Smack~ Ninety-nine. Smack~ One hundred… Smack~ One hundred and one; once more for extra assurance. Mind Fission tried to let out one last scream, but it only came out as muffles through the pacifier gag strapped to the back of his head. His vision was blurred by his own tears; he could barely see himself straight, let alone make out the dark shadow doing this to him, saved for its sparkling pink eyes. Mind couldn’t shake the feeling that this shadow was getting the utmost joy out of all of this. A tantalizing voice cooed to him. "Is the little foal crying? Good. Maybe it'll teach him how to use this more responsibly." A hairbrush was set down next to him.

His stinging rear was let down gently on something he felt was thick and soft. He knew what it was, and he knew what was happening. His lower hooves were spread apart by the same mauve light that held them up and administered the red splotches on his plot. Helpless to put his legs together, Mind felt plenty of heavy shakes of foal powder coat his area. Its soft touch and intoxicating smell helped relieve the searing pain as the thick undergarment was pulled over his groin and the wings were taped securely and snuggly in place. The grip on his hooves loosened, but he was still helpless to put them together due to the thickness of the padding. Any further attempt to do so only made crinkles. The diaper he was sporting was white with moons and stars on it. It was clearly a night time diaper, but it wasn't even noon yet. Or was it? There was no way of knowing for sure with how dark the room was and no clock.

"Time for lunch now. You're going to be a good boy and finish it all, even down to the last drop in your bottle. And don't try screaming for help either, because no-one will hear you through these walls any better than they could hear that hairbrush smacking your plot." Mind then felt himself being lifted and sat into a nearby adult-sized high chair. The tray was then placed down over his lap, and the chair blocked him by the groin to keep him from slinking out underneath it. But then he was pushed to lean forward to allow straps to wrap around and keep his front hooves bound beside him, and another set of straps tied him to the back of the chair. Mind didn't even want to budge to test how much he could move; he already knew he was strapped in as tight as could be. He then looked down to see a white bib with purple letters reading "Messy Eater", and felt it being tied around the back of his neck. Before him, the shadow placed a bowl of orange mush and a baby's bottle, which was filled with a dark purple liquid. He felt the pacifier gag loosen, and the nipple was taken out of his mouth.

The shadow turned to face Mind with now sparkling marigold eyes. Utter distrust toward this shadow was somewhat quelled by other vibes the eyes indicated. Maybe lunch time wasn't going to be so bad if the diapering was anything to go by. Could this shadow have a mother's heart? No~ Mothers don't strap their babies to high chairs. But he wasn't a baby, just being treated like one. No~ He was an adult and needed to get out of whatever this situation was. But with no way out, he needed to play along, lest he suffer another hundred smacks from the back of a hairbrush.

Strangely giving Mind a sense of comfort, the shadow stood behind his chair; out of his line of sight. "Open up the tunnel~" The shadow called out to him playfully as a spoonful of the orange mush levitated toward him. Mind reflexively gave a sullen turn from the spoon, but then put his rational thought before it and reluctantly opened his mouth to receive the unappetizing goop. "Oh wow, we must be getting somewhere if you didn't fight me on this." The spoon lowered into Mind's mouth and tipped over to spill the mush onto his taste buds. Immediately, Mind felt the sweet taste of carrots, but it became bitter shortly afterwards, deplorably bitter. Mind was usually good at swallowing when trying new foods, but this was too much. He spit it out back into the bowl before him. "C'mon Mind, you can do it. Foals love mushy carrots." Another spoonful of the mush prepared itself and levitated toward him. Rational thought was now a distant echo in his head; Mind wanted to keep his mouth shut and back away in his chair. "Now you're going to fight? Do I need to remind you what happens to naughty foals? Open your mouth, little one." Mind groaned and opened his mouth reluctantly. The spoon lowered back into the bowl and the shadow peered before him with now scarlet eyes. "And don't you dare growl at your master like that again!" Master!? Mind was shaking in the high chair.

The shadow took itself out of the bound stallion’s sight again. The spoon filled itself with mush and levitated toward Mind again. What Mind got himself into, he felt was going to go on for way longer than he first thought.

Another spoonful of mushy carrots spilled onto his tongue, and Mind swallowed it as fast as he could. He gagged and almost spit it back up… Almost. It was the hardest thing he ever had to swallow, and there was a whole bowl to finish. "There we go~ Keep it up; it'll get easier," the shadow said to him. But it was a lie. Each spoonful was as excruciating as the last. Each spoonful he swallowed made him writhe and squirm, forcing the straps to fight with him to keep him in place. Soon, the bowl was empty, saved for the remains that couldn't be scooped up. He finally finished… But then the bowl was put in front of him again, completely refilled. "Babies need to eat a lot~"

"Oh come o-" The stallion was quickly silenced by the spoon entering his mouth and coating his tongue with some more of the detestable slop. He was then scolded by the shadow for talking and told to only use baby talk from then on. The very idea of baby talk was dreadful to Mind. He just stayed silent and got the second bowl over with. Mind felt the bib and the straps loosen all at once and he was slowly levitated out of the high chair.

Mind was put in a cradled position, the grip on him still strong, and the baby's bottle floated toward him. The nipple found itself into his mouth and he began to suckle away. He figured he might as well get this over with too, and that it wouldn't be as bad as the carrots. He didn't really have the strength to fight so much either after being filled up with so much mush. The dark purple liquid coursed through the teat and quickly found its way down Mind's throat. He thought it was going to be grape juice, but it didn't taste the same, nor nearly as good. But he sure was glad to have something to wash his taste buds free. Mind soon found that he couldn't stop drinking the juice; the shadow wouldn't take the bottle away until he was finished. He was able to stop the flow to take breathing breaks, but drops still poured in during these. The shadow snuck in a refill for Mind and made him down that too.

Mind felt almost numb from being stuffed like a turkey. The shadow cradled him upright and gave Mind a few gentle pats on the back until he belched loudly, to which his face was plastered hot pink from blush. Mind was lowered to the cold hard stone floor. It was quite clearly a dungeon of some sort he was in. He was chained by each of his hooves to the floor. Eight foot links connected from the cuffs he wore to rings embedded in the floor. Mind felt a collar wrap around his neck, and his tail was tied to it. The rope was tightened and tightened until his tail was held skyward.

"Now it's nap time. Or you could just rest if you're not sleepy, but I doubt you'll stay awake. A full belly tends to make a baby tired. I'll check up on you in a couple of hours." A couple of hours just chained to the floor and doing nothing. Not that Mind really had the strength to do anything but loaf around. "I almost forgot~" The pacifier gag, bathed in the same magenta aura, then flew into sight and wrapped itself around Mind's head. He struggled a bit, but the nipple forced its way into his mouth and secured itself in place. He gave into a couple of suckles, his full belly, and started to drift off to sleep. "Sweet dreams, little one." Mind felt the shadow’s presence disappear. But how? How could he possibly fall asleep in this state? He didn't have time much time to think about it before his thoughts settled into emptiness.

Mind didn't really dream. He only awoke some time later, whatever time it was. He stretched and stood, his diaper crinkling and the chains rattling. He tugged on them just for the sake of it. He wasn't going anywhere, but he tried tugging on them and wandering as far as he could to try and pass some time.

At first, he didn't really know why his tail was tied, but then he suddenly felt a certain sensation in his lower stomach, and it made sense to him; the dark liquid he was forced to drink earlier was prune juice, and he was fed it for the same reason his tail was tied. He fought and suppressed the urge. Spanking, diapering, and feeding were one thing, but he'll be damned if he gave in to this. He should've really expected something like this to happen once a diaper was involved. The urge came back again. With a few wiggles and a temporary relaxing of the pressure, the urge was suppressed again, but it wasn't easy with his tail already in position to do the damnable act. He didn’t even dare to try to break the chains to try and escape; he would dislocate his legs before the chains would break. The urge hit him once again, and he relaxed his muscles again. But this time, he passed the point of no return, and against his wishes, he found himself doing the unthinkable.

The preparations really had their work cut out for them. Mind felt the back of his diaper fill and fill and fill, and it spread against his rump and the padding. And he was helpless to stop it. He felt absolutely ashamed of himself, but in the moment, he took pleasure in the relief it brought him. Now he had to lay around in his soiled diaper and assume he was to wait for the shadow to come change him. At least the diaper was snuggly fit around him; it kept the smell from getting out if he avoided certain positions. It's not like he could fall back asleep either… Any minute now...

After what seemed like forever, the shadow finally made its way back in. "It didn't take you too long to fill up your diaper." Mind turned his head toward the dark silhouette with widened eyes and flaming red cheeks. "Yes, I watched you the whole time. It was cute watching you fight it, but you and I both know that babies do what they have to do. You were actually kind of precious sleeping, and you lay around in your own mess without much quarrel." Mind only stared down at the floor mortified. "And you're actually behaving pretty well. Maybe this will go easier than I thought. But don't get your hopes up; you still need this dungeon for a while." Mind’s ears perked up at the last sentence. Did that mean he was eventually going to be let go?

The chain cuffs around his hooves opened and his collar came off. He felt his body lifted up and cradled. But then he found himself being sat back into the adult-sized high chair from earlier completely unexpectedly, and he was secured and bibbed in the same way. Mind could do nothing but blush and look down at himself. When he was loafing around in the messy diaper, he was avoiding certain positions to keep the storm inside calm, but now he was feeling it all squish around, squelching the (now cold) mess against his rump all over.

"I still have to make your dinner. I'll give you your bottle in the meantime, but no talking… Except for baby talk, of course." Mind saw the pacifier gag fly from his mouth and the baby bottle refilled with prune juice sat before him. "But you should probably spend this time getting used to your bah-bah and diapee." Mind just kept blushing, feeling ridiculous about it, but knowing deep down he'll have to play along. He didn't bother to ask his "Master" about his "diapee"; he knew he was going to have to sit in his mess for a while. He felt a tickle hit his bladder, and soon felt his diaper warming up appropriately. He might as well get used to that too. He looked down at the bib tied yet again around his neck. "Messy eater" it read. And he only gazed at it with pink plastered on his face.

Mind just sat in his high chair, waiting patiently for the shadow to return, sipping the prune juice from his bottle. After almost half an hour (again, whatever time it really was), he saw a plate set before him this time with green mush on it, some green peas, and of course, mushy carrots on the side. He had to get it over with, so he opened his mouth upon command to do so. The green mush was the first to feed him; he recognized the initial taste of spinach, then it immediately turned into the bitter taste of baby food the carrots shared. He hated spinach, and the baby food formula in it didn't help at all. The carrots weren't any better either, but he didn't mind peas at all. He actually liked peas, but he had to act like he hated them even more; hopefully he could trick the shadow into giving him peas more often.

"You know Mind, you've been a really good foal. I think you deserve some dessert." As enticing as dessert sounded, Mind’s belly ached at the very thought of it. He couldn’t eat another bite. He was then shown what the dessert was; not cake nor ice cream, but mushy applesauce. Before he could protest, the shadow prepared a spoonful of the mush and stuck it in Mind's mouth. Surprisingly, it actually tasted good, and he finished the little cup without any complaints.

Mind was lifted out of the high chair and burped yet again. He gave into the numb filling feeling in his belly and felt his body drape itself into the magikinetic grip cradling him. "Look at this thing," the shadow proclaimed, "I planned to make you sleep messy on the first night, but since your diapee is soooooo full," the shadow paused in the middle of its sentence specifically to make Mind embrace the red-hot flushing from his face. "And since you've actually been pretty good today."

The stallion soon lay on the cold hard floor, his lower hooves were thrown into the air and spread apart, and the tapes on his diaper were peeled off. The smell escaped as his garment was relieved from him. As humiliating as this whole experience was, Mind actually took a lot of solace in having his diaper changed, and even enjoyed having his area cleaned up and wiped. In fact, the diaper change felt really nice once he looked past the situation itself. The magical grasp from the shadow was actually very tender yet firm enough to take control of the chaos below. With the smell of foal powder filling the air and the crinkling of a fresh new diaper taped on him, he was all clean. In fact, his butt had never felt any cleaner. "There, now the stinkybutt is all set to fill his cuddle pants once more."

Mind was settled into the chains once again, with no protest or struggle from him. His stomach was so full he didn't even want to move. "That's right, go ahead and relax; you had a pretty good day. If there's anything else you need to 'relax', don't hesitate to let it all out into your diapee like the wittle baby you are." The pacifier gag found its way into Mind's mouth once again and strapped around his head. "Of course, you might be filling it up by complete accident. After all, the best thing about foal food is that it's filled with nutrients that regulate your bodily functions. As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal."

Mind gave into gently suckling on the pacifier. He really didn't want to move he was so full, but he wasn't sleepy. Mind loafed around for about an hour before actually giving in to sleep. Sleeping was the only thing to pass the time, so he would wake up in the middle of the night slightly refreshed, only to have to toss and turn until he fell asleep again.

Author's Note

Through a few close friendships, well-due guidance, and a strong interest in the way magic works, I present a story that I feel is worthy of sharing.

This is a story that I've been working on since March 2017. This story was at first just for my own fun, but then it turned out to be something that I'm actually quite proud of, especially as it progresses, and I'm very excited to share it.