FOAL 9000

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.