A Twist of Reality: Renewal

by scribe-feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance, Sex, Fetish, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance
Length: 13395

Twilight and her friends fail to save Equestria from a twisted reality of diaper wearing ponies. (ABDL, Adult Themes)

In a different reality, Twilight and her friends never find a cure for the twisted fate of Equestria. Stopped at a dead end in the back of a catacomb nursery, the group find themselves accepting this new, strange world of diaper wearing ponies.

(Do not continue reading if you do not approve of diaper usage, diaper transformation, or diaper lover themes. If you do not like it or are under legal age, please do not keep reading.)

Published 2018-02-21 21:50:18 UTC
Last updated 2018-06-07 18:38:13 UTC

Chapter One

Author's Note

DISCLAIMER: Do not continue reading if you do not approve of adult baby themes, diaper lover themes, or diaper usage. If you do not like it or are under legal age, please do not keep reading.

Please do not redistribute, alter, repost this story or anything else I write on this site or anyplace else without my permission.

This Story Contains:
Adult Baby Themes (Heavy)
Alternate Reality (Heavy)
Baby Paraphernalia (Heavy)
Diaper Lover Themes (Heavy)
Diaper Usage - Wet (Heavy)
Diapers (Heavy)
Heat/Estrus (Heavy)
Masturbation (Heavy)
Sexual Play (Heavy)
Dry Humping (Medium)
Diaper Usage - Mess (Medium)
Embarrassment (Medium)
Exhibitionism (Medium)
Plushification (Medium)
Pseudo-Potty Training (Medium)
Public Exposure (Medium)
Regression - Mental (Medium)
Sexual Toys (Medium)
Voyeurism (Medium)
Watersports (Medium)
Hyper Watersports (Light)
Orgies (Light)

Chapter One

The Padded Shapes of Nightmare
By Scribe Feather
✶✶Chapter One✶✶

Twilight sat there in the middle of the enchanted nursery, mouth hung open as she stared in utter disbelief. Stretching before her opened up a long stoney hallway, the perfect hiding place for a magical relic that would fix all this chaotic diaper stuff. Only much to the unicorn’s shock, the place was completely empty, containing only an empty display stand at its center.

“It’s gone,” she muttered to herself, “how could it be gone...?”

She just couldn’t believe it. Sitting in the middle of a large nursery that was once the large catacomb found deep under Canterlot, Twilight felt the last bit of her normality slip away. Her mouth hung open as she just stared at the empty hall. Gone. Whatever she and her friends came here for was gone. Tears began to well up in her eyes as crying seemed to be the only thing the confused and baffled unicorn could do.

Meanwhile her friends around her continued to be part of the chaos in the nursery, falling victim to their own unique fates in the various corners of the room. Pinkie continued to have her diaper changed over and over again by the large stone golem that guarded the chamber. Applejack and Rainbow Dash continued their childish competitions to see who was better potty trained. Fluttershy grinded away at the soft stuffed animals that surrounded her, each one eagerly awaiting their fate. Rarity busied herself with playing dress up with an ever expanding wardrobe. Each one of them remained completely unaware of the strangeness of their new reality. Even as the world began to solidify in its new, twisted state, such drastic changes remained unnoticed by its denizens.

Moments later, Princess Celestia entered the scene with her head held high and dressed in only a thick, frilly diaper and a pink diaper attached to her crown like some sort of headdress. She wore a familiar, regal smile as she walked with patient grace into the catacombs. She remained unphased by the strangely brightly painted stone walls or the lingering stench of fresh linen and baby powder. All was normal for the princess and nothing was out of place.

She first spotted Pinkie Pie who was still stuck on the table with the huge stone golem changing her diapers. A large pile of yellow diapers sat beside the changing table, each one saturated well beyond their limits of absorption. The golem continued grinding away, changing Pinkie’s diaper the moment she got it full enough.

“Hi Princess Celestia!” Pinkie called out with a big smile as she finished up using yet another diaper. Her words only quivered a tiny bit as she expelled a rapidly filling bladder’s worth of urine into her diaper, sighing with relief once she finished.

Celestia closed the gap between the two, smiling softly down at the urine soaked changing table. The plastic padded top of the table had become shiny and slick as dozens of dribbling diapers left their mark all over the furnishing. She hardly batted an eye at the strong stink. “Hello again, Pinkie Pie. I see you’ve made a new friend down here.” She nodded acceptingly to the large stone golem who towered over her, but hardly broke away from its endless diaper changing.

“Yep! When we came in here lookin’ around Stony came up and offered to change my diaper!” Pinkie smiled up at the golem, but the stone being didn’t react, simply rolling up her old diaper and sliding a fresh one underneath. “He’s really good at it!”

“What could you girls possibly need down here?” Celestia asked as she examined the cold stone walled room, “we have nurseries in the castle.”

Pinkie opened her mouth to answer what she initially thought was an easy question. “Well yeah, but we were down here because...” Only the answer didn’t come as simply as she would have hoped, “b...because...” Suddenly she couldn’t remember a thing.

As she racked her brain for the answer, her bladder loudly sprayed into the waiting diaper. Just before the golem could finish taping up the new one, Pinkie had already soaked it.

Princess Celestia knew the answer right away and smiled, “because after going through so many diapers, you wanted your own caretaker to be around to change you!”

Pinkie’s concentration fell to the wayside when she heard Celestia’s suggestion. It was a brief distraction, but just enough to make her deep thought disappear. Suddenly the princess’s suggestion seemed so believable. “I...guess that’s it...” Pinkie answered, her lower half being lifted into the air as yet another soaked diaper was removed from under her.

“Well then it seems that you’ve found the perfect pony for the job,” the white alicorn smiled, motioning towards the golem. “Ah, but Stony might be more useful after we make a few adjustments.” Celestia’s horn glowed for a second, masking the golem in a bright, yellow light.

The light made the golem glow, enveloping it in a blindingly white flare. The ball of light pulsed before shrinking to half its size. Inside the spherical casing of light a magical metamorphosis was occurring, transforming the golem into something new. When the light finally dissipated it left a bright white earth pony with a silver mane. The pony’s features now had a soft curve to them, heavily contrasting the jagged cut edges of the golem’s stoney shape. In fact, the pony seemed completely different from the stone golem save for its piercingly blue eyes that resembled the golem’s gemstones.

“For a more travel sized diaper changer,” Celestia added, presenting the newly transformed pony like a prize.

Pinkie was beside herself in disbelief. She looked up from her spot on the changing table at her newly formed caretaker. “Stony? Is that really you?”

The white pony remained mute, barely making a different expression to reflect his mood. He just looked at the pink pony, apparently recognizing the name as his own now.

“Why yes, this is Stony through and through,” Celestia started, “he will be there to change you whenever you need it. And since you can be quite the piddle pony, I think you’ll like what else your little friend can do.”

The golem pony blinked for a moment before walking over to a urine puddle on the floor. When he placed a hoof into the liquid, his white coat soaked it up, causing some of the yellow coloration to leech into it like a sponge. Once absorbed the moisture remained trapped in his hoof with neither a drop or dribble falling from it.

Pinkie’s eyes lit up and her mouth hung open. In her absolute astonishment she even failed to notice her newest diaper had begun to leak over the edges of the changing table. “And his WHOLE body can do that?”

“But of course,” Celestia answered, “his legs, his body, his head,” she continued rather proud of her work, “everything is absorbent and will dry back to normal a few hours after use.”

“He’s perfect!” Pinkie cheered, hopping up in place, causing a smattering of urine to dribble out of her soaked diaper.

“Now why don’t you take your new friend up to the castle and show him around,” Celestia suggestion, magically lifting Pinkie off the changing table, ”its too nice of a day to be cooped up down here in the dark.” Celestia gave the two ponies soft pats on the head, “I’ll be up in a little bit with your friends.”

“Sounds like a party!” Pinkie squealed, hopping up onto Stony’s back. She landed with a padded thump as her diaper squished against the stallion’s back. Any urine that leaked out of her overflowing diaper was quickly soaked into the stallion’s coat, leaving a faint yellow stain around the area.

Stony was emotionless through the whole thing, loyally taking Pinkie’s padded weight like a champ. He seemed to retain his golem strength despite now being mostly made up of soft diaper padding.

“What are we waiting for, Stony!?” she loudly exclaimed, nudging Stony’s padded sides with a kick of her heels. “Let’s go!” And with that said the two were off, Stony galloped out of the room making rustling sounds like a diaper with every move he made.

Celestia chuckled at the happy pony as she ran off with her new friend. After adjusting her new headdress, she walked deeper into the catacombs and into the nursery proper. Immediately the scents of the nursery intensified, hitting the princess with smells of lavender and old diapers. She scanned the room, eyeing the group of ponies who lied scattered across the area while being involved in various activities. An otherwise absurd and shocking sight for a normal pony, but Celestia took it all in plainly, casually walking through the room like it was an everyday occurance.

The closest of the ponies was Fluttershy, who was much too involved in her lewd playtime with the piles of plushies to take notice of Celestia walking up to her. The yellow pony grinded her slick diaper against a dog plushie, moaning and whimpering between humps. Occasionally she would pause, only to grunt or sigh filling up her diaper a little more. The squishy back of her stinky diaper seemed to only entice the pony to change to another plushie and grind against it for a little bit.

A rough circle of sentient plushies stood around the sex crazed pony as she had her fun. Despite having stitched on smiles and unmoving black bead eyes, the plushies seemed to enjoy the sight, waiting patiently for their turn with the diapered Fluttershy.

When Celestia finally caught up with the yellow pegasus, she was taking a break from her endless grinding, panting on top of a large rabbit plushie as beads of sweat soaked into the big stuffed animal. A diaper filled with a lumpy mess and slick juices bellowed grossly between her legs.

“Aww, you were having fun with your plushies?” Celestia smiled, “well we certainly can’t let you play down here in a dingy nursery like this.” The plushies around them nodded in agreement, each one drawing the conclusion that playing outside the nursery would be much more fun. “Why don’t you pick out some of your favorites and head on upstairs. There’s plenty of room up there for you to have fun with your new fluffy friends.”

Fluttershy gasped happily before grabbing the large rabbit plushie out from under her. She gave the plushie a big squeeze before waddling off. A handful of other plushies followed her out, walking in a single file line. It was like a tiny parade out of the nursery, with Fluttershy’s sagging diaper leading the way.

Celestia chuckled at the adorable sight and watched to make sure the group left the room safely before continuing on her way. Her eyes lingered especially on Fluttershy’s diaper that so cutely sagged behind her as she trotted out of the room with her fluffy friends.

Next up in her travels were Rainbow Dash and Applejack who were still in the midst of their overly competitive potty training. The two diapered ponies had spent the entire time fighting over the single training potty that sat between them, yelling at each other and calling each other the meanest insults their toddler minds could think of. Quite often when one did manage to win a spot on the plastic potty, they wouldn’t even bother taking off their diaper before showing the other just how better they were at using the potty like a big pony.

“Baby!” Applejack yelled, trying her hardest to push Dash off of the potty.

“You’re a baby!” Rainbow Dash so cleverly responded, pushing back at the other pony.

“You’re a BIGGER baby!” Applejack screamed back.

“Girls, girls, now settle down,” Celestia slowly waved a hoof, “neither of you are babies.”

“Then how come we got no suns on our potty charts?!” Applejack huffed. She held up her chart with a big pouty face. The piece of paper kept track of a month’s worth of failed potty attempts with each day marked with a storm cloud or raindrop. Rainbow Dash had her own potty training chart with similar results, though she would claim that she was more potty trained because she managed to make it to the potty today. And the fact that her diaper was thoroughly used was completely missed by the cyan pegasus.

“Oh Applejack. You don’t need sun stickers to show how good you are. You use your diapers and that’s all that matters.” Celestia gave the pony a pat on the head. That seemed to make Applejack smile with pride.

“But I use my diapers DOUBLY!” Dash swooped in between the two, practically pushing Applejack aside with her swollen diaper.

“You both try so hard,” Celestia assured, “I think both deserve a star sticker on your potty charts for trying so hard.”

“A star!?” Applejack and Dash exclaimed with the biggest smiles.

“Yes, but only if you can get back up to the castle together,” Celestia smiled, “and I want to see the fullest, biggest, most well used diapers around your waists when I get up there.”

The two ponies practically tackled each other as they dashed for the nursery exit. Celestia watched their diapered rumps waddle off into the distance, disappearing past the hallway. They ran with such excited energy with their legs hardly able to keep up with them.

Celestia chuckled to herself and shook her head in such a motherly way. It was only a matter of time before the competitive pair of ponies went back to their old ways, yelling and clambering for every opportunity to prove they were more grown up than the other. Probably cause quite the ruckus for everypony around them too.

She turned her attention back to the nursery, scanning the room for her next mark. A pouty Rarity came waddling into view. A big, fluffy pink dress ballooned around her waist, covering her body in ruffled layers. A large, pointy princess hat stood on her head as she sat there feeling down in the dumps. She let out big, audible huffs every so often. Attention grabbing sounds of displeasure she had hoped somepony else would hear.

“Oh my! What a pretty dress, Rarity,” Celestia chimed in, fawning over the outfit like an encouraging mother.

“I guess so,” the white unicorn huffed, “but it’s still not quite right. I need to keep looking.”

Scattered around the unicorn were a number of outfits all thrown into sloppy piles on the floor. Onesies and dresses, costumes and coveralls all laid discarded after a brief moment when Rarity tried them on. Hundreds of outfits she had gone through in such a short amount of time and none of them seemed to be quite right.

“You know, I heard Princess Cadance is looking for somepony to help her pick out the perfect dress,” Celestia started, “says that every dress she tries on ‘just doesn’t look right’ too.” Rarity raised her head, the mention of dresses catching her attention. Celestia continued, “I want you to help her. You’ll have an entire kingdom of crystal ponies to try your dresses on. Hundreds of ponies to choose from!”

“You really think I’d do well?”

“I couldn’t think of a better pony,” Celestia happily answered, “the crystal ponies might even enjoy your used diaper fashion line as well!”

That made Rarity’s eyes light up, “oh yes! I could show them some true Ponyville culture with my latest project!” Already her mind swarmed with ideas she wanted to try out. And with the promise of a whole city’s worth of ponies to try stuff on, she had a seemingly endless supply of test models.

“I’m sure they’ll just love it,” Celestia answered.

Rarity beamed, struck with new found artistic drive and passion. She happily trotted out of the nursery with her chin held high. A rack of dresses came floating out with her as well as a diaper pail filled to the brim with used diapers. Raw materials for her clothing project. Celestia waited at the side as Rarity’s caravan of fashion supplies rolled out of the room. She smiled at the opportunistic pony and waved an encouraging hoof as she departed.

Last, but not least, Twilight Sparkle remained in the nursery, sitting off to the side next to a row of cribs. Tears streaked down the pony’s face as sniffles and sobs could be heard echoing in the quiet room.

“Twilight?” Celestia walked in beside the diapered pony, “Twilight, what’s wrong?”

The purple unicorn sniffed and turned to face her mentor. She wiped some moisture out of her red eyes before answering, “I...uhm...I don’t remember...” She was crying for so long she had completely forgotten why she started to in the first place.

“Don’t remember?” Celestia answered with a concerned tilt of her head, “so you’re sitting here crying about nothing?”

Twilight paused, already she could feel her tears begin to dry up, “I guess so...”

“Well we can’t have that,” Celestia said as she wiped a tear off of Twilight’s cheek, “why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll change your diaper.”

That seemed to catch Twilight’s interest. The purple pony pulled herself off the ground, her well used diaper sagging grossly between her legs. She wiped the few last remaining tears out of her eyes. “Can I have the one you’re wearing now?!”

Celestia looked down between her legs. Her diaper was almost completely soaked and tinted yellow from front to back. She had been putting off her own diaper change for awhile now, seeing her princessly duties were more important at that moment. “Well,” she knew her answer right away, but she wanted to tease Twilight a bit. “I don’t know...”

“Please, Princess Celestia! Please!” Twilight was now on her knees begging, grabbing one of the white alicorn’s front hooves. “I want to wear your warm, squishy diaper! Please!”

Celestia smirked, she couldn’t say no to a face like that. Her horn glowed a mystic yellow as her diaper and Twilight’s started to glow as well. The diapers were effortlessly untaped and slipped off of their waists. In one aerial dance, the two garments floated through the air, switching places with one another. Celestia’s soggy diaper looped around Twilight’s waist, taping itself around her snuggly with expert precision.

Twilight wore the biggest smile as she felt Celestia’s warm diaper press against her. The diaper was thoroughly used and would likely need a change once Twilight went back up to the castle. “Mmh! Thank you, Princess Celestia! Thank you!” The excited pony swooped in for a big hug, squeezing Celestia’s leg tightly with a smile.

Celestia chuckled softly as she carefully slipped Twilight’s diaper around her own waist. The diaper felt clammy and cool once taped on. It seemed that her pupil didn’t wet it as much as she wet hers. “Oh you’re quite welcome, Twilight. You’ve earned it.”

She then suddenly felt plastic rustling rubbing against her leg. Peering down she saw Twilight rubbing against her with her eyes closed. The naughty purple pony was humping her mentor’s leg.

“M-mph! Your diaper feels so good,” Twilight murmured as she panted. She had grown energized by the scent of her mentor’s diaper, even more excited seeing Celestia there with her. “I-I wanna wear your diaper forever!”

“Oh don’t worry, Twilight. There’ll be plenty of time for that,” Celestia chuckled as her horn began to glow. “But first,” Celestia began to say, lifting Twilight up as she humped empty air, “let us get out of this dingy place. All your friends are waiting upstairs.”

Twilight moaned, dry humping the air a couple times as her soaked diaper just barely stayed in place around her waist. “Okay...” she answered, only briefly holding off her pelvic thrusting for a moment, “can I ride on your back?”

“Oh I guess you’ve been well behaved. Sure,” Celestia chuckled as she floated Twilight over onto her back. Twilight’s diaper squelched loudly against her, becoming dangerously close to leaking out onto Celestia. The risk of springing a leak however didn’t concern the purple unicorn as she quickly slipped back into humping not moments later.

“S-so w-warm!” Twilight groaned, leaning in close to Celestia’s back. Her overly saturated diaper molded around the princess’s back, keeping Twilight in place as she slid the crinkly plastic up and down her length.

“Oh yes, we’re gonna need a diaper change very very soon,” Celestia chuckled with her motherly tone of voice. She pivoted on a hoof and began trotting out of the room. Her jaunty stride inadvertently bounced her passenger, driving Twilight wide with each bounce she had in her step.

Every so often Celestia’s bouncy walk caused her old diaper to dribble onto her back, soaking into her coat and cooling the fur around Twilight. What the purple unicorn didn’t rub against with her warm and soaked diaper became chilly in the dank cave air.

“And a bath,” Celestia added, “the both of us.” But Twilight didn’t hear a word of it, she was much too busy moaning and panting, carelessly slapping her soaked diaper front against Celestia.

And with that the last inhabitants of the enchanted nursery left, leaving behind discarded clothes, toys scattered across the floor, and of course a fair amount of diapers, both used and new. The condition of the catacomb nursery foreshadowed the inevitable fate of Equestria itself that even now sank deeper into the diaper obsessed reality that had taken shape.

Chapter Two

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Chapter Three

The Padded Shapes of Nightmare
By Scribe Feather
✶✶Chapter Three✶✶

Among the otherwise typical things happening around the Crystal Castle, Rarity was being escorted by a guard into the deeper halls of the palace. Diapers littered the floor around them as the two ponies trekked through the various halls that snaked through the castle. Childish giggling echoed through the rooms as the play of mentally regressed ponies could be heard.

Everywhere they looked, the old goings on in the castle were distorted into discourse. Royal chefs were caught with the overwhelming urge to use their diapers while carrying crates of food from the basement cellars. Maids had very little time to clean when they were busy grinding against anypony they could find. Scribes and record keepers struggled to find a clean piece of paper amongst the urine puddles they made everywhere they went. Everypony Rarity and her escort passed, according to Rarity, were scandalously drab in their outfits. Something that would need a serious overhaul with the princess’s approval. Even the guards lacked a certain pazazz. They all wore the same crystal armor with boring white diapers between their legs. Absolutely boring. Her expertise was needed more than she thought.

“The Princess is waiting inside,” the armored guard said when they finally reached a door, gesturing towards it with a hoof. A subtle swelling of his diaper went amiss by the guard as he remained straight faced and disciplined.

“Lovely, thank you so much,” Rarity smiled, patting the guard on the head before heading into the room. The guard couldn’t help but smile meekly at the praise. The pats stirred a cute little swell of pride in his chest. He would likely brag to his fellow guards about it, talking fondly of it like a vulnerable toddler.

In with her, Rarity pulled a couple metal clothing racks on wheels filled with prototypes and newly released outfits. Her selection was cherry picked by the fashionable pony herself, a fine and classy example of her best work.

A whiff of warm air brushed past the white unicorn as she entered what appeared to have once been a spacious reading room. Naturally lit with tall windows, it seemed like it use to provide a lovely spot for ponies to snuggle with a good book. For Rarity however, she was here on business and she had the inventory to prove it.

The room contained a few sets of bookshelves as well as a large lounging area filled with pillows and cushion that provided the ideal location for some cozy reading. Lecterns and tall crystaline candleholders were also present for those who prefered reading their books while standing. All these items, however, were all pushed aside into a corner somewhere to give its inhabitants plenty of activity space to walk or waddle around in. In its current state, taking into consideration the colorful playmat on the floor, the discarded baby toys, and lingering scent of baby powder, it resembled more of a makeshift nursery or play area.

Among the oddly infantile items was Princess Cadance who greeted the new pony with open arms. Her diaper had gotten rather soggy in her wait, wafting a lingering stench of old urine with her. “Rarity! How wonderful to see you,” she chimed. The friendly alicorn pulled Rarity into a big hug, happily squeezing her tight.

“W-wonderful to see you too...your highness,” Rarity answered, doing her best to uphold her professional act.

“Sweetie, it’s just the three of us,” Cadance chuckled, “Just Cadance will do fine.”

Rarity took pause. “...Three of us?”

“Oh how silly of me to forget,” Cadance chuckled as her horn began to glow. Across the room, in a dimly lit corner glowed the end of a long, light blue baby leash. “Come along, Shiny,” she called out, giving the leash a little tug.

Out from the shadows came a very overly pampered Shining Armor, wearing a blue leather harness around his midsection. A big blue pacifier hung in his mouth as he passively gave it a few sucks while he journeyed onward with a wide toddler-eske wobble. He was dressed in a plain white onesie that hugged his big, burly form so well. A thick diaper bulged out his lower half, held in place by tight, plastic snaps along the onesie’s crotch.

He waddled his way across the room, legs vastly spread out by the bulk of his diaper. A childish giggle slipped past his pacifer as he nuzzled into his wife. Cadance took the affection in stride, tickling the stallion under his chin. “Shining Armor here has been so excited for his little fashion show, hasn’t he!”

Shining gladly took the whole treatment, smiling big at the little chin tickles. He looked over the wide selection of clothes that hung behind Rarity and grew noticeably more excited at the sheer possibilities.

Rarity was just as excited. It was such a unique opportunity to be a royal tailor, especially for ponies so regal as the Crystal Royal Family. Shining Armor, even dressed like a giant foal, was among Equestria’s most attractive stallions, and Rarity was enchanted by his looks alone.

“Well I’ve brought you some of my FINEST pieces,” Rarity began the pitch, directing most of her attention to Shining. She pulled a long rack of clothes into view, spreading out the various clothes hung on hangers in a theatrical fashion. Even a couple diapers, soaked through with urine and hung open among the other clothes were presented with such high esteem by the white unicorn. ”The true cream of the crop of my new clothing line!”

Shining just stood there in a state that Rarity just assumed was his thinking face. To the mare, Shining just looked like someone who was putting some real thought into what he wanted. His pacifier sucks even slowed to the occasional as he committed such brain power to this deep thought. A true connoisseur to Crystal Kingdom fashion, Rarity assumed.

Only, such assumptions fell to the wayside when a loud gurgling cut through the stillness of the room. Shining’s so called thinking face morphed into a big goofy smile of satisfaction as his back legs ever so slightly bowed out. His once fresh diaper filled quickly with a torrent of warm urine as the onesie bulged out to accommodate the heavy bulk that grew behind him. He stood there for a good long while, eyes dazed and mouth hanging open as the room filled with the sound of gurgling liquid.

Shining Armor let out a breathy sigh once the hissing concluded, followed by a childish giggle. “Ahh, pee pee,” the grown stallion mumbled in a happy daze behind his pacifier. Rarity felt her salespony smile drop.

“Oh don’t bother, my Shiny’s not much of a conversationalist these days,” Cadance came in and tugged Shining’s head over to her caressing hooves. “My little diaper butt just likes babbling like a widdle foal, huh?” Cadance cooed, tickling Shiny’s chin with a hoof, causing the grown stallion to giggled and squirm. He haphazardly wiggled his big rump around, nearly knocking Rarity off her feet, but neither Cadance or Shining seemed to notice. “Let’s start with something frilly. I want to see how my little Shiny looks in pink.”

Rarity took a moment or two to react as her mind had to switch gears. No longer was she pitching designs to a dashing stallion who was eager to try out her best. She was brainstorming ideas for a mother and her overgrown foal.

“Something...frilly,” Rarity parroted as she turned to her supplies and scanned the various piles, “got it.”

She scanned the clothing racks and sorted through the hung clothes for a good starting point. Admittingly her current stock was leaning towards the masculine side with cool colored onesies and stylish coveralls dominated the selection. She even had a few formal wear pieces just in case. She had to search rather hard to find a fitting starting point for Cadance’s frilly request.

“Perhaps something like this?” Rarity finally said, pulling a dress out from the far right section of the rack. Much to Rarity’s luck, it was just about the right size to fit Shining Armor. It was a half finished babydoll pettiskirt made of a soft pink, form fitting fabric. The base of the outfit bloomed out with a mound of layered ruffles made up of pretty shades of pinks, purples, and blues. There were a few patches of fabric that were slightly off color, along with some placeholder pins to hold everything in place, but Rarity had planned on going back and replacing those once she had time.

“Hmm, not bad,” Cadance answered with a tap of her chin, “but it might need a few adjustments first.”

“Adjustments?” Rarity answered.

“A few frills around the back. And maybe a nice lace border,” Cadance prodded at the outfit, running her hoof through the ruffled base, “I’ll be able to see it better when Shiny’s wearing it.”

It was then that the two mares turned to Shining Armor, who had spent this whole time drooling over his pacifier and getting his lower muzzle matted with wetness. He hardly heard a word the two ponies were saying. The conversation didn’t hold his interest in the slightest.

“Alright so...Shiny?” Rarity began, floating a cloud of sewing supplies overhead. She stumbled on her words a tiny bit as she tried to figure out the best way to approach the situation.

Was she expected to treat Shining Armor like a child and guide him step by step as such? Was she supposed to consult Cadance before she did anything to get her approval first? For this sort of situation, she had to keep on her toes. Her professional reputation was at stake.

“Please uhm...step right over here,” Rarity presented a spot in the center of the room where the lighting was at its best. The perfect location for measuring and fitting.

Only Shining didn’t respond. He heard the orders perfectly and knew just how to follow them, but he just didn’t feel like walking all the way over there to stand for whatever Rarity had planned. He was perfectly content spacing out where he stood, idly sucking on his pacifier. It was Cadance who ended up breaking him from his dazed spot, guiding him by the hoof over to Rarity’s workspace.

“Now I want you to behave yourself and be a good boy for Miss Rarity,” Cadance spoke to her husband like a child and he was more than happy to respond as such.

“Yes momma,” the stallion nodded.

“That’s a good boy,” Cadance cooed, giving him a congratulatory pat between his legs, shamelessly teasing his cock that tented his soggy diaper out.

With a big, eager smile, Shining stood at attention, stiff as a board, proudly showing his mommy just how well behaved he could be. How long he could keep this up, however, was up to debate.

Rarity stepped forward with her measuring tape and went right to work. She began by weaving the yellow tape around Shining’s body, scribbling down measurements on a piece of paper that floated by her head. The tape snaked all over the stallion’s body, plotting out his waist, neck, and legs. As a personal habit, Rarity would always measure these locations twice, ensuring an accurate record.

Shining mostly behaved himself during all this measuring. He would squirm a tiny bit and giggle behind his pacifier whenever the measuring tape brushed against a ticklish part of his body. Rarity worried he might burst into a giggle fit when she wrapped the tape around his midsection, tickling his sensitive, soft tummy. Every measurement she took was like defusing a big toddler sized bomb and she had to take a collective breath of air anytime she successfully measured out an area.

Meanwhile, Cadance lounged about among the pillows and cushions off to the side of the room. She passed the time by browsing a book she snatched from the shelves. It was a brightly colored picture book that probably had some story in it as well, but she didn’t bother with it. she just liked looking at the pictures. Occasionally she would look up from her spot and check Rarity’s progress only to go back to her reading.

After a fair bit of adjustments, the dress was finally ready to be put on. Bits of fabric had to be added into the design to meet Shining’s size requirements, making it look more like a patchwork quilt than a dress. Its seams were fragile at this state, but with careful hooves, Rarity was able to guide Shining into the outfit with only a few popped stitches to fix.

It was quite a feat dressing the stallion. Shining seemed to squirm the most as the dress was put on him, coming dangerously close to ripping a seam wide open with his childish fidgeting. Rarity had to practically fight with him to get him to poke his head and forehooves through the top part of the dress, an otherwise simple task made almost impossible.

It didn’t take long for Rarity to reach the end of her wits with the stallion. He proved to be a rather difficult client. She had more luck keeping actual children still better than she could Shiny. The stallion could hardly stand in one position long enough before fidgeting, squirming, or taking a few steps off to the side somewhere for no reason whatsoever. He was easily distracted, hard to control, and seemed to be unaware of the added bulk that his diaper added, making him clumsy. He would frequently bump Rarity in the face with his diapered rump, making the unicorn let out a bothered huff each time it happened.

After doing quite a bit of measuring, and all too often re-remeasuring, Rarity was reaching her breaking point. The little adjustments the stallion made, the numerous times she had to guide him back into position after wandering, all of it began snowballing into a frustration that made Rarity’s eye twitch and her huffs become even more frequent.

“P-please! Stand still...” was all Rarity could manage, trying her best not to completely lose it with her client. Professionalism was top priority afterall.

In a miraculous moment of clarity, Shining suddenly froze. At first Rarity thought her words actually got through to him. Only as she would quickly find out, that was not the case.

A lowly moan came from the unusually still stallion as his head lowered to the ground. Without warning to his tailor, Shining began huffing and pushing out a sizable mess into his already soggy diaper. The load pushed out the back of the crinking garment, messing up any temporary seams that Rarity might have set in place around his backend.

Messy diapers were not an uncommon occurrence in this new reality, but doing it in front of a pony who was so carefully trying to measure out an outfit certainly came off as rude. The added bulk to the diaper threw everything off for Rarity, forcing her to make a hundred different adjustments to accommodate the now messy diaper. Inseams needed to be reinforced, stitchings needed to be straightened out. Her work load had just doubled with a single infantile act.

Once he was done soiling himself, Shining stood uncharacteristically still. He wore a goofy smile on his face, quite happy with his babyish decision. Likely recovering from making such a hefty mess in his diaper, the stallion gave Rarity precious minutes of uninterrupted work. For a moment, she actually thought she’d get something done.

Of course, like many times before, Shining’s stillness did not last. Once the big foal recovered from a satisfying voiding of his bowels, he was back to his old tricks, this time with the added bulk and stink of his heavily used diaper. Now he’d interfere by attempting to touch the lumpy back of his diaper, craving that tactile sensation to confirm his dirty deed. Rarity would have to constantly tap his hoof out of the way of her measuring tape or threading needle.

After many many failed attempts at touching his full diaper, Shining finally broke away from Rarity’s work area and waddled off to the one pony who he knew would help him. If he couldn’t touch his diaper for reasons his little mind couldn’t comprehend, than maybe mommy could.

Rarity’s mouth hung open in disbelief as the stallion just walked away from his fitting. A half made dress hung on his body as he waddled off to Cadance who had made herself comfortable in the bed of reading cushions.

“Are we done playing dress up, sweetie?” Cadance cooed, rubbing Shining’s chin. Judging by the open seams, the non matching fabric, and the loose bits of thread that dangled off of him, it was very obvious to Rarity that they were nowhere near finished. “Oh what’s the matter?” Cadance started again, this time dipping her hoof deep underneath the stallion’s underside, grabbing at his sagging diaper front. Her hoof sank deep into the saturated gels of the diaper, producing a very audible squish from the massive thing. Shining groaned and leaned into his wife’s touch, his aching stallionhood straining against her touch. “Ooooh, does Shiny wanna make stickies? Does he wanna make stickies for mommy?!”

Shining happily hopped in place, nuzzling into his wife with a childish giggle. His diapered rump wagged with anticipation as he shamelessly grinded his crotch against Cadance’s touch. “Yes momma!”

“Would you mind it if Shiny borrowed your diaper?” Cadance asked Rarity rather abruptly, “my little stallion enjoys playing with one as he makes stickies.”

Rarity did everything in her power not to snap at the princess on the spot. How could Cadance possibly be thinking about playtime when they were hardly finished with Shining’s outfit? To take it all off now would undo hours of hard work, forcing her to practically start from scratch. She was going to put her foot down. No way was she going to let Cadance waste her time like this!

Only, her answer never came and her hoof was never put down. Before she could do any of that, she felt her own diaper magically loosen itself from her waist. In an act of assuming the answer would be yes anyway, Cadance was already pulling her diaper off, floating it over to her husband without even looking up at Rarity.

“Here you go, sweetie,” Cadance cooed, floating the yellow diaper down to the ground before Shiny. The eager stallion happily crouched and shoved his muzzle into the urine soaked padding, sniffing and snorting as his forehooves rubbing furiously into his tenting diaper. Rarity noted the lack of ‘please and thank you’s’ exchanged by the stallion as he just grabbed the diaper for himself. A mark of a true spoiled brat. “He’ll just be a minute,” Cadance so casually stated.

Rarity was stunned by Cadance’s forwardness. She stood there frozen in bewilderment, left alone as the other two ponies went off to do their own thing. For the moment she was left alone with only the cold breeze on her moist backside to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Shining was in heaven. Now he was free to squish and squelch every inch of his messy and wet diaper, fueling his throbbing cock further. His forehooves went right to work at doing just that, dancing around the swollen thing like his life depended on it. He didn’t hesitate to pressing the lumpy mess in the back of his diaper against his butt, molding the muck around with loud moans. Between rubs he would press his muzzle into Rarity’s urine soaked diaper, panting into the yellow gels as his arousal burned even brighter.

He kicked away the dress ruffles that got in his way as he pressed and rubbed the diaper all over. Carefully placed safety pins and sewing needles that Rarity had threaded into the new outfit for adjustments were pulled apart with hopeless abandon. Delicate seams ripped open as the horny stallion squirmed about and groped his diaper. His hoof dug deep into the fancy fabrics, rubbing carelessly into the mess of material that had the misfortune of getting in between him and his heavily soiled diaper.

As Shining played his horny games, Rarity just stared in utter disbelief. It felt as if in one fell swoop, an otherwise ordinary tailor fitting was turned into a nursery madhouse where the inmate ruled the asylum. The fact that Cadance allowed all this to happen was absolutely baffling.

Amidst her open mouthed shock, Rarity suddenly felt her body being lifted up into the air, glowing with Cadance’s magic. She floated over to an empty part of the floor, flipped over onto her back for an unexpected diaper change. Cadance didn’t ask for permission, she hardly saw a reason for it. Instead she had Rarity on her back, legs hiked up high with a diaper already sliding its way under the unicorn’s rump.

“Can’t have you running around naked, now can we?” Cadance chuckled as she retrieved a tub of nursery scented wipes. Six moist wipes popped out of the plastic container, floating up into the air like paper thin birds. One by one they swooped in and cleaned Rarity’s diaper area, each one wiping away a little bit more of the faint urine scent that clung to her lower half.

Rarity spent the beginning of the diaper change scowling at Shining who continued to squirm out of the corner of her eye. She watched in frustration as the stallion carelessly ripped apart the dress to get to his diaper, ruining all that hard work. It was tough for the irked unicorn to focus on anything else, even as Cadance changed her into a dry diaper.

This angry stare however was suddenly stopped when she felt one of the cold wipes brush across her pussy. Her thighs instinctively twitched close a tiny bit in response as her head snapped forward to watch the event unfold. One cold wipe was enough to grab her attention. Two was enough to cause her face to flare up and her heartbeat to quicken. And when a third wipe cleaned her crotch, she was silently begging for more.

Cadance, being the experienced diaper changer that she was, noticed this response immediately. Even if Rarity had a reputation of being professional and prudish, Cadance recognized a sexually frustrated pony when she saw one. To drive this point home she used a few extra wipes to further tease Rarity’s heating sex, all the more to drive the unicorn crazy.

As Shining’s loud moans and crinkles filled the room, Cadance hummed a tuneless song. She handled Rarity’s diaper change like a mindness chore, something that she had done thousands of times and hardly needed her full attention to complete. Every now and then she would glance up to check on her diapered husband who still squirmed and rubbed away at his diaper.

Rarity took in shaky, heated breaths as Cadance continued to wipe her down with the sixth and seventh wipe. She did everything in her power not to moan or squirm out of fear that it might ruin her chance at orgasmic release. She instead laid back, legs splayed out as she bit her lower lip.

Before Rarity could get too far, the plush, regal diaper was pulled up between her legs and taped on tight. She looked up puzzled, only to find Cadance casually putting the changing supplies away, signaling that the diaper change had officially ended. Her body still tingled, aching for that wonderful release that now turned into a craving.

Right away she took on the task herself and dropped both forehooves on top of her diaper, grabbing hold of the crinkling mound of padding that hugged her waist. Mentally she braced herself for a pleasurable masturbation session that would end in fireworks of orgasmic delight. However she only managed to get a few good rubs in before her hoofs were shooed away by Cadance.

“Ah ah ah, naughty naughty,” Cadance tsked, “you might hurt yourself if I let you just rub away whenever you feel like it.” Her hoof plopped down onto Rarity’s diapered front, causing a chorus of crinkles to erupt from the padding. “Leave everything to me,” she grinned.

Everything started slow. First Cadance brushed her hoof up and down the length of Rarity’s diaper, barely even stimulating the incredibly horny unicorn. She took her time progressing to higher and higher levels, picking up the pace and rubbing deeper and faster into Rarity’s diaper.

Rarity squirmed underneath the wonderful rubbings. She was at the alicorn’s mercy and practically melted under her touch. She stifled pleasure filled moans that tried to ooze themselves out of her mouth as her body flared with heated sexual energy. She wanted more and Cadance was happy to oblige.

Meanwhile Shining was reaching the end of his own private moment. This whole time the stallion was squirming on the ground, grinding against his hooves and making quite a mess of things. His cock throbbed inside the wet and soiled padding, hanging dangerously close on the edge of the sought after climax. His hooves continued to squish the swollen padding about, paying the most attention to the sticky muck that discolored the back of the garment.

Finally in one burst of energy, he furiously rubbed his member through the diaper. His back tensed up as his breathing stopped for only a second or two. A loud grunt cut through the air as his member began spraying into the waiting diaper, splattering a healthy load against its absorbant inner walls.

Cadance stopped her feverish rubbing to watch Shining in his final moments, causing Rarity to frown with disappointment. Cadance smiled at the grunting stallion like a proud mother, ‘aww’ing when he finally finished and collapsed to the floor. “Mummy’s little stallion,” she chuckled, “isn’t he just the cutest?”

Rarity looked past the handsome stallion and focused her gaze on the mess of fabric and sewing needles scattered around him. She couldn’t help but frown, “yeah. Cute...” She looked over the state of things. Shining’s furious masturbation session had left quite a mess of things. Cuts of fabric hung off his body or loosely fell to the floor. Remnants of her once beautiful suit were lost in piles of safety pins and cloth.

In the middle of this disaster area of discarded pins and ripped pieces of cloth laid Shining Armor. He laid there splayed out on the floor, his chest pumping up and down as he caught his breath. His heavily used diaper was now exposed and out in the open for all to see its discolored and disfigured shape.

Cadance spent a few long, agonizing minutes staring at the expended stallion. She couldn’t have been prouder for her cute diapered stallion. Helping Rarity finish fell to the wayside as she just stared at Shining. The wait felt so long that Rarity had half a mind to go back to rubbing her diaper herself. She was so close already and her sex crazed mind hardly wanted to wait.

Shining eventually pulled himself off the ground and waddled over to the two mares, interrupting an otherwise peaceful diaper change. He carried with him the ripped remnants of his dress, carelessly dragging large sections of it across the floor. “Momma, I’m sleepy,” he whined, rubbing an eye as he pouted.

Cadance looked up with a motherly chuckle, “aww, being a good little fashion pony tired you out?”

“Uh huh,” Shining answered with a yawn.

“Well I still need to change Miss Rarity. Can you lay down quietly while I finish?”

“Okay,” he said sleepily, nodding passively as he waddled over to an empty patch of pillows. Another yawn slipped out of his muzzle as he noisily plopped down onto the makeshift bed, his diaper loudly smacking against the ground as its contents shifted inside its plastic shell.

Cadance chuckled at her sleepy stallion before turning back to Rarity. “Now...” she started, her hoof floating over the unicorn’s diapered crotch, “where was I?...”

With more power than ever, Cadance’s hoof grinded deep into Rarity’s diaper. The sensation sent surges of pleasure through Rarity’s body, forcing a powerful moan to slip out of her mouth. There was no fooling around now, she was going for the kill.

“You worked so well with Shiny today. I think we should make this a regular thing!” Cadance thought out loud as she continued rubbing Rarity’s diaper faster and faster. She then let out an excited gasp, “oh! You could be his babysitter!”

Rarity scowled at the idea for a brief moment and wanted to so badly turn down the offer with a furious shake of her head, but that all melted away as Cadance’s hoof played with her diaper some more. A wonderful pleasure coursed through her body so powerfully that she would practically agree to anything at this point.

“And your wet diaper was such a hit with my little Shiny. Maybe some of the other ponies in the castle would want to try. We could bring a bunch in and have them meet you first hand. I’m sure they’d love it!” Cadance grew more and more excited with every motherly idea she came up with.

Again, Rarity frowned at the idea with disgust. The last thing she wanted to do was waddle around and be ogled by a bunch of horny ponies grabbing for her diaper like a bunch of greedy children. That was another suggestion she would have very likely said no to. However, much like before, that decision was swayed by Cadance’s rapid diaper rubbings.

To help the squirming unicorn finish, Cadance enchanted the diaper with a little spell, causing the whole thing to vibrate feverishly against Rarity’s body. The magic soaked deep into the diaper’s padding, causing it to glow a faint blue while covering every inch of the garment with its orgasm amplifying power. Some of it, and this was hard to prove of course, might have even soaked into Rarity herself, further fueling her already aching need to climax.

“I love my diapers!” Rarity exclaimed rather unprofessionally, but it was that same exclamation that she needed to push herself over the edge. As soon as those words left her mouth, she felt a powerful orgasm explode from her body, shooting bolts of pent up pleasure straight through her spine. Her legs stiffened straight into the air as her mouth opened wide to take in as much air as possible. Her entire body vibrated alongside the enchanted diaper.

After a good long ten minutes of absolute euphoria, Rarity’s tense body finally dropped to the ground. The spell that buzzed the diaper against her aching pussy slowly began to fade. She panted heavily, struggling to catch her breath after all that. Her entire body felt weak after that ordeal, practically wiping all of her energy out of her in one fell swoop.

Everything slowly faded into darkness as the exhausted unicorn dozed off. The last thing she could recall was the faintest image of a soft blanket being pulled over her body, followed by a caring kiss on her forehead.

Chapter Four

The Padded Shapes of Nightmare
By Scribe Feather
✶✶Chapter Four✶✶

Meanwhile back in Canterlot, Twilight Sparkle and her friends were assembling in a freshly built nursery. Applejack and Rainbow Dash led the way as the two excitable ponies clambered over each other in their mad dash through the castle halls. They reached the nursery at the same exact time, but that didn’t stop the two from arguing the point well after everypony else arrived. Pinkie Pie came in next, riding on top of Stoney, her absorbent caretaker. Stoney’s back had already grown dark and yellow from the spurts of urine that Pinkie released out of anticipation. Fluttershy arrived shortly after, with a brigade of sentient stuffed animals crowding around her.

The nursery, unlike the dark and dingy smelling catacomb nursery they played their games in not hours ago, had a certain vibrance to it as a perfect place for diapered ponies. A lot of love was put into the details of the room, a mark of pride for the carpenters and architects that constructed such a feat.

Built inside a large room in one of the castle’s towers, this new nursery came with everything the diaper centric reality might require of it. It was a roundish room, with sizable windows on all sides to allow plenty of bright sun light into the room. The walls were painted calming shades of blues and lavenders, nothing too overly stimulating. The ceiling was a treasure trove of art with stars and tree branches and swirls stretching across its surface to give the large canvas something interesting to look at. Sectioned off by varying types of carpet and easy to clean hardwood floor, the nursery had its own kitchen area, play area, and even an arts and crafts section.

Plastic storage bins filled with toys, kitchen cupboards fully stocked with baby food jars, snacks, and plasticware, the room had everything. It even had a side room devoted to naps and quiet time.

Princess Celestia was the last one to enter the room with Twilight so delicately balanced on her back. After a furious grind session down in the catacombs, the purple unicorn had quickly tuckered herself out, taking a quick nap on the princess’s back. A loose fitting, soggy diaper, smelling of old urine, hung on her waist to absorb any wayward fluids that might dribble out of the slumbering pony.

Keeping a close eye on Twilight to ensure the little pony didn’t fall off, Celestia took a moment to look over the other ponies in the room. Pinkie Pie was going to town on the nursery’s food reserves, helping herself to a pack of cookies she found almost immediately after entering the room. Stoney stood watch like a loyal hound, showing no interest in eating anything. Fluttershy scurried off to a far corner of the nursery, chattering away with her group of fluffy friends. The stuffed animals didn’t say anything, but their stitched mouths and glass eyes showed that they were having just as good of a time as she was.

Meanwhile Applejack and Rainbow Dash were already fighting over all the fun toys. They quickly stirred up the room’s quiet atmosphere with their happy, excited squeals and the sound of plastic toys clanking together. Celestia chuckled at the sight and allowed the diapered pair to be as loud as they wanted. They were free to enjoy themselves, even going as far as breaking a couple toys in the process. Nothing that couldn’t be replaced though.

“Remember to play nice, girls,” Celestia called across the room.

The two mares’ ears perked up as the princess’s voice reminded them of their promised reward for getting to the nursery on time. They immediately dropped whatever toy they were playing with and made a mad dash over to Celestia. Once again they very nearly toppled over each other as they skidded right up to the alicorn’s feet.

“Don’t we get a gold star?!” Applejack called out.

“Yeah, you promised a gold star!” Rainbow Dash blurted out as well.

“You promised!” Applejack added.

“Yes yes of course you both get gold stars!” Celestia smiled, pulling out a sticker sheet of stars. In the sunlight, the shiny stars almost appeared to shimmer with a rainbow glow. An enchanting effect that made the stickers all the more coveted by the eager pair of ponies. Alongside the stickers floated in two charts bearing Dash’s and Applejack’s names, an arbitrary tracker of their recent potty training exploits. “In fact, you two get to have one of my special gold stars!”

The two ponies watched with wide eyed awe as Celestia peeled off two star stickers and placed them on their potty training charts. She didn’t mark any particular day and instead placed the sticker somewhere in the middle of the sheet. It didn’t seem to matter though, because once the stickers touched the charts they glowed brightly before fading away. The enchanted stars spread their magic across the potty training charts instantaneously as a surge of that distinct magical glimmer breezed over them like sparkling waves.

Despite having no real visible reward for their hard work, Applejack and Rainbow Dash were ecstatic. To be given one of Princess Celestia’s “special” stars was among the highest honor their regressed minds could imagine. They took hold of their potty training charts, barked out something that sort of sounded like “thank you, Miss Celestia” and ran off with their prizes with pride. A sense of accomplishment swelled in their minds as they beamed with a growing sense of success.

They happily trotted back to the play area where they both planned on picking up whatever game they had started before. However as the two walked back to the toys, their eyes landed on a brightly colored training potty. Made up of a bulky pink and white plastic, this training potty was one of the many additions that Celestia added to the nursery. Looking over its smooth edged and child friendly design, the potty was hardly anything out of the ordinary in this new adult nursery.

“I gotta go potty!” Dash blurted out of nowhere, dancing in place for a moment before scurrying off to the potty. She hastily pulled her diaper off as she dropped her potty training chart off to the side somewhere. In seconds she was peeing into the potty’s hollow insides, creating a loud hissing sound that echoed around the room.

Her potty training chart glowed ever so faintly as a row of sun stickers suddenly filled the first week of days. Not a single storm cloud to be seen. The chart now resembled that of a toddler who was well on her way to being fully potty trained and in an instant Dash’s mind filled with false memories of her previous successful trips to the potty.

Out of nowhere came another tickle of pride for being a big girl. Dash beamed with fond memories of making it to the potty on time and all the praise and rewards that came with it. She worked hard to earn every single sun sticker that filled her chart. At least that’s what she was led to believe.

She wiggled in her seat as the satisfaction of an empty bladder and the swell of pride of being a big girl flowed over her. She eyed the ripped open diaper next to her feet and kicked the crinkling thing with disgust. Only babies wore those! And she wasn’t a baby!

“I did it!” the pegasus exclaimed, hopping up into the air once she was finished using the potty. She smiled proudly at the pool of urine that sat at the bottom of the training potty. This would surely win her another sunshine sticker for sure! She was so happy about this idea that she even started to dance a little in place.

Applejack looked up from her toys and frowned at Dash’s success. Her own chart didn’t have nearly as many sun stickers, but she was working hard at that. She had enough, however, to give her the confidence to go diaperless like Rainbow Dash. Standing up, she did just that and had her diaper off in one swift motion. If Dash could do it, so could she!

However, that cocky stance only lasted for a moment as a subtle signal from her bladder went unchecked by her busy mind. Suddenly a puddle began to form around her feet, a creeping warmth surrounding her. As she scowled competitively at the dancing pegasus she failed to notice a couple of storm clouds that faded into existence on her chart. With the new stickers came a rather weak control on her bladder, which was more than happy to release itself while she was distracted.

The growing urine puddle cooled around her ankles, making her blush furiously. Rainbow Dash was quick to notice as well, leaping on the opportunity to flaunt her superior potty training.

“Haha! Baby!” Rainbow Dash laughed, “you’ll never be potty trained if you keep...” Only Dash’s words shuddered to a silent stop as embarrassment drained the color from her face. While she poked and pointed at Applejack, a diaper suddenly appeared around her waist. A nice and thick one too. And not seconds later she felt a dreaded warmth suddenly fill the back of her diaper. The diaper began to balloon behind, filling up with a heavy mess, a clear mark of someone who was clearly NOT potty trained.

“O-oh no...” Dash grumbled, running a hoof over her lumpy diaper. That was sure to earn her a storm cloud sticker for sure! She just hoped Applejack wouldn’t notice.

It didn’t take much to notice Dash’s state of affairs. Once she caught herself mid-accident, the pegasus squirmed dramatically in place, bouncing from hoof to hoof as she desperately tried to put an end to the growing series of lumps that plopped into her diaper. She even went as far as to wedging a hoof between her legs in hopes that it would somehow sedate her disobedient bowels.

Despite all this, it took quite some time for Applejack’s keen observation skills to notice Dash’s situation. The humiliation of making puddles still burned on her cheeks, but opportunity showed itself when she finally did notice Dash’s well used diaper.

“Ha ha!” Applejack exclaimed pointing at Dash’s soggy diaper. “Baby! Baby! Baby!” she laughed, pointed, and called out in a singy-song voice.

“Sh-shuddup, I am not!” Dash’s face flared up in pouting anger. She stopped her hooves for emphasis. “Am NOT!”

“You TOTALLY are! Look at you using your diapers instead of the potty like me!” Applejack proudly flaunted her pretty pink pull ups which were also completely dry. Her chart now only had one or two storm clouds on it. A relatively flawless record in her eyes. Memories of her recent puddle making faded away as the urine puddle itself magically disappeared.

Dash scowled, puffing out her cheeks with a childish pout. “I’ll show you how it's done!” she boasted, promptly pulling her stinky diaper down to her ankles and plopping down on the training potty. In no time at all a hollow hissing could be heard as her successfully trained bladder obeyed her to the letter. She crossed her arms matter-of-factly and smirked smugly at Applejack. With that successful trip to the potty, her heavily used diaper disappeared, replaced by a fresh pull up.

The earth pony just scowled at her, envious of Dash’s superb bladder control. Applejack wasn’t quite at that level of potty training yet. At least that’s what she was made to believe. Potty training was just so time consuming and Dash made it look so easy. She probably could have used the potty like Dash just as easily if she tried, but she never wanted to pull herself away from her toys.

Although watching her use the potty like that stirred a faint reminder in Applejack’s mind. Did she need to go to the backroom now? When was the last time she went? How was she supposed to know when she needed to go?

“Ha!” Dash exclaimed, proudly yanking up her pull ups, “see?!”

Only Applejack hardly noticed. She was much too involved in spacing out, staring blankly off to the side somewhere. A large lump appeared out of nowhere in the back of her diaper, filling it up with a heavy muck as the earth pony just stood there in a daze. She even began willing wetting herself, completely forgetting about her most recent attempts at potty training herself.

Off to the side somewhere, her potty training chart filled with sad storm cloud stickers, the mark of a pony who didn’t quite know what a potty actually was. Her mind instantly filled with a dozen situations where she struggled with the very concept of potty training. When she needed to go, her body would just go and she couldn’t quite understand why that was a problem. In situations much like this one, she just let her body do what it needed to do.

When the deed was done she carelessly plopped down onto her rump, grabbing at whatever toy nearby to play with. Potty training was hardly something on the mare’s mind.

“Yuck,” Dash grumbled, plugging her nose, “you’re stinky!” She scowled at the messy earth pony who was too involved in her toys to hear her. The last thing Dash wanted to do was play with a stinky baby like Applejack, but the toys did look like fun. Surely she could play with them for a little bit. That wouldn’t be too bad. And maybe she could help Applejack with her potty training. When she was ready to learn at least.

From then on Applejack’s and Rainbow Dash’s potty training would always be in constant flux, magically swayed by their enchanted potty training charts. Sometimes they were almost completely diaper free, possessing the ability to run off to their plastic training potty to do their business in. Other times, however, they couldn’t have been farther from being diaper free. Everytime their training shifted, so did their memories and opinions on potty training. At times potty training was the most important thing they had to focus on. Other times it was completely ignored.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy was playing with her plushie friends, setting up shop in the corner of the nursery where all the pillows were collected. Happy squeals came from the diapered pegasus as she merrily danced about with her new fluffy friends. Fluttershy’s plushie pals were always so soft and cuddly and eager to help out in whatever game the mare came up with. They were the perfect playtime companions for the timid pegasus.

Extraordinary games of pretend, lengthy tea parties with plastic tea cups, spontaneous humping sessions on whatever toy was close enough at the time, there wasn't anything Fluttershy could dream up that the sentient plushies couldn't keep up with. Her latest game had led her to burying herself deep into the pile of plushies, giggling happily as the fluffy and cuddly soft toys surrounded her.

Covered in such comfortable plush almost made Fluttershy feel like one of them. She imagined that this was a lot like how it’d be if she was a plush toy was as well. It was an idea that inspired the diapered pony. Things would be so much better if she was a stuffed animal. She’d be so soft and cuddly.

After awhile, her powers of imagination seemed to grow in power, manifesting themselves into a physical force that shaped her very body. She felt a happy glow envelope her body, tingling her skin and making her fur stand on end. The tingling turned into an all body encompassing numbness until she found herself involved in an otherworldly transformation.

All those strange changes started with a hiccup, as if the last of Fluttershy’s physical self was leaving her body. A tingling sensation surged across her body as her sense of touch numbed itself. Her furry coat began melting, turning into a soft fabric that was incredibly cuddly to hug. Her pink hair and tail melted as well, turning into a similar fabric material as the rest of her. Painlessly, her bones and organs inflated into cotton, filling her insides with a warm cozy feeling. A soft feeling like nothing could hurt her.

During this vast transformation, Fluttershy’s anatomy smoothed out to a simpler, gentler shape as well. The intricacies of her leg joints and spine became uncomplicated and clean. Her eyes glazed into glass versions of themselves, maintaining her sight, but now simple disks stitched on. Finally, as one last change of Fluttershy’s plushification, her body began to shrink to the size of the other stuffed animals.Soon, in a matter of minutes the magic shape shift was complete. She had become a living plushie!

The Fluttershy plush let out a happy gasp as she looked down at her simple feet. A wonderful sensation flowered over her like a tingling wave. She hopped up to her feet and squealed happily at the new, soft sensations that tingled every inch of her new body.

“I’m just like you now!” the Fluttershy plush fluttered her cloth wings.

The other stuffed animals shared in Fluttershy’s excitement, celebrating the change with silent cheers and happy claps. Fluttershy pulled as many of them as she could hold into a big hug, squeezing them tight with a happy giggle.

After their little celebration, Fluttershy ran off with her fluffy friends, finding a new sense of belonging in the group of stuffed animals. There was no telling what the future held for the little stuffed pony. Who knew what kind of games she could play in this new form. She couldn’t have been more excited!

Pinkie Pie sat in the middle of the kitchen area, her diapered rump cushioning the cool linoleum floor tiles. A large helping of instant pudding sat in her lap in a big plastic bowl as she stirred away at the mixture with a big wooden spoon.

Stoney stood guard close by, silently watching over the pink pony. He patiently sat beside her, remaining contrastingly quiet as the sugar crazed pony pulled him along for her silly antics. After binge eating all the snacks in the nursery, Pinkie Pie was taking a break from the cookies and crackers and instead focused on making some delicious chocolate pudding for the group.

“Wanna bite?!” Pinkie asked, holding out a spoon of the chocolate pudding towards the diaper golem.

Stoney just stared blankly at the offering. Having no desire or need for food, eating only served a cosmetic need. Anything the diaper pony would consume would simply be absorbed into his padded insides before disappearing during his regular refreshing cycles.

Still, despite having no interest in eating, he was also Pinkie Pie’s assigned caretaker so he was eager to please the pink pony. He opened his mouth to accept the spoonful of pudding.

“Boop!” Pinkie exclaimed, poking Stoney’s nose with the spoon, dotting it with a dab of pudding. She giggled up a storm as the diaper golem just blinked, crossing his eyes to examine the spot of pudding on his face.

The expression on his face didn’t change from anything other than a blank stare, but something seemed to click in the golem’s mind. He responded to Pinkie’s mischievous deed by reach his whole hoof into the bowl of pudding and smearing a sizable amount of the sugary treat right into Pinkie’s face. It was a crude method of retaliation, but incredibly effective.

Pinkie’s giggling became louder as her face became lathered in a thick layer of pudding. She quickly responded in kind by grabbing an even bigger hoof full of pudding and now throwing it at Stony’s face.

Again, the golem didn’t respond or react, even as a hefty mass of chocolate pudding splattered on his face, but Pinkie was giggling enough for both of them. She was on her back in hysterics, balancing the big bowl in her lap as her legs wiggled.

After wiping off whatever he could manage with a single hoof, Stoney pulled the bowl out of Pinkie’s lap. He then tipped it over right on top of Pinkie’s head, covering Pinkie’s entire head with the rest of the instant pudding.

Pinkie was caught off guard by the cold mass that suddenly encompassed her ears, mane, and the better half of her face. But she quickly fell right back into giggling up a storm, squirming and rolling on the floor. She didn’t even care that the entire supply of the tasty treat was wasted on this messy game.

Amidst her ecstatic giggle fit, a pressure was beginning to grow in her belly. All those sweets and squirms had taken their toll on her body, causing her to lurch forward with a gurgling pain. The giggling abruptly stopped as both of her forehooves swooped in to grab at her burning belly. She instinctively curled up her legs as she began pushing out a mess into her diaper.

Stoney looked on blankly as the back of Pinkie’s diaper sagged and bulged. It was a quick mess, but in no means small. Pinkie always had a knack for making a big stink of things. Before long she had filled the padding to the brim with only a big breathy sigh signalling its end. When she was finished she dropped her legs, contently going back to her giggling although this time it sounded a bit more reserved as she recovered from the sudden diaper mess..

Without hesitation, Stoney left the pudding covered pony to grab the necessary diaper changing supplies. He seemed completely unphased by the pudding smeared across his face. Meanwhile Pinkie continued to play, grabbing hoof fulls of pudding and smearing it around. She even dropped a few globfuls down the front of her diaper for added squish. That seemed to rejuvenate her playful giggling.

Stoney returned to find Pinkie Pie in quite a mess. There was hardly a part of her body that wasn’t covered in pudding. Even the floor around her had become slick with the sugary treat smearing the once clean floor. Regardless of the state of things, Stoney proceeded with the diaper change as per usual.

As Stoney changed her, Pinkie happily laid there, eating away at the pudding that oozed off her head. And she was doing a sloppy job at it too. She would frequently miss her mouth, smearing the pudding across her face or plopping it down on her chest. It was more of a toy than a tasty dessert at this point. And she was free to be as messy as she wanted as Stoney changed her into a fresh diaper.

With golem efficiency, Stoney had Pinkie changed out of her stinky diaper in no time. With the amount of caked on pudding, the fresh diaper was the cleanest thing on her at the moment.

He promptly disposed of the old diaper, returned all the supplies he used to their designated spots, and then pulled Pinkie up onto his back, paying no mind to the smears of pudding that came with everything Pinkie touched. The big mess on the kitchen floor would have to wait. If some guard or maid didn’t take care of it, the dutiful Stoney would do it himself. For now, however, he made a beeline for the nursery’s bathroom.

Pinkie knew just what was happening without being told. “Aww, but I don’t WAAAAANNA bath!” she groaned, deflating on top of Stoney.

Still, the golem pressed on. Completely ignoring everything else that was going on in the room, he carried Pinkie towards the bathroom, deadset on caring for his charge. A bath was important, than maybe perhaps some lunch. Something healthy probably to offset the copious amounts of sweets she had eaten in the past hour.

Off to the side and far away from the noisey traffic of the playroom sat a quiet room for tired ponies to take their naps. A line of beds as well as a number of cribs were kept there. The room was kept dimly lit so that its lavender and dark blue colored walls did not become over stimulating to sleepy ponies. Stars and night skies were painted on the ceiling and walls to elicit sweet dreams and calm happy thoughts.

Celestia brought Twilight into this room to set her down for a nap. It only seemed appropriate after the big day the purple unicorn had. She certainly looked like she needed one. Celestia wasn’t even going to change Twilight’s diaper, figuring that such a thing could wait till morning.

“Now, we’re gonna have to be quiet,” Celestia whispered as they entered the room, “Luna’s already sound asleep.”

With her head she gestured towards Princess Luna who deeply slumbered in a nearby crib. Her blankets were kicked away from her curled up body, revealing her diapered bottom. A forehoof was wedged between her legs as it occasionally gave her soggy diaper front a couple idle rubs.

“Here we are,” Celestia said softly, magically lowering the wooden gate of a vacant crib. The crib was large enough to fit two full grown ponies inside with a number of soft and warm blankets to snuggle under. There was a color scheme of dark blues and purples in the crib, encompassing everything from the pillow sheets to the padded rail guards around the edges.

Twilight yawned as she was gently deposited into the crib. She smiled at the soft cushioned mattress that held her up oh so delicately. It was like laying on a cloud.

“Goodnight, little one,” Celestia cooed, giving Twilight’s soggy diaper a couple pats.

Twilight immediately groaned, reaching her hoofs into the air with a whimpering huff. “B-but Tiiiaaaa!” She made grabbing hooves towards the princess, fussing like an overtired toddler. “I can’t go to sleep without you!”

“Well I really should be out there to keep an eye on your friends...” Celestia rubbed her chin,“ oh but what the hay, they can keep an eye on themselves. They’re big ponies.”

Twilight smiled with sleepy eyes as Celestia climbed into bed with her. Their bodies slipped effortlessly against each other as Celestia magically lifted the crib gate once more.

Once they were settled in under the warm blankets, Celestia pulled Twilight in close with a sensual cuddle. She rested her head on top of Twilight’s taking in a deep breath of the unicorn’s intoxicating scent.

Such a scent had driven her mad in the past. Mad enough to pull Twilight aside and ride her diapered butt without warning. But today both ponies had quite the exhausting day. They would eventually play their games, there’d be plenty of that, but for now an intimate cuddle would have to do.