FOAL 9000

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.

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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.