The Nightmare Night Diaperthology Vol. I

by paddedfox

Rating: mature
Tags: Cutie Mark Crusaders, Sex, Anthology, Main 6, Thriller, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish
Length: 5065

Prepare to delve into an anthology of diapered delight with a bit of a spooky pumpkin spice flavor.

THIS GAME (I mean anthology) CONTAINS DISTURBING FETISHES AND SCENES OF EXPLICIT DIAPERS AND USAGE THEREOF.

Treat yourself this Halloween to a collection of five shorter length diapers fics that'll satisfy your fetishistic sweet tooth. A little bit of everything from transformation, to hypnosis, to even a scat fic for those with particularly deviant appetites.

Oh, and don't worry, you can read them after the holidays too if you really liked them. Nobody'll judge. :twilightsmile:

Published 2018-10-27 06:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-03 05:10:46 UTC

Chapter I: Pinkie Paralysis

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.

Chapter II: The Scat Wolf

Amidst waves of rolling corn stalks, a lone orange pony swathed through the labyrinthine passageways the plants made. The the festive crowds that made there way through here were long gone, as the Nightmare Night festivities had gone on long enough for most ponies. Still, it was Applejack’s job to go venture through the cornfield maze one last time in case any stray guests lost in there.

One particular section she of the maze caused Applejack's nose to scrunch up as she approached it. The manure fields were a staple at Sweet Apple Acres and no matter how many times she had to be around it, it still made her stomach churn a bit.

Applejack wanted nothing more than to be done with the final sweep of this area and call it a night, as the place was clearly devoid of any stranded ponies, but a sudden noise caused her to hesitate from rushing past the spot. Perked her head up at the sound of rustling coming from within the corn cover.

Before she could even so much as think of investigating it, however, a massive creature had already leaped from the shadows and pinned the unaware farm pony to the ground.

Reeling from the sudden shock, the only thing she could feel was a strange substance dripping over her. As she opened her eyes, he face of a wolf like creature loomed above her, his breath like a far more rancid and concentrated version of the manure that already clouded her senses. And upon closer inspection it seemed like the whole animal was coated in layers of steaming scat. Before she could shriek from the sheer panic of it all, a thick stream of muck protruding out from the beast’s side silenced her. More tentacles joined the fray, filling every open nook and cranny they could find, from her sensitive nether regions to even her nose and ears.

Fierce gagging and convulsions seized her whole body as her senses were assaulted violently by scat. but there was no free hole with which to expunge any of the waste building within her. As much as she heaved, she couldn’t escape the scat fueled grip of the hound. The streams pouring into her pulsated as they inseminated her insides with the most foul sludge imaginable.

Just as her body looked full to burst and leaking, Applejack began to lose consciousness. She twitched as her fur coat and mane began to change in a dingy brown color not from staining, but through the wolf’s magic itself. Her very form was shifting from that of the right orange pony everyone knew and loved to a shit stained half mare half wolf amalgamation, right down to her cutie mark, which was now several hearts of varying shades of shit brown little hearts.

Applejack’s eye’s awakened to her new form. The pain and disdain from taking in all the chunky slurry morphed into undeniable twisted ecstasy and a burning lust the likes of which she’d never felt before.

She rushed to embrace the scat wolf, licking his muzzle and taking in the full bodied taste she once was repulsed by, now hungrily begin for more of the frothy mess dripping off him. Her new master fully obliged her with a liberal swapping of shit spit. The beast massaged her brown fur with his appendages, coating it so she was as messy as him.

When she had her fill for the moment, she turned and presented him with her rear, still leaking scat from earlier. He knew exactly what she craved and gladly obliged her request.

A mighty large member shaped like a solid turd unsheathed itself from the folds of slimy scat. He rammed it in all the way, causing the new Applejack to squeal in pleasure. The wolf pounded her over and over, pinning her down to the ground with his maw around her neck. Applejack cried out for more, begging for her new overlord to wreak havoc on her body and break her into her new place in life. With one last thrust he slammed his shaft deep inside her body, bursting a load of liquid shit into her ass.

The wolf slunk back into corn field and toward the manure fields, dragging his newly knotted mate right behind.

Chapter III: A Witch's Curse

Rainbow Dash blitzed through the decked out streets of Ponyville on Nightmare Night. Ponies in various costumes were nothing more than a blur to her as she sped on by to the center of town where she planned to meet the rest of her friends. And of course, she was the first one there, so early that the crowds were barely beginning to form around the various stands and events being held in the plaza.

With time to kill, the cyan trickster was already eyeing who would be the first prank of the night on the greatest night of all to play her tricks. In no time she found the perfect target, a helpless pony in a witches costume with her head fully submerged in a pale bobbing for apples.

She flew up to the sky and grabbed a grey looking cloud and gave it a smack. It crackled to life with electricity, sending a booming thunder crash reverberating through town square.

Everypony in the vicinity turned to where Rainbow Dash hovered over her victim who laid on the ground, her costume soaking wet with water and her witches dress turned inside out. Hidden under her get up was a thick diaper covered in pink frills now exposed for all to see.

“You’re not just any witch, you’re a baby witch!”

The yellow spot on front part of the diaper stood out even stronger against the white backing as well a harsh sagging in the backseat to boot. Dash noticed it and began to laugh even harder.

“And it looks like you’re more than just wet from bobbing for apples.Might want to sprinkle a little more baby powder next time, I think everyone can smell a little more than just pee!”

The humiliated witch brushed herself off of the ground and glared at Rainbow Dash muttering something the cyan mare could barely make out.

On this night come despair
Cast your gaze upon this mare
Let she learn her lesson
Lest this curse never lessen
Until she knows my pain and sorrow
Forever, on each and every morrow

A sudden gust of wind chilled the area. Rainbow Dash shivered as a slight tingle went down her spine, as if something was crawling up her back. She turned around, but nothing appeared to be there. And when she spun her head back, the witch was gone. She didn’t know what to make of it, but figured she just ran away from embarrassment. Before she could think more of it, her costume clad friends had arrived on the scene.

“Guys, guys, you just missed the most hilarious thing. There was this mare I pranked wearing a diaper and she peed it in front of everybody! Isn’t that so embarrassing, like what an absolute baby.”

Her five friends reactions were not quite what she expected. They stared blankly back at her, except for Pinkie Pie who was fighting a mad case of the giggles.

“Isn’t it funny? At least Pinkie gets it.”

At this, the party pony couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Is the pony you’re talking about by any chance, oh, I don’t know, you!”

Uncomfortable chuckles escaped the others as they awkwardly looked everywhere but the pony in front of them.

“What’s that supposed to mean, I-”

Rainbow Dash looked at herself after feeling a strange sensation around her. Her hooves were wrapped in pink booties and she could feel the ruffles of thick layers of fabric swaddling her, similar to when she let Rarity pose her in those over-the-top dresses as a favor. There was also a strip dangling off of her with a large pacifier attached as well as the crown of a bonnet peeking over her Rainbow mane. The most unsettling things about the new sensations she felt, however, were the wetness around her crotch and the thick puffiness keeping her legs apart.

“What the hay, this isn’t my costume, I was wearing a radical skeleton outfit!”

“A girly baby skeleton?”

Twilight tilted her head as she eyed the mare up and down.

“I can see the baby aspect but not the skeleton. Points for creativity though, that diaper in particular looks very realistic, don’t really see a whole lot of adult diapers with prints like that.”

The confused mare looked down at her padding and noticed that colorful pastel images of butterflies and flowers adorned her diaper, however many of them had faded away from being so heavily soaked.

Rarity snubbed her nose at the garishly pink get up.

“Yes, yes, what a very… Interesting costume choice this year Rainbow. Very different from your usual attire. But please tell me that’s lemonade or something, I do hope you didn’t really use that garment of yours.”

“I’m telling you this isn’t my costume! And I sure as hay didn’t pee in it!”

“It smells kinda real…”

Fluttershy interjected, sniffing the air.

“But oh, don’t take it the wrong way. It’s not a bad thing, it happens to us all sometimes. I- I’ve had some close calls myself, thought I can’t say I ever needed a diaper or anything… Not that it’s a bad thing Dashie. Like I said, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Rainbow Dash’s jaw dropped.

“Fluttershy, girls, I’m telling you, I’m not a baby! There was this girl dressed like a witch! It must have been her! She muttered some weird curse thing!

Just as she said that, a mother and her little filly walked past.

“Mommy, mommy! It’s that girl from earlier at the apples, look at the size of her diaper it's sagging wet!”

The mother tugged at her child gently.

“Hush, it’s not nice to stare and point like that. Now let’s go trick or treat over there, away from the strange baby mare.”

Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Ya don’t have to lie. It’s a weird get up but if that’s what ya want to be for Nightmare Night it’s fine, just be honest. And uh… If you’re gonna use those there diapers make sure ya brought spares, don’t want to stink up every house we hit.”

At this point Rainbow Dash’s heart began to feel heavy with more than just the embarrassment burning away at her. Her friends seemed to have come to terms with the state she was in, but a desperation began to take a hold of her. She wanted them to understand so badly that it wasn't what it looked like and felt unable to articulate herself at all. No one was really paying her particular mind as everyone was dressed up in silly costumes, but in to her all she could see were hundreds of eyes all over her, laughing and making fun of her. Even her friends joined in on the ridicule in her twisted mindscape.

“I’m not a baby, I swear, I’m not! I didn’t pee myself! I didn’t wet my diapee! I’m a big girl!”

Rainbow Dash fell flailing on the ground throwing a tantrum and sobbing loudly, repeating over and over that she didn’t need diapers. Now the whole square was really given something to stare at, eyeing the mare who was claiming loudly to not need the very thing she began to use even more. Her diaper was now even wetter than before, soaked to the point of leaking as the heat of her pouting and wailing caused her to lose all control.

Her friends backed away slowly, except for Fluttershy, who bravely stepped forward to do something about the wreck of a mare in front of the group. She approached her and pat her head softly.

“You girls can go on without me. You know I don’t care too much for Nightmare Night, so I don't mind missing out. I’ll take care of Dashie here and figure out what’s wrong.”

The four remaining ponies parted with Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash immediately. She was their friend, of course, but this was a bit much for them to handle, and they were sure Fluttershy could handle whatever this was, at least for tonight.

“C’mon Dashie, I think you just need someone to talk to. I think this is all just a big ‘ol cry for help or something, right? Whatever it is I’ll get to the bottom of this. I’ll make you some tea to have with some Halloween treats back at the cottage, if that’s fine with you.”

Rainbow Dash got up with Fluttershy and followed her, letting out a few sniffles and stifled whimpers as she went. Without even thinking, she plopped the pacifier hanging off the clip in her mouth.

“Fank you Momma, I sowwy. I just a big girl. I don’t need diapees”

Fluttershy blushed, taken aback but Rainbow Dash’s complete personality shift.

“Oh dear… I, um, let’s just go... ”

And with that they were off, Fluttershy hiding Dash as well as her face under her wings, thinking all the way home about what she was gonna do about this big baby now on her hooves.

Chapter IV: Potion Problems

The mirror stood tall in Rarity’s boutique, reflecting the store owner’s reflection. She poked and prodded at a massive wig rising up almost to the ceiling, making sure all was in proper for her renaissance era fashion statement. A loud pounding at the door startled her in the process, causing the powdery white hairpiece to tilt again.

“Rarity come on! Hurry it up will ya”

Rainbow Dash’s voice boomed from outside the entranced of the Ponyville Boutique.

“We gotta hurry if we’re gonna hit all the houses in town!”

“Perfection takes time, darling, I’ll be out in a minute. The more you rush me the more time it will end up taking.”

“Well whatever, I’m tired of waiting for you to get your dress looking just right. Catch up with us, we’ll be at pinkie’s place for a bit before we start.”

Rarity scoffed, continuing to prim up her towering wig.

“If anyone’s costume has to be perfect, it’s gotta be one of Ponyville’s own top fashion designer.”

Finally content with the look of the outfit, she headed down the stairs and toward the exit. The sheer amount of fabric swaddling her body combined with the massive hairpiece sent a sharp wave of heat over her from the simple short trip.

“My my, this outfit is far too hot. Beauty is pain, I can’t complain too much.”

The unfurled an elaborate fan with her magic and waved it in front of her face.

“It’s no wonder ponies carried fans like this everywhere they went when this was in style. Oh how fashion changes”

The coffee table entrance hall was littered with various swathes of fabric and miscellaneous parts of her sister and her friend’s costumes were scattered about. Rarity muttered about how she would have to remind them to clean up after themselves the next time they decide to work here. Amidst the mess, however, stood a lone bottle of tantalizing liquid fizzling about.

“Sweetie Belle really must get into the habit of finishing her food. Well, a quick sip of this is will cool my throat at least. I am glad it’s supposed to be a bit chilly tonight, even this is a bit much for me.”

As the bubbly drink made its way through her, a sudden and intense tingling sized her boy.

“That’s the last time I drink soda, that stuff really does a number on my stomach.”

Rarity made her way to the door, but before she could even think about opening the door her headed began to swirl. Her body swayed back and forth as she struggled to get a grip on the situation. She stretched out a hoof to brace herself on a wall, but it grew numb and flopped too an fro. When her eyes finally focused on it . Her scream tapered off as her face followed suit, shifting into the same limp crinkly material that was consuming the rest of her body. In a puff of smoke, the white fashionista was nowhere to be seen.

The clock ticked away the hours left in Nightmare Night in silence until the door to the boutique slammed open. The entrants were none other than the Cutie Mark Crusaders, fully clad in their particularly infantile looking costumes.

Scootaloo threw down her pale of candy in their usual living room hangout spot and began chowing down on her treats.

“Gee, this Nightmare Night’s been the best one ever! Can’t say I care about wearing this girly bonnet and dress around everywhere, but these diapers more than make up for it.”

Applebloom followed suit, her own haul poured out for inevitable scarfing to come.

“Yeah! Your costume idea was great Sweetie Belle! I never would have thought of dressing up as babies so we could buy and wear diapers in public without a care in the world.”

“Well I’m just glad we did it together. I don’t think I would have had the courage to go out like this by myself.”

Sweetie Belle scampered to join her friends, but as she cheerfully stomped forward, she stumbled on something strikingly soft and crinkly. She looked down and confirmed her suspensions on what it could have possibly been.

“Hey check this out girls, it’s a diaper!”

They rushed back up, their own diapers crinkling in response.

“Woah, this one’s huge! It looks like it could fit a grown mare!”

“Yeah, way bigger than the foal diapers we bought.”

Sweetie Belle brought it close for further examination. The diaper had royal purple train all along the edges and was adorned with various gemstones throughout. If she had to guess these were the kind that fade when wet.

“I’m gonna try it on, these look like the coolest diaper I’ve ever seen!”

Applebloom and Scootaloo ooh-ed and aww-ed at the exemplary garment they stumbled upon, but a wave of skepticism struck them in the process.

“You sure you want to just use this random diaper, I mean, what is it even doing here in the first place?”

Sweetie Bell didn’t think twice, already halfway through unfolding the newfound padding.

“Maybe Rarity left it for me for my costume and forgot to tell me. I’m sure she’d rather see me flaunt a designer diaper than these store brand diapers, even if just for my Nightmare Night costume.”

The other members of the Cutie Mark Crusaders sighed.

“Shame there ain’t two more of those for us. But I can’t say I hate these ones. I like the feel of foal diapers, their a tad on the tight side but remind me a being little.”

‘True, true. Anyways, let’s forget about our candy for now and head on upstairs for a little fun. Sweetie Belle, think your sister’ll be home soon or can we go all the way with these bad boys?”

“If she’s not home already, I imagine she’s sleeping over with the girls. It’s Nightmare Night after all, they’ll probably party so hard they’ll just crash wherever they happen to be.”

With the coast supposedly clear, the group marched up the stairs. Applebloom hesitated for a moment, staring at the table where they had been planning their costume.

“Hey girls, did you see the bottle of diaper transfiguration potion I left here. I could have sworn I left it here.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got a whole pack upstairs to play with now, we won’t have to take turns being the diapers as fun as that can be.”

Sweetie Belle gagged in audible disgust.

“Speak for yourself, Scoots, I know you and Applebloom like that stuff but everytime I try it it feels so icky and gross. Even when I turn back I can still feel all the poop on my fur so I have to shower extra hard so Rarity doesn't notice.”

“Hey, at least you’ve got that fancy new diaper to enjoy for the night. C’mon, these diapers are just begging to be used!”

They stood around each other, flanks turned so that they could rub up against each other’s rear ends and let loose what they had bottled up all night. The combined hiss pouring into the diapers was enough to be clearly heard, along with the sputtering of fresh shit about to drop into their padding. They grunted loudly as the diaper’s sagged lower and lower by the second, moaning words of encouragement as they went along, completely confident that they were all alone.

“That’s it girls, let it all out!”

“Mmm, Rainbow Dash would be so embarrassed to have Equestria's fastest diaper filler as her sidekick!”

“And Applejack would have me do chores in the manure fields to punish me for being such a bad filly. ‘Well, I reckon if ya like pooping them diapers of yours you wouldn’t mind extra doody duty.’”

“It’s so good to be so naughty! Oh, what would Rarity say, something like ‘Sweetie Belle! How dare you mess your diaper like a dumb foal! You need a firm spanking to set you straight!’ Or or ‘if you really like diapers so much that's all you’ll wear from now on, even in public!’”

Each of them giggled massaging their own diapers followed by each others, enjoying the true nature of their Nightmare Night.

A muffled sound could be heard in the room, but the crusaders carried on like normal. They were too busy basking in the glorious afterglow of their freshly soiled diaper to hear a certain pony’s choice words, as stifled as they were.

Chapter V: Role Reversal

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