FOAL 9000

THWACK!

THWACK!

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!

THWACK!

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.