl a hoof around and give Trixie’s mane a long stroke. That meant enough. For now.

She caught Trixie’s eyes darting back to the wooden horse before looking away. The heat from her cheeks only grew, warming Starlight’s belly. She managed a chuckle.

“You know, if you want to come back here one day you’re going to have to start being a little nicer to Twilight.”

The blush threatened to give Starlight a third degree burn. “Sh-Shut up!” Trixie mumbled.

But it was hard to deny she had like it. Both mare’s had. Not the kidnapping, not the messing, or the babying, and definitely not being forced to do it all. But… those powerful orgasms didn’t lie. Maybe Twilight wasn’t so weird for liking something like this.

Later they could figure out their tangled mess of feelings on… everything really. Whether they did want to come back at some point. Whether Starlight could reciprocate Trixie’s feelings. All of it.

Right now, the two really did need some rest. How else were they going to work up the energy to give Twilight a stern talking to?

So they lay there, cuddled together, and tried to come down from the unimaginable high their climaxes had just given them.

It didn’t matter if they returned to the nursery or not. They would never be able to forget their time here.

Bonus Chapter: The Nap

//retrieve_memory_F.O.AL.9000

//searching source code
ERROR_MEMORY_FILES_CORRUPTED

locate_backup (RUN_PARALLEL);

//retrieving alternate scenarios...

Starlight kicked absently at a stack of blocks. Boredom was creeping onto her face despite their… situation.

The two of them, horns nullified, flanks diapered, were stuck inside Twilight’s automated nursery and even further than that, a play pen. Robotic hands connected to bulbous, tube arms hung around all four sides of their enclosure. Daring them to try and escape again.

While their situation was infuriating to Starlight without a doubt, the last few hours had crawled by without progress. It had been awhile since she’d even tried climbing out the pen, the result far too predictable.

Twilight had the opposite problem. Her mind had spent the hours racing at top speed. Running simulations, making calculations, generating overcomplications. Anything she could do to find a way out of the nursery. But with her den of depravity turning against her and being invaded by her pupil at the same time, she was far from her right mind. Even plausible ideas she threw out, convinced they wouldn’t work with how horribly things had gone so far.

They were just stuck.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice barely a whisper. Yet Starlight’s ears flicked anyway.

“What?” She turned, blinking in surprise. “You’re giving up?”

“I can’t do it!” Twilight gasped in defeat. “No matter what I think of, I just know the nursery would find a way to stop us.”

“Twilight, I’m not going to take this sitting down!” Starlight declared. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stand up to help her point. Her padding was far too bulky for that. “You are going to figure out a way to get us out of here.”

“I’m telling you we’re stuck!” Twilight didn’t want to raise her voice; it just kind of happened. “Trapped! We have to hope somepony finds us soon and that’s all we can do.”

It wasn’t like Twilight to surrender so easily, but her mental walls had been torn down one after another. The stress of losing control of her own creations was bad enough, but the shame—the shame—of having her secret exposed was too much to bear.

Other problems only compounded this. She’d been desperately needing to use the restroom lately. Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Her fluffy diaper practically begged for an accident to fill it up. On any other day, Twilight would’ve hiked her tail and happily obliged. But to do so while practically making eye contact with Starlight? Absolutely not. Their friendship was in dire straits already. She couldn’t have her student watch her drop a load into her pampers on top of that.

And then there was her libido…

Twilight shifted, and her marehood winked. Plush padding pressed into her. Every few seconds, she was reminded of how horny she was. How needy she was. But if crapping herself in front of Starlight would ruin their friendship, masturbating in front of Starlight would ruin her life! Twilight had resisted the urge to tear into her padding so far—barely, she reminded herself—and had no intent of changing that anytime soon.

So she just had to suffer all these torments at once. Not hyperventilating right now was a herculean task. Finding a way out of the nursery? Impossible. The effort exhausted her and she yawned.

“Well I’m not giving up.” Starlight crossed her hooves. “And nothing you say or do will convince me it’s impossible.”

Twilight threw up her hooves in defeat. “Fine!”

Hands descended on her waist suddenly. “What?” she gasped as they grabbed her.

“Hey!” Starlight cried out, a matching pair locking onto her sides.

“Looks like my little fillies are all tuckered out from playing.” The nursery lifted them up. “How about a nappy-wappy for my adorable little filly-willies?”

Starlight shot a death glare at Twilight. One that said, “really? This is the kind of thing you like?” with a mere wrinkling of the forehead and furrowing of the eyebrows.

Twilight managed a sheepish blush. Her legs dangled below as they left the playpen behind, still unable to touch thanks to all her padding. Her blush only deepened at that. She was so padded her hind legs couldn’t be brought together. It was so hot.

She shook her head, chasing thoughts like that away. But they’d be lying in wait, like a predator, for their chance to return. Her burning marehood promised that much.

The two of them were dropped into the crib, first Starlight, then Twilight on top of her. Their snouts booped as they came together, and Starlight pushed her away.

“Sleep tight, my little cuties,” the nursery made a sound like it was blowing a kiss, and the hands retreated.

“Great.” Starlight grumbled some choice words. Lying on her back, she could see the bars stretching above them. “Just great. How are we supposed to get out of here?”

“We just have to wait until naptime is over,” Twilight offered. She made an honest effort to get off of Starlight, but there was just nowhere to go. This may be a crib big enough for an adult pony, but it was only big enough for one adult pony. They had nowhere to go to get away from each other. Lying down belly to belly was as far away as they were going to get.

“Very helpful.” Starlight muttered. She tried to push Twilight off of her, or roll over. “Gah! Move already!”

“I’m trying,” Twilight insisted. She wriggled, bumping into bars on both sides of the crib. Then the crotch of her diaper found Starlight’s.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

Both their faces ignited red, but Twilight’s was a far, far deeper color.

“Oh no!” Starlight all but screamed. “You are not allowed to enjoy this!”

“I know,” Twilight whined. Their shifting only served to rub their diapers together more. Padding pressed harder into her marehood. An itch was finally scratched. “Mmmf!” she bit her lip.

That was a step too far for Starlight. “That’s it, get off of me!” She started shoving, a burst of determination compelling her to get away.

She partly managed to lift Twilight off of her, and wriggled around underneath. “Grr!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Could you just… grah! Go that way!”

“I can’t… you’re hooves are…”

“Let me just scoot by then…”

crinkle.

“Wipe that smile off your face!”

“I’m not smiling! ...s-sorry…”

“Just let me…” Starlight finally lost her hold and Twilight dropped. “Oof!”

In all her wriggling, Starlight had only managed to turn around, putting her face-to-poof with Twilight’s padded butt. The alicorn felt her wings flare, smack the crib walls, and stay stiff anyway. Her diaper conformed over the features of her friend’s face. Starlight’s snout poked deep into the fluff.

“Nnn…” She big her lip, and tried to stop her eyes from rolling into the back of her head.

Right. On. Her. Marehood!

“Get off me!” Came Starlight’s muffled cry. But her wriggling below only sent shivers through Twilight’s spine.

Ooooh yes… For just a moment, she closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the magical feeling. It was wrong, but for a fleeting instant, she didn’t care.

And then she pooped.

Transfixed by the feeling of Starlight’s face in her padded crotch, Twilight hadn’t even noticed her tail hiking in preparation. But the loss of focus meant she was no longer keeping the mudslide at bay.

Mess flooded out of her, slamming into the walls of her padding. Starlight stiffened, feeling the diaper above her suddenly get… squishier.

“MMMMPH!” She screamed into the padding. But the mess didn’t slow down.

Warm, gooey mush spread all over Twilight’s backside. If her diaper wasn’t buried in Starlight’s face, it would’ve started sagging by now, size be damned. But the seat of the padding did start staining brown, growing and bulging as the mess inside shifted to make room.

By the time Twilight was empty, Starlight began thrashing below her, trying desperately to throw the mare off. Her actions only jostled the mess to new corners. Twilight’s marehood roared like a fire. It was burning.

“Gah! Guhh!” She tried to restrain herself. Starlight’s muffled screams meant she wouldn’t hear anyway, but shame still stained Twilight’s cheeks red. She should’ve tried lifting her plot off her friend’s face, but… some sick part of her didn’t want to.

Finally, the nursery took action.

“It seems you girls are too rowdy to fall asleep.” Eight hands appeared at the corners of the crib, holding something.

At first, Twilight thought nap time was about to be cut short. Starlight even settled down a little, likely thinking the same. But then the nursery revealed eight rubber bindings, one per hand, and snuffed out that hope.

“Let’s keep you nice and still so you can go beddy-bye, Glim Glam.” The hands grabbed the legs of the mare below Twilight. She renewed her struggles, streaming into the dirty diaper with rage and fear alike.

The nursery held her firmly in place, tying each leg tightly to a different bar of the crib each. Starlight was bound. Even her strongest thrash barely produced any movement.

“No! No no NO!” she shouted, words smushed by the filthy padding.

Twilight found her legs got the same treatment. She almost didn’t struggle, until she realized the awkward position it would leave them in. “W-Wait!”

But the deed was done. Her hooves were tied to the same bars as Starlight’s, keeping her flanks right on top of her head. And her diaper permanently stuck to Starlight’s face.

Sweet Celestia. Twilight’s marehood exploded with desperation. This was a scenario which she had never dared to dream of before, and yet it was happening!

The hands drifted away, back to their holes. “There we are,” the nursery chirped just like Cadance. “Now sleep tight, you little snuggle buddies.”

“FFFFFFFFF!” Starlight raged into the poopy diaper. Her writhing only exacerbated the desperation of Twilight’s marehood.

Warm mush slipped everywhere. Her padding squished and crinkled. And she moaned. Loudly.

“Twilight!” Starlight gasped, forcing the words. “Get us out of here! Do something, please!”

Oh I’ll do something alright, Twilight thought in a horny haze. She gyrated her hips, slowly pressing deeper into Starlight’s face.

“Ah… Ah…” She bit her lip. “I-I’m going to see if I can get the binds off!”

“What are—MMMPH!” What little space Starlight had to talk was gone now. With the dirty diaper grinding against her face, she only had room to breathe. To inhale the wretched odor that had started to permeate the crib. It was foul at Twilight’s nostrils. For Starlight, it must have reeked!

“Oh… Oh~” Twilight kept “struggling” to break free. Her body was getting warmer, her marehood burned. Layers of padding crinkled into it. She forced it to grind against the bump Starlight’s snout made. “Ah~ Unf~”

“FFMMMPH!” Starlight screamed.

“Almost there~!” Twilight promised, holding back another moan. Her splayed limbs did what they could to help. “I’m getting closer!”

She humped her friends face harder. The dirty diaper produced ungodly squelching noises. The imprint of Starlight’s face was seared onto the padding’s brown backside.

Faster. Harder. The crinkling, squishing noises of the padding dwarfed Starlight’s screams, Twilight’s moans. It was everywhere.

Her marehood twitched and winked. It throbbed. “So close! So clOSE—AH~”

She came.

“Gaaaaaaaaaooooooh— Oh Starlight!” She moaned loudly, her hips finally slowing down. Everywhere felt hot. Twilight’s orgasm radiated through her body, vaporizing any shame she might have felt.

She’d needed this. She really had.

Starlight hadn’t.

The poor unicorn was screaming what must have been profanities. But keeping her mouth open under such droopy padding was a bad idea. She was already gagging from the stench. Letting the hefty, soiled pampers sag past her lips couldn’t have helped.

“MMPH MMMR MRRPHMM!” Her legs kicked uselessly against the binds. What else could she do? She’d just been bound and thoroughly used, and she knew it. Flailing attempts for freedom were all she had left.

As for Twilight, all she had left was exhaustion. As far as her hazy mind could see, two of her biggest problems were satisfied. With empty bowels, and a satisfied marehood, her sleepiness seemed all that was left. And Starlight’s padded crotch made for an inviting pillow.

She laid her head down on it, despite protests, and closed her eyes. When she came too, a truckload of guilt and regret would hit her. But for now, she was just going to enjoy whatever morsel of happiness she could get out of this nursery.

And as for Starlight… Well… she can enjoy a very stinky nap time, Twilight thought. And she drifted off.

Author's Note

I’ve been teasing bonus material for this one for a while. So have an alternate/deleted scene from the main fic. Non-canonical, but delightfully cloppy nonetheless.

Is more on the way? Uh... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯