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.