Author's Note

Halloween starting a bit early this year, eh? Think of it as an surprise treat.

Anyways, enjoy these short little works. Not a whole lot of substance or quality to them but I wanted to do something fun for good 'ol Halloween and prove I'm not a zombie.

I'll release them as I finish, I've set up most of them they just need time in the oven to bake. Don't know if I can guarantee them all by Trick or Treat Day, but ain't no shame in extending October by a bit before Turkey Day if that happens.

Didn't really plan for this but hey life's all about spooks and surprises and you get some fics out of it so enjoy.

Chapter I: Pinkie Paralysis

The moon hung high in the waning hours of that Nightmare Night. The once bustling streets grew less crowded by the minute. The ghoulish music and chatter from party-goers died to the soft hum of decorative lights and chirping crickets. Even the most dedicated of trick or treaters shuffled on home with their hauls in hoof, the sugar rush running low and the houses to hit all checked off their lists.

Pinkie Pie, the life of every party and one such pony who wasted the night away chomping on chocolate and prancing from door, found herself creaking back to her empty abode.

While most Nightmare Nights the Cake’s residence was a hot spot for sweets of all shapes and sizes, the family decided they’d try their hand at the annual Bountiful Bake-Off competition held at Canterlot. Not only would they have the chance of sharing their delectable delights with a slew of new customers, but they and their twins could have their first Nightmare Night in the big city.

The pooped out party pony couldn’t help but take solace in the fact that the place harbored nobody tonight. All she had to do was plop her plot onto the bed and sleep the rest of what had already become tomorrow. She didn’t even care that she was still clad in her elaborate flamingo costume, her eyes were too heavy to care.

But as she slunk through the darkened rooms of the bakery, a certain sound caught her ears. A sort of strange rustling. Like fabric rubbing against each other but far more intense. Kind of like someone was crinkling up a candy wrapper right beside her head.

As tempting as an investigation of the cause of this disturbance appeared, the sounds of the pink pony snoring the night away called louder. She chalked it up to drafty curtains or a fan on somewhere rustling some paper.

Whatever the noise happened to be, she thought to herself, it was a problem for tomorrow wide awake Pinkie Pie, not tonight sleepy Pinkie Pie.

While she imagined the noise would disappear as she trotted up the stairs, it seemed to only get louder. She fought to put it out of her mind and forget about it and anything that wasn’t related to sleeping in her warm bed, but the closer she got to her room the louder and louder it got.

She slammed her door open and flicked the light’s on, and to add to the mile long list of surprises she already had this night, a lone package rested on her mattress. The plastic cover was fairly plain, mostly a soft pastel pink with the words diapers printed in a soft white.

“Ha ha ha, this is a neat trick and all Dashie, but I think I’m a little Nightmared out for the night.”

She pushed the plastic package off as she slid into bed herself with a yawn.

“You can go home, you got me, you win.”

Just as she began to close her eyes and drift off to her long awaited stay in dreamland, her whole body began to become locked in place. She couldn’t move a muscle, her body was frozen amidst her tense muscles struggling to rearrange herself. Drowsiness was soon replaced with sheer panic as she could do nothing but look around the room.

“Dash, i-is this part of the prank? I don’t know what’s happening but I can’t move, I just want to sleep, please.”

Out of the corner of her vision the silhouette of a tall mare shimmered out of the shadows.

“And sleep you shall have.”

Soft, dark wisps flowed from her ethereal body to from her mane and chilled the air around her.

“There, there, you’ve had a long night, haven’t you? Why don’t you stop all that resisting you’re doing and just relax.”

“Re… lax? But I- I can’t move. Dash is that you? This isn’t funny anymore please make it stop!”

The figure inched closer and closer to the edge of the bed, its face too murky to be seen but clear enough to feel her presence right in Pinkie’s face.

“Shhh. I’m here to liberate you, that’s all you need to know little one. You’re a restless soul in need of relaxation. Don’t fight it, let my magic take over you. Then you can sleep all you want.”

Pinkie’s dread began to melt away as the shadow hovered over her. In its place a certain warmth was taking over, a strong sense of comfort and peace.

“See, I can sense you giving in. Just take a look into my eyes, don’t you want to be pampered and taken care of for all eternity? Don’t you want to relax?”

“Relax…”

Her eyelids fought against the command, but tighter she shut them the more tense her muscles felt. She had no choice but to open them to feel that comfort she had just felt. As soon as she peeked back into the darkness of the room, the mare’s visage stared right into her. Her eye’s swirled with a vast array of colors that made Pinkie’s eyes shoot open.

The shadow mare let out a small laugh.

“Now you’re seeing things my way. Why don’t we slip off that flamingo costume you’re wearing and wear something a bit more relaxing. Something like this.”

The crinkling sound that haunted Pinkie Pie earlier returned in full force as the shadowy figure levitated a diaper from the pack tossed on the floor and rubbed it across the pony’s body.

“Relax good. Diaper relax good.”

“Good girl, there we go. Just like your costume. Every little thought you once had is like a little flamingo flying off into the horizon. Let them go off and experience all sorts of new feelings and sensations of relaxation.”

Each word the shadow spoke to her was an explosion of color in her mind. She felt her muscles ease up until they fell limp at her side, no long being held in place with by magic. Pinkie Pie was at the mercy of the mare before her, who promptly began to wrap the diaper around her waist and put her flamingo costume back on.

“Like maybe a new watering hole where they can splash around in all day. Doesn’t that sound fun, letting them get nice and wet? “

“Wet… Wet good… Wet relax.”

The mare extended a shadowy tendril against the front of Pinkie’s padding. She felt the diaper fulfill its role, growing heavier and heavier every second before it began to sag into a soggy and squishy mass beneath the ruffly feathers of the pink pony’s costume.

“Let it all out my little one, don’t think just let it all flow out of you. You’re pee, your thoughts, your control, just relax.”

Pinkie’s mouth moved to form words but all that came out were a mixture of babbles and giggles.

“Now why don’t we picture the flamingos getting muddy? How’s that sound? Feeling the relaxing sensation of mud in their feathers, not a care in the world.”

The mare’s tendrils lowered down the length of the diaper to the back. Pinkie Pie grunted as her seat begin bulge with a fresh load smushing across her rear as it fought against the firm grasp of the shadow limb.

“Yes, yes, my little one. I think you’re ready.”

The shadow mare plopped a pacifier in the complacent pony drooling on the bed.

“Now you’re all mine to love and care for. Come, my little pony, your nursery awaits.”

A doorway of light burst from the corner of the room the apparition first appeared in. She gently rocked her now cooling foal, poking and prodding at her sullied diaper, and whisked her into the shadows.