FOAL 9000

Up until dinner, they plotted. It was all they could do. Twilight was useless now that she was unable to even walk. The bulk of her dual diapers ensured she wasn’t going to be standing any time soon, let alone run to the door. On top of that, Trixie was kept in perpetual bounce. Anytime she slowed down a hand or two would appear to launch her once again.

Scheming and waiting was the best they could do. And Twilight had to admit that it was turning out better than she expected. Starlight had a few ideas she might never have considered, and Trixie… was good at shooting down bad plans at least.

“Trixie will not be some decoy!” She declared mightily from her bouncer. “She is going to be the first one out. Understand?”

Twilight sighed heavily. Starlight wasn’t far behind. The poor mare was crossing her legs as best she could while sitting in her padding. She was in a near constant state of cringe, holding back a bladder that must have been beyond full.

Twilight could sympathize. The rest of her tea was starting to catch up with her, to the point where she could feel a dull ache in her own bladder. Not even close to Starlight’s desperation, but she had been lucky enough to go once already and still felt the need already. She could only imagine what her friend was going through.

“Maybe you should just go ahead and… you know, go,” Twilight suggested.

Starlight bit her lip furiously and shook her head.

“You don’t want it to all come out during our escape again, do you?” Twilight reminded her.

She couldn’t tell if Starlight’s face was red from exertion or embarrassment. “If I’m remembering correctly,” she managed. “I wasn’t the one who messed up that time.”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to blush. “U-Uh, well… still.”

Starlight grunted, diaper crinkling as she tried to tighten her crossed legs. “But I don’t think I’ll hold out much longer anyway.”

She stood, biting her lip as she looked back at her diapered rump. They both knew it would’ve been a lot better if she didn’t go right now. Aside from taking up time they should be using to plan their escape, she also ran the risk of leaking and getting stuck like Twilight with double diapers. But at the same time it was clear Starlight could no longer hold back.

“Don’t do it!” Trixie commanded from her bouncer. She kicked and flailed angrily. “It’s what she wants you to do!”

Twilight’s ears flopped down. So Trixie was still convinced she was behind this whole thing?

“Trixie!” Starlight snapped. The bouncing mare pouted, but didn’t fire back with more slander.

Starlight sighed, positioning herself to let go. Her plot rose ever so slightly into the air, and her face fixed in concentration. It wasn’t easy to willingly wet yourself, even when you had to go. Twilight had needed to practice a lot just to get to where she was today.

Starlight glanced at her, and looked away. “Could you…?”

“Oh, sorry.” Twilight turned around, awkwardly scooting on her massive poofy butt. Of course Starlight would want privacy.

Once she was looking away, the waiting game commenced. Starlight had to grunt and groan to force herself to pee. It took a while, to the point where Twilight and Trixie were straining their necks with how desperately they were looking away. But it did, eventually, happen.

Hisssssss.

“Uuugh.” Starlight shuddered as her not-accidental accident began. For a while, the only sounds were of Starlight wetting her diaper. The pee hitting the padding, being soaked up, squishing about as it settled, and then the cycle would repeat. A wet melody performing for a captive audience.

Twilight chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to stop herself from twitching. She wanted to watch. She wanted to do so much more. But she held back those perverse thoughts; now was really not the time for them.

When Starlight finished, she seemed to forget the inconvenience of the diaper for a moment when she sat down.

squish squish

“Eeew,” she shivered and stood as Twilight turned back around.

“Just ask the nursery for a change,” Twilight said. “Then we can get started on the plan.” She looked up. “Unless you need to go too, Trixie.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie will do no such thing!” Trixie screeched. “You cannot trick Trixie into using this… this ghastly thing!”

“Alright, suit yourself.” Even though Trixie said that, the stress behind her voice was a huge tell. She was desperately holding back her own little bathroom break.

“At least I’m not leaking,” Starlight said as she observed her very yellow diaper. “That’s a plus.” She looked up hesitantly, lips tightening. “Uh… H-Hey… It’s going to change me, right?”

“Of courses it will,” Twilight said. “Just ask it to—”

“Okay, sweeties!” The nursery chirped. Starlight looked to Twilight in confusion, but was answered before she could ask. “It’s dinnertime!”

“Uh oh.” Twilight tightened her lips.

“Uh oh?” Starlight’s brow furrowed. Hands reached down and picked her up. “Why uh oh?”

More hands grabbed Twilight. She winced, knowing what was to come. “The nursery doesn’t do changes during mealtimes.” Her eyes drifted to the yellow diaper. “You’re going to have to wait until we’re done eating.”

“What?!” Starlight squeaked. “Twilight!”

“See, Trixie told you!” Trixie piped up as she was removed from the bouncer. She pointed accusingly at Twilight. “All according to her plan.”

“No it isn’t!” Twilight cried as the trio were brought across the room.

Apparently the nursery wanted Starlight to go first. She was plopped in the high-chair, diaper squishing and face contorting with disgust.

“Eew!” she cried, kicking her legs while the tray table locked her in. “Change me! Change me now!” she demanded of the nursery.

“Now let’s see what’s for dinner, sweetie.” The nursery popped open the fridge, a hand scanning the assortment of jars. “Ah.”

It withdrew asparagus foal food. Why Twilight even had a disastrous flavor like that in storage, she couldn’t even remember. But she groaned just thinking about it.

“Come on, just change me first!” Starlight pleaded, wiggling around in the confines of the chair. squish squish squish. She cringed.

The lid popped off, a spoon dove in, a bib was wrapped around her fairy dress. A glob of green mush drifted towards Starlight’s mouth. “Time for num nums, Glim Glam!”

“It’s not going to listen to you!” Twilight explained.

“Bu—Mmmff!” The spoon made contact. Starlight whimpered and moaned at the taste, hooves curling in disgust.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Twilight whispered, wincing.

The nursery held the spoon in place, waiting until Starlight swallowed. Which she eventually did, chasing down her meal with a shiver of her spine, and gasping when the spoon retreated.

“Ooooh…” She groaned. “Why does it taste so bad?”

“Open wide for the choo-choo train, sweetie!” The nursery cooed. It stabbed the spoon in Starlight’s mouth before the mare could put up a fight. “Choo! Choo!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Twilight called over Starlight’s moans of disgust. It wasn’t going well for the fairy princess at all; just the wet diaper or the foal food would be enough of a problem, but both were probably hell for poor Starlight.

“Hmmph.” Trixie crossed her fore legs, pouting. “Don’t pretend like you can’t stop this anytime, Twilight.”

“I can’t!” She insisted. “Why do you think I’d try to trap you in here?”

“Because—” Trixie bit her lip and looked away. “Shut up!”

“Trixie…” The moans of a grossed out Starlight filled the silence between them. Twilight clenched her jaw. This had to end. Trixie couldn’t keep acting like this; they’d have to at least pretend they were a team to make their escape plan work.

But in order to do that, Twilight was going to have to change Trixie’s mind about her.

She wanted to groan. I think I’d rather take my chances with the AI.

“Somepony stop this thing!” Starlight cried out as another glob of asparagus mush hit her tongue.

“You could at least pretend not to hate me for two seconds?” She asked in frustration.

“Why don’t you pretend you’re actually a maid!” she fired back, gesturing to Twilight’s outfit. “Trixie may actually be able to tolerate you if you followed all of her orders.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Be serious.”

“Trixie is being serious!”

Twilight let her face sink into her hoof. This was getting them nowhere. She was not about to deign to Trixie’s request, but she also couldn’t think of anything else that would get her to cooperate. She was just too stubborn, but all that stubbornness was going to get her was a used diaper pretty soon.

Wait a second.

Outstretching her wing, Twilight flipped Trixie’s tutu up to reveal her still-white diaper.

“What are you doing?” Trixie cried, pushing the fabric down to hide her shame.

“Just giving you a diaper check,” Twilight said casually. “Figured that might be why you’re so cranky.”

“Trixie is not cranky!” She snapped. “And Trixie would also never stoop to using this… this thing.”

“Well you won’t have a choice if we don’t escape,” Twilight said rather matter-of-factly. “Or do you honestly think you’ll be able to hold it in forever?”

“Mmmm…” Trixie tried to cross her hind legs, biting her lip. Clearly, she wouldn’t hold out for much longer. “T-Trixie sees your point. She still knows you’re really behind all this, but she sees your point.”

Twilight groaned. Well… progress at least. “If it makes you feel any better, you can be the one who goes for the door, okay?

Their plan was elegantly simple, it wouldn’t be hard for Twilight to fill Trixie’s role and vice versa. In fact, given her track record, this may be for the best.

“Hmm,” Trixie pondered. “Fine. Trixie assumes Starlight will be able to keep you on track. Unless your succubus ways get the better of you and you try to take advantage of her again.”

Twilight’s face burned. The pleasure, and the humiliation, of her time humping Starlight came flooding back. Her crotch was wet. “That wasn’t on purpose!” she squeaked.

“Gaaaah!” Starlight moaned as an empty jar was removed from the tray table. Her dinner was done.

“Gee, somefilly was hungry,” the nursery teased as it plucked Starlight from the high chair.

“Just change me already!” Starlight begged, gagging on the asparagus mush that stuck to her mouth.

The nursery paid her complaint no heed as it held her over and patted her back to burp her. It didn’t stop until a reluctant “urp” escaped Starlight’s lips. From there it cradled her while a bottle of milk appeared with a new hand.

“Oh come on!”

While an amber nipple was shoved into Starlight’s mouth, the arms holding Trixie moved her forward.

“Don’t you dare feed Trixie that slop!” Trixie shouted. Unlike Starlight, this was Trixie’s first time suffering through feeding. She didn’t know what to expect, but knew she didn’t want to be locked in that high chair all the same.

But the tray table still clicked closed, a bib still tied itself around her neck, and more asparagus foal food appeared to be eaten.

“Sparkle, tell your pervert machine to stop!” Trixie yelled. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will not—”

“Choo Choo!” Foal food slammed into Trixie’s mouth. Twilight winced.

“Mmmph! MmmMmm!” Trixie shook her head, face turning green. The nursery didn’t take the spoon out, however. It had learned to make sure it’s filly’s ate.

Trixie kicked and cried and gagged and groaned, but nothing got the nasty mush out of her mouth.

“You have to swallow it!” Twilight told her.

“Mmh!” She got an indignant glare for her trouble.

“Twixie jus’ dowwit!” Starlight insisted as formula dribbled down her chin.

“Mmmm…” Body tensing up, Trixie forced herself to swallow the mush. She hacked and coughed when the spoon finally left her. But she only got a moment’s respite before… “No!”

“Open up, dearie!” Another spoonful jumped down her throat.

Trixie’s strained gurgles were hard to listen to. Twilight had to look away while the poor mare was fed. Her ears even flopped down when the pleading began.

“Please, Trixie will do anything if you don’t—Mmph!”

“Stop it! Just stop it, stop it, stopit!”

“Mmmph! Pwease no more! Hmmphfgrph! I’m full! I’m full!”

The nursery didn’t stop until the jar was empty. By then, Twilight finally worked up the nerve to look over.

Trixie’s face was twisted in permanent disgust. Her lips were pursed, as though she was ready to throw up at any moment. Her whole body was shaking.

“Good girl!” The nursery patted her head. “You ate every last bite just for Mommy, didn’t you?”

Trixie moaned, not able to work up the energy for a comeback.

She was finally released from the high chair, plucked from her spot, and burped. The small break gave Trixie a chance to resume her kicking and squirming, but it was noticeably diminished. She was slowly coming to terms with how powerless she was on her own.

That was… actually kind of good for Twilight, as bad as it sounded to admit that. If nothing else, it would get Trixie to accept that they needed to work together. Hopefully she’d actually follow the plan because of it, and not try to save just herself.

Meanwhile, Starlight was just finishing up her bottle. The rubber nipple popped free from her lips, and Starlight moaned now that her belly was full. She looked tired.

As the bottle was taken away to be refilled, Trixie was moved over to the arm-cradle. She and Starlight managed awkward eye contact before looking away.

“Can I please get a change now?” Starlight asked. But the nursery didn’t respond.

“Time for your baba, Twixie!” The nursery chirped.

Before either mare could get a confused look across, they realized what was happening. Trixie was pushed into the cradling arms, but Starlight wasn’t moved. Instead, she ended up on top of her. Once more, the nursery just forgot about the extra filly lying around.

“Not again!” Starlight groaned.

Trixie’s back curled against her pink stomach stomach. Her head dipped back right next to Starlight’s. The skirt and tutu bunched up against each other, making room for their diapers to connect. And boy did they. Trixie’s padded butt nestled right up against Starlight’s yellow crotch.

“A-Ah!” Starlight whimpered. Her face burned red. Trixie’s wasn’t far behind, but before she could say anything the bottle’s nipple invaded her mouth, held there by the nursery’s hands.

“Mmm…” Trixie whimpered. She squirmed, trying to escape this position.

crinkle squish crinkle squish crinkle squish squish squish

“S-Stop!” Starlight begged, her body tensing up.

Trixie forced herself to settle down to avoid anymore mingling of their diapers. Both mares were completely stuck in an awkward spoon, held that why by mechanical hands. Their faces glowed, and they did everything they could to avoid eye contact.

Twilight watched. Twilight stared. Twilight felt her wings get stiff.

Stop stop stop! Her face boiled and she quickly looked away, just in time to realize she was being plopped in the high chair. Now she had a front row seat to witness the awkwardly arousing display before her.

The tray table snapped closed, Twilight’s hooves now trapped. Her thick diaper wrapped around her hooves, and pushed them against the sides of the chair. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but Twilight knew before she even struggled that she wasn’t fixing this.

A jar of foal food appeared before her. Asparagus again. Sure, why not?

Twilight tried not to look at it, only to find herself staring once more at Trixie and Starlight’s… situation. She looked back to the foal food. Somehow that was better.

“Wet Twixie go!” Trixie demanded from behind the bottle. Even so much as kicking sent her diaper pumping against Starlight’s. Both winced.

“You have to drink all the milk,” Starlight told her. “It won’t let us go otherwise.” Her face twisted as sensations kept hitting her crotch. “P-Please…”

“Grrr…” Trixie’s face somehow flushed more. But, left with no choice, she started to suckle.

Twilight, meanwhile, had to contend with a spoonful of green-brown mush that was approaching her. Her nose curled at the smell; she could handle dirty diapers, but not this.

“Open up, sweetie,” the nursery cooed.

Twilight’s snout scrunched up, ears folding down. Just the sight of the gooey glob resting on the spoon made her tongue recoil. But she knew there was no escaping eating it. And every second she put this off was another second trapped here.

Her lips parted.

“Good girl!” The spoon pushed in, dropping its payload right onto her tongue.

“Mmmmrrrrr…” Twilight shivered, her body tensing up. It was vile! How could she have ever thought this would be a good flavor to buy? She swallowed, gagged, and waited for her next spoonful.

Across from her, Trixie was purging that very taste from her mouth with fresh milk. Her face scrunched up as she forced herself to suckle, but had at least stopped wiggling around. Though, Starlight still had to deal with the diaper pressing against her wet, padded crotch, but this was a start.

“Let me up!” She demanded. The nursery didn’t even respond.

“Here comes the choo choo train, Twily,” It said, bringing another spoonful to her mouth.

Twilight gagged her way through the rest of the mush. She pushed through the worst of the rotten taste, biting back tears when the flavor became too much for her. If Starlight and Trixie had survived it, then so would she.

It was a small mercy when the spoon was dropped in the empty glass jar.

“All done!” The nursery said. “Wow, you ate that so quickly, Twily. Are you still hungry?”

“No!” She groaned. “No, please… no.”

“Okay then sweetie, let’s get you your baba then.” The tray table released. Twilight was lifted, burped, and brought over to the cradle. Trixie’s eyes were closed, her face much more relaxed now. She was still suckling, but surprisingly her bottle was empty.

“Trixie?” Twilight asked. The mare snapped back to reality.

“Wha’?” Her eyes widened at the empty bottle. “Mmph! Nuh! Naw’ wha’ it wooks wike!”

The bottle was plucked from her mouth. Twilight was brought overtop of her.

“Wait!” Starlight croaked from the bottom.

“NO!” Trixie screamed, squirming for freedom. Starlight yelped.

Twilight was lowered on top of Trixie. Her body nestled into place, much like Trixie’s had with Starlight’s. Right down to her massive padded plot against Trixie’s crinkly crotch.

“Eeep!” Trixie squeaked, undoubtedly feeling a flood of floof against her privates. She wiggled furiously between the two. “Get off of me you pervert!”

“T-Trixie!” Starlight begged from below, face easily the reddest of the bunch.

“Just remember the plan!” Twilight begged. “We’ll be out of here soon, I promise.”

Trixie finally settled down, either for Starlight’s sake or her own. Being squished between two layers must’ve felt the best worst out of the three of them. Twilight herself felt her massive poof rubbing up against her plot, getting her marehood all wet again. She almost reached for her crotch.

The bottle returned, this time aiming for Twilight’s mouth. She let it in, eager to taste something good for a change. She suckled quickly, desperately, hoping to get the three of them out of this situation as soon as possible. For their sake, and her own. She didn’t know if she could contain herself at this rate.

“Trixie is going to have your head when we get out of here,” Trixie hissed in her ear. “You hear Trixie? You’re dead, Sparkle.”

Twilight whimpered. So much for making progress with Trixie. She was just as angry as ever, if not moreso. This wouldn’t be over, assuming their plan did get them out.

After that, she at least had silence, save the crinkles and squishes that continued to plague them. They waited for her to finish her bottle. A maid, a ballerina, and a fairy princess, each trying not to lose it during their triple spooning session.

Twilight could at least take solace in the fact that her milk was good. It washed away the asparagus until it was nothing but a bad memory. She didn’t stop suckling till the bottle was dry.

“Finally!” Trixie exclaimed as a hand took the bottle away for the last time.

“That’s it, sweeties. Num-num time is over.” The nursery peeled Twilight from Trixie, and Trixie from Starlight, who gasped with relief.

“Good, now let’s get out of here!” Trixie insisted as their bibs were removed and faces wiped.

“I’m getting changed first,” Starlight demanded with a huff. Her face still had not come down from that blistering shade of red.

Twilight nodded. It was only fair.

“I need a change!” Starlight demanded of the nursery.

“Oh?” A hand made contact with Starlight’s diaper, causing to “eep” in surprise. “Did you have a little accident, Glim Glam?”

“Uggh,” Starlight groan, face contorting with disgust as the diaper check continued. Eventually, she dropped her pride and answered. “Yes…”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy knows just what to do.”

Starlight was whisked away across the room, and landed at the changing table. While the nursery went to work on her, it dropped off Twilight and Trixie at the play pen.

“Great,” Twilight said as she observed the mesh walls around them. This might be a little difficult for the plan. She looked to Trixie, who was turned away, hooves crossed, face pouting. “Come on, Trixie, you know I didn’t mean for that to happ—”

“Does Trixie know that?” she snapped back. “Or do you just want her to think that?”

Twilight almost flopped over. Were they really back to square one? “Look, Trixie, I’m really sorry this happened. But I am not purposely keeping us here. You don’t honestly think I’d want anypony to know about all of this in the first place, do you?”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t.” Trixie pouted, refusing to look at her. “....You probably didn’t.”

“I didn’t, I swear.”

Trixie huffed. “Whatever.”

Her grumbly response didn’t carry the weight of anger that Twilight feared. It was something, and she’d have to take it for now.

Two hands brought Starlight into the playpen, a fresh diaper wrapped around her waist. The look of relief on the pink mare’s face was palpable.

“Okay girls, we have a few minutes before you have to get ready for bed. Just let Mommy know if you need something.”

A few minutes was all they needed. And just in time, too. If they’d been put down for the night it would have all been over.

“So… are we ready?” Twilight asked. Starlight nodded. Trixie turned to face the group. She still didn’t meet Twilight’s eye, but she was ready. “Trixie, you know what to do, right?”

“Go for the door.” She said.

“After...?” Last time the nursery had been quick to put that notion down.

“After Trixie sees all sixteen hands are busy.” Trixie mumbled. They’d gone over it enough, but it never hurt to be sure.

“Okay.” Twilight looked to Starlight. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Right.” Twilight took a deep breath. “Uh… Mommy?”

Two hands popped free from the wall. “Yes, Twily? What is it, honey?”

Her eyes drifted around the room, before settling on the stroller and baby carriage folded up against the wall. “Can I go for a walk?”

The hands reached down and picked her up. “Of course you can, Twily-Wily.” A finger booped her nose before leading her across the room.

That’s two.

As Twilight left the playpen, Starlight began enacting her half of the plan. She gathered up all the blocks she could from inside the pen and began chucking them out, left and right. Some whizzed far into the room, some barely made it beyond the edges of the pen, but all of them scattered about the carpet.

“Mommy?” Starlight asked, struggling to get her voice to sound like a cutesy filly. “Can you get my blocks please?”

“Of course, Glim Glam.” Hands started pouring out of the walls and ceiling, grabbing the colorful blocks and bringing them home. But each time they returned to the pen, Starlight would “accidentally” lose them again. She managed to get eight hands going on this wild goose chase.

That’s ten.

The nursery pulled the stroller and the baby carriage free from the wall, unfolding them for Twilight to inspect. “Which do you prefer, sweetie?”

“Hmm... Can you roll them both so I can see?” she asked, with no intention to pick either.

“Of course, Twily.” Two hands on the stroller, two on the carriage. The nursery sent them on a lap around the room to be compared.

That’s fourteen.

She looked back to Starlight, who was desperately throwing blocks as fast as she could. Try as she might, there just wasn’t enough to keep more than eight hands busy. Trixie was ready and waiting to go, but the last two hands had to be too busy before she could make her move.

“Uh…” Twilight creased her brow. “I… I need a changie!”

“Oh?” A new hand appeared. It dove into her crotch, feeling for any signs of wetness.

Twilight bit her lip. Even through the thick, doubled up padding she could feel the hand pressing the puffy interior into her crotch. Her marehood quivered and twitched. It was so warm…

“Are you sure, sweetie?”

“Yes!” Twilight nodded. “I made peepee and poopoo!”

Another hand appeared, this time exploring her backside for signs of mess. Both caressed her most delicate areas… feeling her up… getting her excited.

“A-Ahh~!” Twilight gasped. “That’s… That’s sixteen!” she shouted.

Trixie bolted.

She climbed over the edge of the playpen. Starlight didn’t slow in the slightest, throwing blocks in the opposite direction of Trixie’s path to keep the hands out of her way.

Trixie stumbled and waddled, but kept going across the room. Her padding’s desperate crinkles marked her progress as they grew fainter the further away she went.

And then she was there, at the door. They’d done it. Once Trixie was out of the room, she could find a way to get the inhibitor ring off undisturbed and come back for them. Had it just been Twilight, she might’ve worried Trixie would leave her behind, but Starlight being here was all the insurance she needed to assuage that fear.

Trixie’s hoove touched the doorknob, and slowly turned it.

The hands holding Twilight stiffened. And dropped her.

Poof! crinkle crinkle

She landed on her padded plot, flanks sinking in to the thick padding. The hands above her zoomed across the room. Every hand did, in fact. Blocks and strollers were abandoned. They had a new target: Trixie.

“Look out!” Starlight screamed.

The unsuspecting mare was only halfway through opening the door when she turned around. “What— AAAHHHH!”

One hand slammed the door closed with a bone-shaking thud. The other fifteen dogpiled Trixie.

“No! No! Let Trixie go!” She thrashed and fought, but no matter how violent she got there was no stopping the hands from pulling her away from the door.

“That was a very naughty thing to do, Twixie.” Hands grabbed her limbs, her joints, forcing her into stillness.

“Leave her alone!” Starlight demanded. She scrambled out the playpen and jumped at the tube arms. She managed to grab a bundle of the lowest hanging ones and pulled, forcing their hands away from Trixie.

“Glim Glam! Not you too!”

Twilight pushed herself upright. She couldn’t just do nothing! This might be their last shot at escaping; they had to give it their all. She crawled to the tea table.

Hands curved away from Trixie to grab Starlight, lifting her up off the ground. She still clung to the tubes she’d managed to nab, refusing the AI however she could. But the hands were able to peel away her hold, freeing them.

“Oh no you don’t!” Twilight grabbed the nearest chair, and threw it at the arms with all her strength. It bounced off of them, uselessly.

“Twilight!” The nursery gasped.

Trixie, at least marginally free, dug her teeth into the nearest hand.

“Trixie!”

Starlight regained her hold on the tube-arms, and shook them, disrupting their hands with violent wiggling.

“Starlight!”

Twilight threw another chair. What else could she do?

“Enough!”

The tide turned immediately. Trixie’s legs were forced out, splaying her in a big X shape. Starlight had her legs tugged away from the tubes, and moved far, far away from them. Hands came for Twilight, who tried to run. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten how unwieldy her diapers were. They dropped her to the ground, and she couldn’t crawl fast enough to escape.

Within seconds, all three were stripped of their ability to move.

“You three have been very bad fillies!” The nurseries angry tone invoked the calm rage of Celestia and the disappointment of Twilight’s mother at the same time. It made her shiver. “I see I have no choice but to discipline you all until I’m sure you will behave.”

“Wait!” Twilight cried. Trixie and Starlight still struggled, but it was useless. The hands of the nursery tightened their grip, and brought the trio to the center of the room.

So close. So, so close!

The door had been opened! It was further than they had ever got before. How had the nursery managed to thwart them? Had it’s code really internalized the notion to keep them here so much that just touching the door would cause it’s full attention to be directed toward them?

Had they really failed?

They were all brought to the floor, but not released. One hand on each of their legs held them down, firmly. No amount of fighting back would get them to move. All of Twilight’s strength didn’t even buy her an inch.

The nursery lined them up, flank to flank. Twilight and Trixie practically smushed Starlight between them.

Then a hand grabbed Trixie’s tail, lifting her plot skyward. She yelped, head forced downward. Starlight got the same treatment, resisting until the pull was too painful to bear.

Twilight got something different. Instead of her tail, the nursery grabbed her diaper by the seat. Padding bunched up by her marehood, but she didn’t have time to enjoy it. The nursery pulled up on the diaper, exposing her butt cheeks while giving her the biggest wedgie of her life.

“Hey!” Twilight squeaked, feeling her padding ride up against her. Her head was brought down was her plot was pointed towards the ceiling. The nursery held her like that, wedgie and all. “Stop that!”

Fifteen hands restrained them. That left just one free.

It appeared before them, twirling a paddle. The three mare’s collectively widened their eyes with fear.

“I don’t like having to do this,” the nursery said with cold rage. “But you naughty, naughty girls have left me no other choice.”

“Don’t do this!” Starlight cried out. Fear for her plot was well instilled in her. Sore cheeks could undoubtedly attest to that.

“You will not bring that thing anywhere near Trixie’s flanks!” Trixie shrilly barked. “Twilight, make it stop! Tell it no more!”

“P-Please…” Twilight shook. Her butt, as much as she tried to ignore it, was still dealing with a stiff ache from the many spanks she’d earned since being trapped here. The prospect of more… it tantalized her. Scared her. She wanted this. She didn’t want it.

Her marehood quivered in anticipation.

The paddle disappeared behind them. Their pleas had fallen on deaf ears. They were going to take their punishment whether they wanted it or not. As it vanished from view, Twilight found herself breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was quite for a moment. They tried looking behind to see it, but kept getting in each other’s way. They really could only wait. Wait in agnony, however long the nursery saw fit.

Just…

...wait…

...until...

CRACK!

“AH!” Trixie yelped. The first blow had been dealt, slapping against new territory.

“Bad girls!”

CRACK! WHACK!

Trixie cried out again. “S-Stop it!” Tears were blinking into her eyes. Was it because she was just not used to the spankings? Or were they really that bad this time around? Twilight gulped.

CRACK!

“Gah!” Starlight’s whole body lurched against her restraints. The wind from the paddle managed to ruffle Trixie’s tutu.

CRACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!

“Ah, ah, a-AH! Ouch!” Starlight whimpered as her plot was battered by the AI.

Twilight bit her lip with worry. Maybe it really was that bad this time around. Her marehood quivered, anticipating her spanks while being smothered in padding. She squirmed, trying to focus on something else, but it didn’t work. She was just too horny—

CRACK!

Twilight gasped. The sharp smack connected like a stick of dynamite going off.

Pain. It exploded against her cheeks. Her sore plot ignited with a deep and lasting sting. This was far harder than the nursery had ever spanked her before. It was mad. It was furious.

If this went on they’d all… “No, don’t—”

CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!

“Aahh! ...huh...huh… A-AH-aaah…” The paddle rained down a terrifying flurry of blows. Each strike reddened her bottom, but her marehood burned more. The hand hiked up her diaper wedgie even further for leverage and a moan escaped her lips.

WHACK! WHACK! CRACK!

“OoooUUuuuuh…” Twilight’s pleasured moans were too hard to fight back. The horrible stinging was so arousing, the wedgie continued to bunch up padding against her. She was edging ever closer to a new climax.

CRACK!

“Oww!” Starlight cried.

Oh come on, Twilight whined in her head. Her marehood pleaded for release. She was so jealous of Starlight right now.

WHACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK!

“No more!” Starlight whimpered. “P-Please!”

CRACK! WHACK!

“Ah! Ah!” cried a barely recovered Trixie. Her flanks were red, but somehow her face out-glowed them still.

CRACK! CRACK! WHACK CRACK! CRACK!

“Stop picking on Trixie!” Trixie sobbed. There was no holding back the tears for her anymore. They flowed faster with each smack of her plot. She redoubled her efforts to escape and, well… at least the way her tutu swished was kind of cute.

The nursery switched back to Starlight, then Twilight, then Starlight again, before finally giving Trixie some more attention. All three mares were completely at the AI’s mercy. Helpless to escape, helpless to reason with it. Though they tried both in equal measures, really all they could do was wait their next turn and accept their lashings.

Starlight was next to break down. Tears finally sprung from her eyes by about her fiftieth spank. She was a blubbering mess a few seconds later, tears in her eyes, snot dribbling from her nose.

Twilight tried to apologize again, but the words died in her throat. Her jaw was clenched so tightly that she doubted it would ever open again. But it was only partially from the pain. The other part was from how unbelievably horny she was getting.

CRACK! CRACK WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK!

The paddle was curving through the air as it struck. The vicious swings grew more sadistic as time went on. Twilight’s plot was getting so red that it might just stay that color for a while.

And she loved it.

CRACK!

“Yesss…” She moaned. Her marehood gushed into the padding, which still rode up against it from her wedgie. “Yesss…”

CRACK! WHACK!

How long had it been spanking just her? Was it even spanking her? Her plot could barely tell anymore. Everything just stung, in ways it never had before. Euphoria. Ecstasy. Words failed to capture the excitement in her stomach, the pounding of her heart. She wanted more.

She wanted to cum.

CRACK!

“Unf!” Twilight yelped. She shook her flanks up and down. Her marehood rubbed against the tight diaper wedgie.

WHACK!

“Oouf!” Sparks must have been flying, because that’s what it felt like. If only it would catch fire…

CRACK! Right down on her raised marehood, just with a layer of cushy padding in between.

“YES!” Twilight screamed. She was finally cumming.

Heat radiated out from crotch, the sensation spreading, rippling, as it overcame her. She shivered with pleasure, the thunderous spankings not slowing at all. Twilight got no respite… perfect.

“YES!” She screamed loudly, again. She never knew she could feel this good and this bad at the same time.

“Ugh!” Trixie feigned puking. “You are revolting!”

Twilight had forgotten all about Trixie and Starlight. Now, mid-orgasm, she could only stare in horror knowing they’d both witnessed her… episode. Was it wrong that this made her feel even better?

CRACK!

One last spank, the unlucky recipient being Starlight. She whimpered between the disgruntled ballerina and the cumming maid. Finally, the hand holding the paddle withdrew.

“Is it over?” Starlight asked.

Twilight finally started to come down from her high. The terajoules of energy flowing through her were expended. Now she only had pain, and shame.

“I-I-I-I…” She couldn’t form words. She looked away from Starlight’s worried face and Trixie’s angry glare.

“I want you girls to understand that mommy is not happy that she had to spank you all,” the nursery sternly snapped. It was tapping into Celestia at her most angry, no doubt.

Trixie managed to scoff through her tears. “Well somepony certainly was.” Twilight wanted to dissolve.

“But I’m not going to have anymore disobedient fillies, am I?” It asked. The crickets chirped. “AM I?”

“No!” Starlight gasped, shaking her head. “We’ll be good.”

“Promise!” Twilight croaked out.

Trixie nodded along, face already contorting back to worry. She looked up in fear of the paddle. “Trixie swears!”

“Good.”

The trio found themselves in the air once more, their mechanical nanny still wary about letting them go. Promise or no promise, they had shaken the machine’s trust in them, and wouldn’t be earning it back anytime soon.

“Now you’re going to be good little girls and go to sleep, understand?” The nursery asked.

Starlight and Trixie nodded. Of course they did, their rumps were still radiating red-hot pain and they couldn’t see the problem with going to bed right now. But Twilight could.

“Wait!” She shouted, weakly pulling at the hands holding her. They couldn’t be put to bed! The nursery would have all night for it’s slow-developing AI to process everything that happened. Come morning, it would be near perfect at balancing three fillies. They’d never escape!

“Twily, don’t fuss,” the AI sternly reprimanded. “Now, does anypony need a diapee change before we go night-night?”

All three were quiet. Twilight and Starlight had dealt with that particular issue already, and neither were eager to lie just to have the nursery poke about their already tender plots. Even if it would buy them some time, Twilight highly doubted any of them would be able to escape during a change.

She looked over at the girls, figuring they were thinking the same. Starlight seemed to be on her page, but Trixie… Trixie looked like she was straining to hold it all in. Her face was scrunched up in concentration, redder than her flanks by a wide margin. She was really struggling.

That’s right! Twilight realized. Trixie never used her diaper. Between the tea party and dinner, that probably amounted to a lot building up. How long had she been holding it just to avoid going in her diaper? Possibly hours, not to mention all throughout the spankings. But that meant…

“Trixie, use your diaper!” Twilight cried out.

“What?” Came a pained cry of indignation. Trixie glared at her. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will do no such thing!”

“If no filly needs a change then we can just go straight to beddie-bye.”

“Trixie, I’m serious!” Twilight insisted. “You won’t get a change until morning otherwise.”

“Then Trixie will hold it until morning when you finally let us leave!” Trixie declared. “She will not stoop to your level. Ever!”

“Trixie,” Starlight almost groaned. “Come on, you’ve been holding it all day.”

“Stop talking!” Trixie screamed. “The Great and Powerful Trixie will not use a diaper and that is final!”

Twilight wanted to protest further, but realized they were now above the crib. It really was too late. As she was lowered down onto the mattress, Twilight really, really hoped Trixie was able to hold it.

“Come now, Glim Glam.” The nursery started lowering Starlight next.

“Wait, it’s too small!” She protested.

Twilight had to agree. The crib had been designed just for her. Sure there was wiggle room, but not a lot.

The nursery didn’t seem bothered by this fact though. It stuffed Starlight down next to Twilight, her hindlegs right next to Twilight’s face. The two were crammed together, pressing against the bars of the crib. One of Twilight’s forelegs was stuck under Starlight’s poofy diaper, and she had a feeling it would be staying there.

“Isn’t there somewhere else we could sleep?” Starlight begged Twilight.

As best she could, she shook her head. She had back-ups and spares for a lot of smaller things in the nursery, but a crib? Why would she have ever thought to get more of those?

“Put Trixie down!” Came a demand from above.

Twilight looked up just in time to see Trixie lowered on top of her. “Wait!” She and Trixie were stomach to stomach, heads aligned perfectly with each other’s diapers.

crinkle crinkle

Trixie’s padded rear ended up right on Twilight’s face. The soft padding wrapped around her muzzle and chin, filling her nose with the scent of baby powder. A pink tutu filled what remained of Twilight’s vision.

“Mmph!” Twilight protested.

“Hey!” Starlight complained, finding herself even more smushed then before. Her fairy wings bent as they were forced into the bars.

“You will not hold Trixie in here!” Trixie screamed. She started to stand on top of Twilight, grabbing onto the rails of the crib.

“Uh-uh, Twixie.” Hands pushed her back down. “That’s a no-no.”

Trixie’s ears immediately flopped down, fearing the return of the paddle.

Hands continued to hold her down while more reached under the crib and unhooked something. Twilight groaned when she realized what it was.

A large plastic cover for the crib appeared into view. The hands holding Trixie slinked away while the lid was placed over their crib. As if that wasn’t enough, a padlock was brought out, securing their cell with maximum security.

“Ergh!” Trixie’s face scrunched up as she glared back at Twilight. “Tell it to stop!”

“Mmmph mrr!” Twilight replied. Trixie lifted her hindquarters up ever so slightly. “I can’t! I keep telling you I can’t control the AI, Trixie.”

“Hmmph!” She turned up her snout, and plopped her wounded rear back down on Twilight with a wince. “When will you stop lying?”

“Now you three be good girls tonight. Mommy doesn’t want a repeat of what just happened tomorrow, understand?”

Silence.

“Understand?” The nursery asked, forcefully.

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“Mmmph!”

“Good girls. Mommy loves you.” It made three kissing sounds. Then the remaining hands all returned to their respective holes. The lights of the nursery flicked off just a second later. It was officially naptime.

Waiting only a moment, Trixie immediately tried pushing the cover off of their crib. All her strength got her was a little wobble in the sturdy plastic.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Starlight moaned. She shifted. “My butt’s never going to be the same again.”

“Mmmhmm,” Twilight replied. Her own was a volcano-avalanche of pain. She’d need ice for weeks. Sitting down was a no-go for at least a month.

Assuming they ever escaped, that is. Fully stuck in the crib, they were helpless as the AI took it’s time improving and adapting to the new situation. Come morning it would be the perfect nanny, and them the perfect prisoners.

“Twilight, realistically, what are our odds of getting out of here?” Starlight asked, as if reading her mind.

“What are you asking her for?” Trixie griped. “You saw her when we were getting spanked. She got off on it for Celestia’s sake! What more proof do you need that she’s doing this to us on purpose?”

Twilight squirmed beneath her, but Trixie brought up her rear and smacked it back down, the poofy punch dazing Twilight for a moment.

“Trixie, be reasonable. Twilight doesn’t want to be here any more than we do. She’s been here since last night!”

“Yeah, because she’s a pervert! Trixie bets she likes being forced under Trixie’s Great and Poof-filled Posterior.”

Twilight blushed into the padding. She didn’t not like it… at least a little.

“That doesn’t mean this is what she wants. Nopony could live like this full time. And besides, if she did trap us here on purpose, why would she pick you to be stuck with?”

Trixie gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well you aren’t exactly the nicest pony to her,” Starlight retorted.

“Trixie gives this pervert Princess exactly the amount of niceness she deserves!” Another poofy smack to Twilight’s face. She almost moaned. So soon after it’s last release and her marehood was already tingling with excitement again. Was this heaven? “Trixie doesn’t understand how you keep defending her!”

Twilight couldn’t see what was happening over the diaper and the tutu, but she could hear tones getting increasingly strained. This was on the verge of being a friendship problem. She hoped and feared the map would send one of her friends down here to fix it.

“Because it’s not always about you!” Starlight fired back.

“Is too!” Trixie shouted. “In fact I—Grrgh!”

Twilight could feel Trixie’s thighs tighten against her head, like she was trying to hold something back. Her blue tail raised into the air, as the grunts became more strained.

“No, no, no!” Trixie begged.

Twilight realized what was about to happen. And she did nothing to try and stop it.

BLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRT!!!

“Nooooooooooooo!”

Trixie utterly lost control. For all her bluster, for all her desperation, she hadn’t been able to hold back forever. And now everything, her bladder and her bowels, were giving way.

Twilight heard it before she felt it. More wet farts escaped Trixie as she pooped herself. A subtle hiss filled in the remaining space, as pee rushed into her padding. The two sounds were a gross symphony celebrating the biggest accident of the day. It filled the deathly quiet of the nursery.

Twilight felt it before she saw it. Trixie’s muscles relaxing, even as they fought back, the way the padding expanded against her face, warming up as it did. The soggy sensation closer to her chin. The squishy sensation right on her snout. She wasn’t used to being on the other side of a soiled diaper, but there was no mistaking this sensation.

Twilight saw it before she smelled it. The padding noticeably bulged now. Even in the dim lighting it wasn’t hard to tell it was turning brown. The pure white padding was permanently stained, front and back. Even some of the yellow pee managed to mix in before the brown dominated everything about her view.

And then Twilight smelled it. The rancid, putrid odor. It should have taken it’s time permeating the room, but with her face so close time wasn’t an issue. Every rotten thing she’d ever had a whiff of couldn’t compare. Her own dirty diapers couldn’t compare. This powerful, pungent aroma was beyond her nose’s ability to categorize. It was a whole new level of stink.

She loved it.

“Mmmmm…” Twilight’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her hind legs tensed up and squeezed the padding between her legs. It forced her diaper to bunch up against her throbbing marehood. Nothing about today could’ve prepared her for this. Nothing about today compared to this.

“You can’t be serious!” Trixie weeped as her accident finally came to a close. It had left her with a smelly, squishy reminder of it, at least. “This can’t be happening to me!”

“Trixie, calm down,” Starlight said. “It’s okay—”

“It’s not okay!” Trixie screamed. “I just used my diaper! She made me use it!”

“Trixie that’s not—”

Trixie’s rear suddenly rose up, freeing Twilight. She almost whimpered as her smell heaven left her. But then it came thundering back down with a messy, squishy smack.

“It’s your fault!” Trixie screamed. “Get me out of this thing!”

“Mmmff!” Twilight cried. The dirty plot left her face once again. “Trixie, I told you—”

The poopy padding came smashing down again. “Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. NOW!” Trixie repeated the disgusting action with each word to punctuate her anger. And she didn’t stop.

“I can’t!” Twilight managed between smacks. Her marehood was going crazy. She felt like she was going to cum again. “I told you! We can’t get changed until morning.”

“Do. Something!” Trixie smushed and smushed her dirty diaper, crying from the pain, or the disgust, or both.

“Trixie, calm down. Just calm down.” Starlight maneuvered her hooves around her friend, hugging her tightly. Trixie stopped shoving her messy diaper in Twilight’s face, going rigid. “I’ve been where you are, okay? I know. I know how bad it feels. But we’ll get out of this, I promise you. We just have to wait for morning and then—”

“Morning?” Trixie whimpered. Her anger had given way to grief. “I-I can’t wait until then… I… it...”

“I know, I know…” Starlight whispered. “But you’ll make it, I know you will. You’re the Great and Powerful Trixie; nothing’s too much for you.”

Trixie just sniffled. She was really crying, Twilight realized.

It took awhile for Trixie to pull herself together. Sniffles seemed to be all she could muster for a long time. But then… “O-Okay. If you believe in me, then I— then Trixie can make it until morning.”

“And maybe you can take your butt off Twilight’s face while you’re at it?”

Mind your own business, Starlight! Twilight wanted to scream.

“No!” Trixie declared, slipping fully back into her persona. “If the Great and Powerful Trixie must weather this… this injustice, then the Gross and Perverted Twilight must as well.” She pressed her dirty diaper deeper into Twilight’s face, even though it made her shiver.

Starlight groaned. “Twilight, you gonna be okay like that?”

“Mmmhmm,” Twilight managed. She was going to be just fine.

“Well… okay then,” Starlight relented. “Then tomorrow, we all go out that door together.”

“A clean getaway!” Trixie declared.

Starlight managed a giggle. “Well, maybe not in your case.”

“Watch it!”

“Sorry.”

Twilight would have liked to join in on their banter, but she was sick to her stomach, and not from the smell. There was no way they’d be able to go out the door tomorrow. It had been impossible today, and that was before the AI had fully adapted to them. They stood no chance now! There wasn’t a single door in this whole nursery they’ll be able to get through.

And then, a light bulb lit up above her head as she realized that wasn’t quite true. She turned her head, letting Trixie’s diaper press firmly against her cheek while she looked across the room. To the two doors on the other wall.

One led to the bathroom, and there was nothing for them in there. But the other… the other just might be their saving grace. But that came with a lot of ifs…

If her hunch was correct.

If she could convince Starlight and Trixie.

If they could pull it off.

Then they might be able to escape. Not be leaving her fantasy, but by going in deeper.

Into the dungeon.