At the moment, it felt like sleep was the only escape. But there were no dreams; each descent into subconsciousness lasted for what seemed like a minute. And every awakening dragged the stallion back into a nightmare: The hard floor, the air dampened and cooled by the night, faint moonlight through the cracks in the walls that only allowed him to gaze upon the very nature of his predicament, and the rattling of his chains. The only warmth he felt encompassed his groin by the flanks, and grew warmer only briefly. He would soon forget soaking the pant the next time he woke, and would find it become lukewarm.

"Good morning, little one." Morning at last… At last? He didn’t know for sure. A magical grasp elicited squishing in tandems with crinkles. "I really expected your diapee to be all full, but just soggy works too." Mind felt the presence gently flipping him onto his back, the chains coming undone, and his diaper being taken off. After being relieved of the soggy padding, he was wiped down; the coldness of the wipes was now nothing.

But even after the change, he found that he couldn't lower his hooves. Mind suddenly felt a sharp stinging blow to his naked rear end, his scream was muffled by the white pacifier gag in his mouth. He shouted an angry burst of words that wouldn’t even make it past the guard.

"I didn't understand a word of your foal babble, but I'll assume it was 'spank me harder, Master'." Mind shook his head vigorously only to have an even sharper blow strike his plotcheek. "We're doing this every day, just so you know." Smack! "One hundred spanks every day until you're good again. And before you try to get brilliant ideas, bad behavior only gets you extra spanks that don’t count toward the spank count. That's not too much for the little foal to understand, right?" The breathless stallion shook his head. "Good." Smack! Despite the coerced will to get it over with, he writhed at every spank, and dreaded the possibility of bruises being left behind. He was actually afraid the hairbrush was going to break. And he couldn't put his hoof on why he deserved all this. In fact, he couldn’t even recall anything before his first day in this dungeon, or at least anything recent.

His sore crinkling butt was soon placed into his high chair. After being given his breakfast of mushy carrots, he was cradled for a bottle of prune juice. The dark bitter liquid didn’t even have time to work itself into his system before Mind felt another urge in his lower stomach creep up on him, which he fought as hard as he could to hold in, but nature defeated him, and his faltering weighed down his diaper, causing gravity to tug at the waist, and the shadow didn’t even take the bottle from his lips.

"It seems you've just made room for another bottle~" Mind covered his eyes with his hooves and blushed in utter shame. Being coerced into soiling himself and being changed subsequently; of all freedoms this situation could have deprived him of. How long would he have to keep doing this for?

The rest of the day went on like the first one; chained to the floor with a silicone teat resting in his jaw for most of it, only taken out during his regular mushy carrot feedings. He did mess himself again shortly after dinner, which instilled due teasing from the shadow.

"What a good baby. Twice in one day~ Get used to it, because that's what babies do." And what else could Mind do? Even if he got the diaper off, he'd probably be put back into it with his rear end reddened even further. Surviving this trial was really about taking the lesser of two evils. If this was what he had to do, so be it. But even wetting his diapers wasn't getting off without the shadow making fun of him for it and further reminding him that he's just a little baby. Every single time he wet. A helpless little foal. No- An adult being treated like one.

"As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal." He would be told that night. He heard that exact sentence the night before. It didn’t feel like some form of hypnotism, and the diapers he was being put in, albeit they were unbelievably big and thick, they weren't enchanted at all.

The next few days went on like the previous ones; spankings, feedings, diaper changes, solitude, and "as you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal" being said to him every night.

What day was it? How many days have passed? Six? The mundanity and multiple times he fell asleep mid-day fogged his perception on time; made it utterly insignificant, even. Six felt right, though. He was awakened gently by the shadow and told he was ready for the next step. The cuffs around his hooves came off and clunked as they hit the stone floor. Mind would soon be taken into the flaxen light that ebbed in from the dungeon hallway. The shadow's grip cradled him and felt his soaking wet diaper. By this point, Mind had already grown accustomed to wetting and messing when the calling came.

Down the hall, Mind was carried up the spiral staircase that climbed higher from the door at which the shadow’s magic encased the knob in a pink aura and pushed open. Past it, a velvet red carpet lay trailed into what was a short hall with a corridor to the left and a corner to the right that turned into a hallway decorated with white vases on side tables, and the walls were adorned with artwork that he couldn’t make out in time, as he was very swiftly taken into another room at the beginning of the hall. In that brief glance, he was able to make out what seemed to be a family crest painted on the vases, and possibly in a couple of pieces of art; a red tattered heart engulfed in a purple flame with a paintbrush crossing it.

He was taken into a huge nursery. Baby blue walls contrasted with the white ceiling and tan carpeted floor. A singular horizontal stripe of babyish decals in different shades of blue and gray streaked across all the walls. The decals bore little dragons, stars, and baby blocks. A giant ash gray crib sat in the room with azure blue sheets and an azure blue comforter, and a mobile that matched the decals hung above it. There was also, of course, a matching changing table, also respectively sized for an adult, which Mind was laid upon.

"I guess now you're ready to see what I really look like." The dark clouds shrouding the shadow evanesced, revealing itself to be a unicorn with a pink coat, baby pink specifically, a magenta mane and tail with a fuschia streak coursing through them, and a cutie mark on both of her flanks that depicted a baby's bottle crossing a lightly tattered red heart in a purple flame. Her shining marigold eyes remained unchanged. "Now, let's get the foal all ready for the day." The unicorn, with her horn glowing pink, peeled off the tapes and stripped Mind of his soggy padding. He felt a gentle draft against his moist reddened rear end. His lower hooves were then put together and raised skyward. Why this caught him by surprise, he didn't know; he only stared up at the ceiling, trying to scream through his pacifier gag as the mare’s magikinesis implemented his hundred due spanks.

A flurry of smacks thundered in tandem to the lightning striking his plotcheeks. He was placed in a fresh diaper shortly following the storm of agony. The pink mare coated her hooves in foal powder, then preceded to rub it onto his plot and gently massage it into his coat. This diaper was just as thick as the ones he was being put into before, only this one bore different designs; a change of pace from the moons and stars. On the diaper were prints of the mare's cutie mark; multiple on the landing zone and one giant print on the rear.

"You like the prints? I had these diapers custom-made."

The unicorn's magic cradled him. Reaching the hall, she turned toward the way they came from. Mind watched the door to the dungeon draw closer to him then obscure from his sight when he gently floated past the corridor. The mare hummed cheerfully as her magic carried Mind before her into a kitchen. He was strapped into a high chair once more, his pacifier gag was taken away, and the traditional bowl of mushy carrots and bottle of prune juice sat before him. His hooves were also left unbound. The routine itself didn't really change much, though.

"Open up the tunnel for the train!" The unicorn cooed at him. Mind only kept eating like he did back in the dungeon; without much enthusiasm to her feeding time antics.

There was something different in the air, though. From the dark cold dungeon, the fancy hallway, and the oversized nursery, the simplicity of the kitchen stuck out; a small cooking area with the sink, oven, and dishwasher all condensed into a small space, leaving room for a small dining area and the high chair in which he sat. Mind was praised for belching in response to the mare’s light magikinetic pats on his back and then taken right back to the nursery.

"You know," said the unicorn, "you've been pretty good through this whole thing, so I'm going to give you a shirt that shows it." And just like that, Mind was slipped into a baby blue t-shirt that read "Good boys need spanking too" with a spanking paddle on it. A baby blue pacifier with a star on the button then telekinetically floated back into his mouth and clipped to his shirt by a baby blue strap, absent the gag strap. The mare gave him freedom to spit out the pacifier whenever he got tired of it, which he was, but in some stroke of thought didn’t want to seem too eager to. Probably just so it didn’t tug on his shirt while he was lifted elsewhere.

The blushing stallion was carried by magic again into a living room with a television screen playing an educational show for him. Mind’s rear end made a crinkle as it was let down to the floor. The mare remarked that she put on his favorite show for him. She wasn't wrong; it was actually his favorite show, back when he was an actual foal. The show followed the adventures of a tan stallion wearing a horizontally striped green sweater and his little blue dragon friend who left her scaly paw prints on objects as hints to what their adventure was that day. The stallion was hilariously clueless and needed help every single step of the way, encouraging participation from the viewers. Dragon Paws was the name of the show.

She took a seat on the couch while her red-maned “foal” sat on the floor lazily in front of the screen. His pacifier fell out of his mouth and hung off his shirt by the clip, and he was only half paying attention to the program before him, rolling his eyes at some times too. His mouth free of a pacifier felt more different than relieving; it was only natural he’d grow accustomed to it after having it in his mouth constantly for so long.

The screen started playing the second episode of Dragon Paws when Mind felt the familiar urge; the calling from breakfast. He was astonished he had to go already. Well, he wasn't in a dungeon anymore, so he decided to test his limits and try holding it in. The urge grew stronger fast, the diapered stallion still trying his hardest to fight it. It didn’t take long for the need to force a squirm out of him, a squirm which he prayed the mare on the couch wouldn’t notice.

"I know you need to go, so just go you silly foal." Said the unicorn.

With rosy cheeks to show for reluctance to say it, Mind mumbled out, "potty" to her.

"Potty?" she replied with a raised brow, then shook her head. "No, you're too little for the potty and you won't be ready for a long time, so stop holding it in." Despite her orders, Mind still kept trying to supress the pressing urges. Suddenly, he felt himself raise to his hooves and his tail lift up from a magical grip, and the same grip slipped through his diaper and spread his plot cheeks apart. "Try holding it in now if you think you're such a big boy." He instinctively tried to run, but found his hooves bound to the floor with magic. He was helpless to fill his diaper without much more delay than that. Despite his wiggling about, he felt himself give in helplessly to the act, and he blushed a fiery red when he felt such act reserve its place in his diaper. To add insult to injury, the mare pressed her hoof against his rear end, forcing a warm mush to press and spread against his plot. There was no escaping the very thought of doing what he did now. "That's what I thought. What a foal." Her tone in voice had grown very firm.

The unicorn carried him with her magic back into the nursery, and he was lay on the changing table. The mare relieved him of his shirt and his heavily soiled garment, removing the pacifier from the shirt clip in the process, and cleaned up his area rather impatiently. He was taken out of the nursery naked and was floated toward the corridor, and the door to the spiral staircase opened again. Still rather embarrassed by having a dirty diaper slammed against his plot, he didn’t squirm or protest knowing fully well he was being taken back to the dungeon, nor could he really afford a thought as to what he was in for, other than the fact that it was nothing good.

Mind was chained to the floor and the white pacifier was placed back into his mouth and strapped to the back of his head. The mare placed the fresh diaper, still folded, at his side, then lifted his lower hooves toward the ceiling with her magic and prepared the hair brush. Her irises wore a fierce scarlet. "Your heart's not sincerely open to my care! Bad colt!" And she gave him the worst spanking out of all the others. Mind's screams were still muffled by the gag and he was even on the verge of crying. He received more swats than he cared to count, nor did the pain allow him to. He was diapered swiftly and the door to the dungeon slammed loudly.

Mind just lay on the floor, still trying to recover from the harsh strikes on his rear end, but he was also shaken by what she said. Obviously, he figured he tested the boundaries too much, but guilt rest itself within him. Even though he suffered a torrent of traditional morning spanks, she was trying to be motherly. And the nursery, the kitchen, the living room, they were all much more comfortable than the room he had been returned to. He surmised it was the best course of action to be a "good little foal" for her. Being treated like a baby was definitely much more comforting than being treated like a prisoner.

He desperately waited for her to return, pretending to himself that he didn't care about her. But as time passed, he grew more and more anxious to see her again, and he already missed the warm inviting rooms. And the more he thought about it, the more miserable he became lying there in the dungeon. He sniffled, then tilted his head to see tear stains on the floor. He gave an accidental suckle to the pacifier gag, finding it to actually be tempting. He suckled again and again. The continuous suckles, his weary eyelids, and his dreaded loneliness carried him off to sleep.

A seemingly sleepless night passed before the unicorn came back into the dungeon. Mind's tears were pooled on the floor and his diaper was tinted a faint yellow at the tip of his groin. He stared at her with his vacant red eyes without taking his head off the floor. She walked around to his rear and gently pressed her hoof on the back of his diaper.

"Just a little wet, but this thing can last you much longer." Pink hooves came into his sight once more. "Ready to try this again? Are you ready to be a good little foal for your master?" He got up and sniffled in response, keeping his head lowered. "I won't ask again, little one." Her tone sent a spark that forced him to stare up at her and nod.

Mind was picked up by the unicorn's magic and carried back into the nursery once more to be placed on the changing table. Her pink magic aura enveloped the tapes to peel them off and strip him of the damp diaper. She then gently turned him onto his belly and started wiping his rear end. Obfuscation struck him; she said the diaper could last him much longer. And without warning, Mind felt a sharp stinging pain on his plot accompanied by the smack of the hair brush. He somehow forgot about the morning spankings again, despite them being given to him punctually.

She thoroughly swatted down his rump from the cheeks to the sit spots, making the white coat of his diaper area a painful-looking pink, and stifled screams accompanied each swat. After the hundredth strike, she put down the hair brush and slammed her hoof into each cheek.

"And two hoofie marks because I love my little colt." Mind was gently turned onto his back, revealing tears streaming from his eyes. The mare’s marigold eyes maintained her stern gaze and gave no sign of weakness to his crying, but there was a conscientious nag in the back of his head indicating otherwise. Mind was certain that her mask could’ve easily fooled anypony else.

Quickly, Mind felt the powdering of his tushy, and this time, it was an abhorrent pink diaper that was taped around his waist.

"You get a pink diaper for being naughty yesterday. And while we're at it." Presented before Mind was a plain pink t-shirt that read "Naughty" in black bold letters at the top. Turning to the back, it read "Spanks Needed Here" with an arrow pointing down as well. The mare then giggled to herself. “Silly me,” she said, “little foals can’t read.”

He was slipped into the floating shirt while the mare “deciphered” it for him. Mind blushed completely red at the very thought of him wearing this stuff, let alone looking down at himself in such a getup; the shirt wasn't long enough to cover even an inch of the diaper. His vision was still blurred slightly by tear remnants.

The unicorn sat down on the living room couch and lowered the cradled Mind into her embrace. After removing the pacifier gag, she lifted a bottle up to his lips, which had a different drink inside it this time. Cranberry juice; better taste, same effects. Still cradling him with her hooves, she held up the bottle with her magic while simultaneously spreading the aura across a tissue to wipe his tears away. Mind was feeling new things at this bottle feeding; the first among them was the more appetizing and familiar piquant taste of the beverage. The second was the fact that he wasn't annoyed from being treated like a baby this time. He felt strangely safe in the mare's embrace, the same snuggling embrace from the hooves that gave the savage spankings. The suckling on the bottle assisted in this feeling as well. It all felt kind of right, actually. His red eyes gazed up at the mare, watching her smirk change into a genuine smile. He couldn’t keep himself from closing his eyes.

Mind slipped into a comfortable darkness that he felt himself jerk away from when a gust flew down his throat. Wind screeched as it passed through the silicone teat. He opened his eyes and looked down to find the bottle before him completely drained. The mare cooed at him, remarking that he was much better behaved before preparing him for breakfast.

The stallion stared down at the orange goop in the bowl that sat before him in between his fronts hooves, leaning free on the tray placed over his lap. the tray was placed over him. He was cued by his master to open his mouth for the "birdy to land in the nest". Not that this made the mush taste any better, but the current moment given did help him enjoy the games a bit more, to the mare’s delight. He watched the pink unicorn’s horn glow to carry the bowl toward the sink, while feeling light pats on his back at the same time. Soon, he responded to these pats with a belch.

Mind was sat in front of the television with Dragon Paws running yet again. Mantra clipped a pink pacifier to his matching shirt and he had a few baby toys laid out before him; a ring stacker, a bead maze, and a rattle. He held the pacifier in his hoof and gave a few bites in the air before placing it in his mouth and suckling on it of his own volition. His eyelids slightly lowered, and he grew more relaxed as he suckled. He thought at first he would've been sick of sucking on a pacifier, but in retrospect it was the gag that he was sick of.

The pacifier only brought comfort this time. He gazed at the television, finding himself entranced by the adventures of the young blue dragon. Before yesterday, he hadn't watched Dragon Paws since he was a little kid. He actually remembered each line from the episode he was watching by heart with how much he watched it as a kid. The sense of familiarity gave way to joy. His master just stayed sitting on the couch behind him, watching her little foal do as he pleased. Mind caught himself giggling at the show at one point and a red bloom spread across his face. He turned toward the unicorn expecting to be teased. She was sprawled on the couch with a book floating before her shining horn. She took a mere glance at Mind with a sincere smile then back to her book. It was all black with nothing on its cover or spine. He was genuinely curious to find out what she was reading, but the interest was doused as soon as the second clue was found. What game could that little dragon want to play with a duck and a duck?

"You know, you can answer these questions, sweetie." The unicorn teased to him. Her response was the pink pacifier in his mouth turning into view with a blush that matched and a red iris that was as far to his right as it can go. "In fact, you should be answering these questions. What do you think she would want to play with a duck and a duck?"

"What?" Mind said with the pacifier lisping every single word he spoke. "Duck, Duck, Goose, obviously."

"Now now, Mind" she replied, shaking her head, "it isn't certain until the last clue is found."

"But it's not hard to-"

"Maybe you should let them figure it out on their own. It builds character if you figure things out without help." A smile creeped out from behind his pacifier, the stallion finding such an astute thought about an educational show amusing. "So, for instance, little one," she said, "what does it take for a little baby to get out of his naughty clothes?" Mind continued to stare at the mare blankly, remembering the pink shirt that stopped right above the waist of the thick girly diaper slapped around his flanks. He blushed even further at the very thought of the arrow on his shirt pointing straight to his butt. "Looks like the little baby has to find some more clues to figure it out."

For the rest of the episode, the mare encouraged her "foal" to answer each and every question, getting appropriate responses out of Mind. Eventually, she didn't have to remind him and he started answering the questions of his own accord, and soon after, with enthusiasm. Mind was still blushing every time he did it, but it was getting easier every time he did it.

Mind waved his hoof good-bye once the credits appeared on screen. He then slowly stood to his hooves. He hadn't actually walked around free in quite some time, albeit he did have a very noticeable waddle in his steps, his hind hooves spread wide by the bulky pink padding. A door faintly cracked open caught his curiosity. He couldn't even get a glimpse of what lay beyond without being pulled back in front of the couch by the unicorn's magic.

"Stay in Master's line of sight, Mind." She said without taking her eyes away from her book. "And that's the only warning you're going to get." That exact sentence sent a jolt right through his heart and he could practically already feel his plot being spanked again. So much for exploring. He waddled toward the unicorn on the couch and let his pacifier drop, still hanging on his shirt collar, to speak.

"What're you reading?"

"Try again, little one," the unicorn said, not taking her gaze from the book, "make sure you use your manners." Mind tried his hardest not to sigh and cringe at what he was about to do.

"What awe you weading, Mastew?" The words didn't come out as bad as he thought they would. The unicorn only giggled at his question, forcing his face to flush pink once more.

"Aw, that's nothing you need to concern yourself with, little one." She reached down with her hoof and affectionately petted Mind's mane. "Sit down and watch some more Dragon Paws." The unicorn then looked up at the television in response to a silent confusion from her charge. "Oh, silly me." She giggled to herself. "Dragon Paws is over. I suppose I could set you up with another episode from the DVR, but only good babies are allowed that." The mare urged him to hold still, and Mind then felt his lower hooves being lifted from the floor and his body turned completely around. Mind felt a hoof press into his rump, the thick pink undergarment made a loud crinkle on contact. Mind's face just continued to glow the same shade of pink as his diaper. "Clean and dry." Her magic grip loosened and she gave him a firm push on his rump, encouraging him to walk. "Go play~" Mind obediently walked to the bead maze next to the television, mumbling that he was a good boy. "What was that, little one?" The unicorn said as her ears pricked up.

"Can I be a good boy pwease, Mastew?" Mind said, still trying not to squirm at the dialect he was using.

"Can you?" The unicorn replied with a giggle. As annoyed as Mind wanted to be at such an “old stallion” thing to say, he was only left in suspense. "I think you can; you've been good before, but you have a lot to make up for from yesterday. I suppose I could give you more chances to earn back your good status if that's what the foal really wants." Mind nodded, and he couldn't help but break out a light smile even from behind an apprehensive blush. "Does the baby want to be good for Master?" Mind nodded again. "Alright, then. Close your eyes and sit still while I get a surprise ready for you, but no peeking, okay?"

Mind closed his eyes and covered them with his hooves. He heard a little bit of rattling, but dared not to peek. If he was going to be a "good boy", he was going to have to play exactly by her rules.

This mare was certainly a task to keep her composure maintained; one would find her motherly nature to be smothering, although very inviting, but she was also incredibly strict and her punishments were parallel to her soft caregiving. No, she wasn't strict; quite truthfully, it felt like she could snap at any moment. If Mind were to pronounce even one of his r’s properly, she might have put him back in the dungeon with a straitjacket.

But there was something else Mind was feeling but couldn't quite wrap his thoughts around in his current state: Did she love him deep down? Not just as a mother would love her child, but was she in love with him? She did say that she loved him, she doesn't ever talk to him like he was a criminal, she's been making sure he's nourished, and she has been changing messy diapers, albeit certainly for her own twisted desires, but it was still something one would have to really dedicate to to keep the act alive. Not just that, but the last time she put Mind in the dungeon, he couldn’t shake this nagging feeling like it was hurting her. All of these were thoughts that should've went through Mind's head longer than they did, or even through the head of anyone with common sense, but instead, in his babyish facade, he just thought "be a good boy for Master and she'll take you out of the pink clothes."

"Okay, open your eyes, little one." Mind took his hooves from his eyes and opened them to see an adult-sized baby jumper just now set up. It was pink with aged yellow straps attaching it to the ceiling, and the name "Poly" was stitched into the outer groin of it. Mind felt himself being lifted by magic and settled into the jumper upright. He was lightly dropped in with a bounce, and he wiggled his hooves trying to touch the floor. The unicorn adjusted the straps accordingly. "There we go~ I haven't had a chance to get you your own, but babies do need their exercise~"

There was then the sound of a doorbell ringing. The unicorn helped the pink pacifier back into Mind's mouth with her magic and pet him on the head. "I'll be back, little one. Be a good boy and stay in your bouncy bounce." The way she gave the jumper that name with no change in tone was admirably chilling. The mare opened the door and slipped through without leaving Mind any idea of what was on the outside. While he was alone in the living room, he gave the jumper a chance. With the first jump, he lifted his lower hooves, a crinkle sounded with the first bounce and every bounce after that. Bouncing around like a little kid hadn't felt so great to him in a long time. It's just a natural response one would make from the joy of motion.

"Good morning, Mantra~" Mind heard a different female voice say clearly, despite the front door being barely ajar. Was the front door really so close? Not that he could see for himself, being trapped within the jumper itself and being trapped in his own joy of it.

"Morning? It's quarter to noon." The unicorn replied. The stallion was really good with voices, so it wasn't a struggle for him to keep up with a conversation between the two mares by hearing alone. He kept bouncing lightly to help him hear the conversation, but he didn't want to stop completely.

"The time still ends in 'A.M.' therefore it's morning. So how are things going with-" and that's all Mind could hear until Mantra gave her a shush noise and the two mares broke into whispers.

They could've been talking about anything. Were the chances of them talking about him great? The visitor couldn't have known about him without raising question, could she? But a couple of giggles came out through the whispers, and soon they raised their voices again, revealing that she did indeed have a good idea of what was going on from the other side of the walls.

"I can't wait to see him. Anyway, no signature needed, I just wanted to say 'hello'. Have a wonderful day, Mantra."

The unicorn returned the farewell, pulled a large box inside, and shut the door. As she returned to the living room, Mind tried to catch as much of a look at the box as he could get, but couldn't even see her name on the package. With pacifier lisps, baby talk, and formalities, Mind asked her who was at the door and what was in the box.

"Oh, it was the mailmare, you silly colt. She was dropping off your diapees." She giggled as she carried the box, by magic, to the nursery. "Master will be back in just a second, little one."

He was alone in the living room again. He bounced around a couple of times before getting the very familiar urge once again. The "exercise" Mantra told him about was specifically for this. The urge subsided quickly, though, fortunately for him. He wasn't in a hurry to dirty his diaper, but he shouldn't try to hold it in; that's what put him in pink diapers in the first place, so he just needed to do what a foal needs to do and when to do it. His thoughts snapped back to the condition; say what a foal would say, do what a foal would do, foal, foal, foal. Act like a foal. No, be a foal.

Mind got a light bulb in his little head as the baby thoughts kept swirling. Maybe, and for whatever reason, his master would be proud of him for messing, and if he gets praise for it, then a diaper change is surely to follow; a diaper change into a non-pink diaper. He found he couldn't be sitting in the jumper to do it, so he had to stand, only the tips of his lower hooves being able to touch the floor. He started to concentrate on finding the urge again and when he did, he gave it a push without shame nor regret. No feelings of disgust circled through his head at the immediate moment; getting out of his pink clothes was the main focus. With a little push, Mind heard a loud splortch and felt his diaper fill up completely almost instantly. His face flushed a really fierce pink; that sound wasn't supposed to happen.

Very soon after he did his deed, Mind realized he was feeling joy, but it soon turned out to be not his own joy, but the joy that belonged to a pink unicorn who was watching him the entire time. He covered his face with his hooves and gave a mortified groan.

"Aw, did the little baby fill up his diapee?" She said as she leaned in toward him. "I'll tell you a secret," she said to him. He tentatively lowered his hooves to look at her, his cheeks still plastered hot pink. "It's not the first time I'm going to hear your plot go 'blort~'" A magikinetic grip then quickly swept Mind’s hind hooves forward and the bouncer sustained him by his rear end, forcing the mess in his diaper to squish around in between the bouncer and his rump multiple times. She turned her gaze toward the fancy clock on the wall. "At tippy top time, we'll have lunch." Mantra lay back on the couch only to rest. Mind didn't even notice before there was a clock there, and it was ten minutes until noon. "Play in your bouncy bounce until then."

He just swung around in it; he wasn't too keen on bouncing around in a messy diaper. But he gave a short bounce tentatively, and then another. Finding the mushing easier to bare, Mind decided not to care about the contents of his diaper, and kept bouncing around until the time came. It’s not like he was the one who was going to clean it up.

Lunch went by as usual, saved for Mind having to sit in a certain other mush while he downed the orange goop from his bowl.

"Well, now it's nap time~" Mantra said with a glowing horn to carry Mind into the nursery. "Unless the baby needs a certain something." Mind was wondering when she was going to bring that up, but he blushed in response to her words. "Does the little stinkybutt need his diapee changed?" Mantra teased as she pet him on the head while using her magic to press against the rear of his diaper. Mind nodded, his embarrassment almost too strong to keep him from doing so. "Does the little stinkybutt know how to ask for it?"

"Uhm…" Heat from his face conducted with the rest of the stallion’s body in that instant.

"You only get one try, little one~" He knew he had to get them out, and he knew he had to keep his composure for it.

"Mastew, would you pwease change my diapee?"

"Hmmmm…" Mantra kept him in suspense as she hummed for a good few seconds. "Okay~" She said with a perky smile. "Master will change the baby's poopy diapee." Really? Of course, of course that was the word he missed.

Mantra closed the door to the nursery behind her, used her magic to slip off the pink shirt, and lay Mind on his back on the changing table. She leaned in close with a smile and remarked that he was a sweetheart, to which Mind couldn’t shake the feeling that there was an ulterior motive. She untaped the diaper with her hooves then pulled back to lift his lower legs up, then used her magic to scoop up what remained, slid the soiled garment away, taped it up into a ball, and placed it in the diaper pail. She ran multiple baby wipes through telekinetically to get his rump squeaky clean.

"And now I have to make sure my baby doesn't get a rash." Foal powder was splashed onto her hooves, then applied to his diaper area. Mind writhed in response to the cold diaper cream she smeared on after. Mind's rear end was a bright pink, and it most certainly wasn't diaper rash. Mind then heard tape being ripped off presumably from the box earlier and Mantra took out another crinkling garment, quickly unfolded it, slid it under her charge’s plot, and quickly taped him in snug.

"Pink!?" The stallion exclaimed. This diaper was just as pink as his last one, but it had violets drawn on the landing zone and groin, as well as frills on the rear of it. If there was a filly suited for this diaper, it’d be the most fillyish of fillies. And Mantra had a whole box of them.

"Yep~" the mare replied cheerfully, purposely misinterpreting the harsh tone he used. "Just for you, my little colt." She then pinched his cheek. "The same color as your naughty... Little... Stinky... Butt~" This statement kept Mind from saying anything else stupid out of his anger, and counted himself lucky to get away with that little slip.

She slipped the mortifying shirt back on then gently carried him into the crib, and covered him with the blue blankets.

"Well, I suppose you've been pretty good today, actually. I'll tell you what, when you wake up, I'll have something ready to help you prove you're a good boy. Maybe I'll take you out of pink tomorrow if you are." The tone of her "maybe" implied that she might not hold true to her word, or she might make the challenge impossible, or she might… Suckle… Suckle… "Sweet dreams, Mind." Mantra leaned into the crib, kissed him on the head, raised the drop side, and left the nursery turning the lights off. And Mind soon found his eyes closing and himself falling into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning- No, when he awoke from his nap, Mind stretched himself while still under the lax weight of the covers. He then suddenly felt his diaper become warmer. "Oh yeah, I did have to go." He thought to himself. The stream ran across his butt, but the pant did its job to wick the moisture away fast, and the color of the diaper would mask the evidence. Mask but not veil it completely. He soon forgot he was wet in the first place after a few minutes of loafing around, staring up at the motionless mobile above him. The door creeped itself open, and Mind was approached by a smiling mare.

"Did you have a nice nap?" She lowered the dropside with her glowing horn. "Oh boy," she forced his pink diaper to crinkle with her hoof, which also pressed a damp reminder into his crotch, "looks like someone's a little wet. Just a little bit." Mind looked up at her with a light blush and his pupils wide; he was still half asleep.

After a cranberry juice feeding and subsequent burping, Mantra lowered Mind onto the living room floor. She steered him toward an open toy box. "Now for that Good Boy Challenge. Put all your toys in the box neatly." The floor was littered with so many baby toys; a bead maze, a ring stacker, a rattle, balls, and toy musical instruments. Clean-up came naturally to the stallion, though; he was a very neatly organized pony, and it showed when he put the toys away.

With the floor clean and a close of the lid, Mind called out to his master and said that he was done. She came over to inspect his work and put a hoof to her chin in mild astonishment.

"My my, it's so neat. The balls have their own little corner, the instruments are laid neatly, it's perfect." She leaned in to kiss him on the head. "Gooood booooyyy~" Mind smiled genuinely, feeling happy that she was proud of him.

Mantra soon broke out paper and crayons for her baby then took a seat at the couch with a laptop. She said she had some "grown-up stuff" to take care of. Bills maybe? Mind didn't care. There was always something gripping about drawing; some kind of draw that was a magic of its own, even as an adult. Mind wasn't really good at drawing; he never really learned how to properly hold art utensils with his mouth, and keeping them between his hooves was hopeless. Despite him drawing pretty much nothing but baby scribbles, he still enjoyed it, and Mantra would peer over to check up on him, and tell him he was doing good every time, which put a little flutter in his heart. She couldn't really tell what he was trying to draw, but that wasn't important to her. But of course, she was also checking his diaper once in a while, finding it becoming more and more wet almost every time she checked. Drawing kept his thoughts occupied as he naturally let go once he got the urge to wet.

Dinner was peas and mushy carrots. Mantra claimed he "loved" peas so much she decided to give him more. Mind was a bit torn about telling her the truth; that he was faking hating peas to trick her. The decision was delicate: Keep lying to avoid potential punishment, or tell the truth to make the punishment easier? He swallowed then spoke, driven by a natural detestment toward lying.

"Mastew." Her ears pricked up and a spoonful of mush levitated in place before him, and out came the truth. "I actuawy wike peas." The stallion no longer had to put forth effort to keep himself from cringing at his dialect.

"Oh, I already know that, little one. That's exactly why I'm feeding you more~" She stuffed the spoon in his mouth. "You're not a very good actor, by the way." The spoon scooped up the last bit of mushy carrots and floated back into his mouth. "But your first din-din was just to see what you liked to eat. So, no spanks for lying, but no reward for telling the truth either." A rag was levitated toward him to with his mouth, cleaning it from a mess that Mind knew was made on purpose on the feeder’s part. "But I won't tolerate lying anymore. Does the little baby have any other slips he'd like to confess to Master?" Mind shook his head without hesitation. The mare trusted in that, untied his bib, gave him his proper burping, then carried him off.

As Mind looked down at himself cradled in her magic, he noticed his diaper was sagging pretty badly. In his own curiosity, he reached under himself and pushed on his groin upward from his rear to reveal the pink padding showing a yellow tint mixed in with the pink core at the groin. The garment felt extremely swollen and gave a loud crinklesquish sound. Upon his hooves releasing it, it sagged right back down. Gravity tugged on his waist by the heavy swinging diaper. He didn't even know he wet so much. All those little piddles tend to add up fast, evidently, especially when one's preoccupied with drawing.

Mind was carried into the room further down the hall just adjacent to the nursery. This time he was granted opportunity to admire the artwork at the end of the hall: A painting of a serene landscape where rainbows streamed downward from clouds with a massive blue mountain range overlooking it. It could’ve passed as a photograph given how fine and real the detail was; from the mid afternoon sun casting shadows through the clouds to a snowy translucent haze lingering atop the mountains. A doorway quickly came into view and then blocked further gaze at the piece.

The tile floor was enough indication to it being a bathroom; a kind of room he hadn't seen since he woke up in the dungeon. Magic turned the faucet handle and started filling up the large bath tub with warm water. Mantra then proceeded to strip Mind of his shirt and soggy diaper, the pant making a plop as it hit the floor. It didn't occur to him until now, but Mind was definitely due for a bath after spending a whole week wetting and soiling diapers in a dungeon. Well, Mantra was actually taking care of his gentle areas during diaper changes, so he didn't really have much cause to worry about there. It was mostly his mane and tail he was concerned with.

The warm water soothed him as it soaked his body. He could already feel the dirt just peel off of his coat. That didn't stop Mantra from giving him a thorough scrubbing, even on his plot and private parts. After shampooing and conditioning his mane and tail, she rinsed him off with a shower hose. Her horn glowed and the sound of a drain coming unplugged followed. Mind was shivering from the evening breeze touching his damp coat and he craved for what little warmth the towel drying him gave. Mantra swiftly brushed his his mane and his tail, while assiduously taking gentle strokes of the brush from the tips first, then to the base. The hairbrush used was the same make as the other but was pink; of course she had a hairbrush separate specifically for that. "Now the baby's all squeaky clean~"

For the brief moment he was carried back to the nursery naked. Mind was able to put his hind legs together for once. It actually felt strange being able to now, but that didn’t last long once he was lay on the changing table once more and Mantra settled him back into a fresh pink, violet-patterned diaper. Mantra then prepared him something new to wear; a fleece hoofed sleeper. He was slipped into the azure blue pajamas, and the zipper was zipped from his groin to his neck. His diaper still bulged from within the sleeper, but one shouldn’t have expected less. All four of his hooves were gripped snugly and comfortably by the sleeper. Mind was then placed back into the crib and a yawn forced its way past the stallion’s gaping mouth.

"Oh wow, I'm surprised the foal's actually tired. Maybe beddy-bye will be easier than I thought." Mind protested that it was just the big dinner that made him yawn. "Sure it was." Mantra said while rolling her marigold eyes. She clipped the contrasting pink pacifier onto his blue pajamas and helped it into his mouth.

Mind looked up into Mantra's eyes, then her glowing horn, then his gaze turned at the musical mobile above the crib as it spun. The little tune it played, its centrifugal motion, the suckling on the pacifier, and the calming and serene aura Mantra was giving him started to take him into the realm of sleep. But he wasn't even tired, he shouldn't even be tired. Or should he? He lost track of time at noon; that was the last time he looked at the clock. Red-orange light flittered into the room past the nursery curtains and was slowly fading.

The windows very lightly tinted in response to the unicorn’s horn alight. The shadow spell would wear off after the sunset, leaving only moonlight and the mobile to faintly illuminate his nursery.

"I'd break out a story for you, but you're already falling asleep." She leaned into the crib and gave Mind a kiss on his bare forehead, then promptly lifted up the dropside. "As you count sheep, remember that you are only a helpless little foal. Nighty night, Mind~"

Mind Fission struggled to keep his eyes open. Each blink became slower, his eyelids became heavier, and the mobile's music started to slow and fade out. He closed his eyes, and his tiny, rhythmic, pacified snores filled the air.

Author's Note

In this chapter, we see shadows being gradually lifted to reveal the typical fantasy of a caregiver brought to life, but we can't just have complete acceptance of it right away. Uncertainty, reluctance, apprehension: These are all things that give these kinds of scenarios life. Life is life, and no matter how one tries, his/her perceptions will only color reality, not change it.

While fiction and magic are wonderful tools to work with, keeping one's writings within the confines of common sense and natural order as much as possible is beautiful.