Author's Note

This is probably the foulest thing I've put on here yet.

So I hope the depraved few who venture on enjoy it , there's more to come.

Gabriella the Giraffe Droops on Stage!

“Special delivery!”

Trixie’s cottage shook violently at the vigorous pounding on her her front door. The showboating showpony wobbled as she made her way to answer the door, both from the swaying of her home and the thick layer of padding swaddled around her rear end.

She pulled open the door letting a overly cheery looking griffon’s claw banging at the air for a few seconds.

“Gabby, what a complete surprise. I didn’t expect you to get here so soon.”

“What can I say, speed is what we're all about at the United Griffon Postal Service. And the faster I fly, the more ponies I can help!”

She procured a sizable parcel from her mail sack.

“Got another one of your usual shipments.”

Gabby handed it to her and slung the now her now empty bag over her shoulder.

“Here you go! Sorry to jet, but I’ve gotta pick up another load of packages to deliver.”

Perfect, now Trixie won’ have to feel bad about denying some poor pony their mail…

As the cheery griffon thrust out her wings, Trixie laid the package down on the floor of her cottage rifled through her belongings on a nearby table.

“Before you go, allow Trixie to give you a little tip for all that hard work you do…”

She pulled out what seemed like an especially well polished bit from a stray coin pouch and spun it on the flat of her hoof.

Gabby reached out for it in an act of pure instinct, but her hand slowly froze in place as she began to gaze into the rotating coin.

“You know, they say griffon’s will do anything for a bit.”

Her feathery appendages retracted as she sat in place and let her head tilt quizzically.

“Trixie can’t blame them. After all, look at how they sparkle and spin. You can even hear the faint whistling of metal droning on and on and on. You could just stare at a single bit for hours upon hours, losing track of all sense of time and place. You’re mind melting into a mushy pile of obedience.”

Gabby’s began to sway in place as her eye’s struggled to keep up with it’s pace. Her pupils began to swirl and dilate rapidly,

Trixie stopped the coin with a flourish, then after waving in front of her she flipped the coin to the stunned and stunted griffon.

Gabby’s first response was to nibble on it to ensure it’s authenticity, but, much to her delight, it wasn’t an actual bit, but a chocolate disc wrapped in faux gold. She scooped it out of its aluminum coating with her beak and chewed hungrily, carelessly letting beads of slobber and melted cocoa dribble out of her mouth and onto her feathers.

“Looks like someone needs a bib. C’mon, Trixie has plenty more treats where that came from.”

She grabbed Gabby by the hoof, who simply flopped in the general direction she was pulled towards as she chirped to herself. Trixie set her down by her bed and dragged the package her now brain drained mail-griffon had brought.

The cardboard flaps of the box Gabby brought with her folded open to reveal an assortment of pastel colored goodies. Trixie navigated through the contents, selecting two abnormally large bibs, even to big for a pony such as herself. She wrapped one around the griffon’s neck and let it dangle.

“Good thing you brought everything we’ll need to take care of you and your playmate. Cost me the last of my money, but with the show I just booked I’m going to be set for a while.”

She coaxed her to the ground and and began plopping chocolate coin after chocolate coin in her mouth. The griffon simply giggled away, already wearing out her new bib with spiddle and specs of food. Each treat add to her growing collection in her tummy drew her further and further away from the fleeting light of intelligence and and free thought that hung in her mind, while the desire for more and more chocolate bits infinitely larger.

“Now let Trixie change you into something far more suiting a stupid little thing like yourself.”

Trixie handed Gabby a large colorful book. As she opened it, colorful cutouts of different animals popped up.

“Pick your favorite and Trixie’s treats will do the rest.”

The griffon flipped through the pages, giggling and letting more drool bubble out of her as she looked at each critter. As she neared the end, a giraffe with a neck stretching way up high made Gabby cheer and coo even louder as she stuck her hind paw in her mouth.

“Hmm, a bit on the tall side, but I think you’ll still fit in here.”

Trixie fed her the last of the enchanted chocolate, which began a reaction throughout Gabby’s body. Slowly, beginning with her appendages, morphed into a diapered up depiction of the cartoon giraffe smiling back at Gabby.

“There we go, now Trixie can add Gabriella the Giraffe to her lineup.”

Gabriella stupidly let her long neck droop and flop about as she test out her new body. Grey spots dotted her white body while the various contours of her from were hugged by ruffly fabric and smooth plastic.

“Trixie hopes your not full yet, I’ve got some special chocolate for your to enjoy.”

With a magical flick of her horn the showpony floated in a visibly used diaper from her pail and a comically large baby bottle housing a faintly yellow liquid sloshing about from her fridge. The tapes to the soiled padding lifted off the plastic surface, unfurling the balled up undergarment and revealing a massive slurry of feces.

Gabriella the Giraffe chomped away at the mounded delight presented before her. Flecks of poop were flung about, almost as if she was trying to be the messiest eater she possibly could. As she ate away at the feast of waste, her long neck slowly grew more and more stained until the diaper looked almost as good as new if you ignore it’s puffed up innards.

With her meal done, Trixie plopped the bottle into her longed neck captive, who eagerly washed her meal away with chilled piss. The aged urine left an even more intense taste and smell, but nonetheless it drained out of the bottle and down Gabriella’s gullet in the blink of an eye.

“Eat up, Gabriella. You’re gonna want to be big and strong like Tigerbright for the show.”

As she soon ran out of pee to swallow, Gabriella began to suck up whatever diaper juice laid dormant in the absorbent fibers of the diaper. Trixie petted her new pet, the sound of her slurping resounding like a symphony to her ears.

“Good, good girl. Now, why doesn’t Trixie let you get accustomed to some of the more titillating aspects of your new and improved self.”

Trixie opened the door to her trailer’s bathroom, out of which crawled out a the crinkly purple tiger that once was her dear friend, Starlight Glimmer. Her time as a diaper pet, however, has had some noticeable changes to her body since first transformed.

Instead of having that white undercoat that she started out with, or even a slightly stained one for that matter, she appeared to be now a deep brown that hung off her belly like the heaviest of balled up diapers that hand been left in the trash too long. She let out a mighty belch as if she were trying to roar, letting a pungent stench permeate into the cottage.

“Whose mommy Trixie’s favorite toilet?”

She pat her pet’s head, who greeted her with sloppy wet kisses.

“You are, yes yes it’s you, Trixie’s favorite little poopy head.”

Tigerbright managed to wiggle her tongue into Trixie’s mouth, who didn’t fight the kitty’s advances at all. She let the soggy thing fill the inside of her mouth with the filth residue that her tiger had no doubt been noshing on earlier.

“How delightfully disgusting of you. Now while Trixie could clean Tigebright with a little spell, it’d be much funner to wait until before the show to start fresh.”

Trixie led Tigerbright’s attention to Gabriella, who still in a daze drooling darkened piss.

“Go on and show our new friend the joys of being a diaper critter.”

Tigerbright pinned Gabriella to the ground, then sauntered up past her neck and locked lips with her as she did with her master just now.

The putrid purple tiger began to heave in a manner reminiscent of a cat hacking up a hairball. With one last push, a torrent of digested shit flushed out of her crinkly body and into and onto Gabriella. Her whole face was now covered in viscous golden brown fluid that seemed to mimic vomit complete with chunks of crap, which her bib did little to help mop up. The giraffe guzzled the mess so rancid that even Trixie couldn’t help stifle a gag as she watched seated from her bed without so much as a bat of her ruffled eyelashes.

The light blue pony laid back in her bed as she eyed the two crinkle critters raunchy revelry. Her hoof couldn’t help but wander down by her padding in which her thick marecock laid resting. It didn’t take long for her to let her body go, filling up every nook and cranny of her diaper with a load of shit and heavy dosage of piss while her eyes remained glued to the show unfolding before her.

Gabriella simply sucked up everything that came her way, craning her neck to get at the liquid puddle around her. Her body grew fuller and fuller, just like her predator friend perched above her with each gulp she let slide down her elongated neck.. Tigerbright kept up her purge, letting the several days worth of disgust built up within her out onto her new mate. The once griffon letting it all hit her like tidal waves crashing on jetties and absorbing as much of it as she could. Thick globs of the expulged fluid dripped off of Tigerbright’s maw, panting as she was exhausted and slightly emptier from her excessive vomiting.

The two ruffle trimmed plastic stink beasts went back to kissing as their bodies sloshed and crinkled in response to lustfull cuddling.

Out of the corner of Trixie’s eye, who of course had her hoof stroking away at the front of her diaper and on the verge of a glorious climax, saw the door creak open.

“What in the world is with that stink, Trixie? I’m not sure if you let of a stink bomb as part of some skit for one of your shows, but how’s dragon supposed to enjoy ice cream if there's a stench this bad coming from...”

Trixie froze as she came in her saggy diaper while staring at Spike the dragon as her two pets went about their business licking each other clean in the slight pool of upchucked fecal grime that had accumulated beneath them.