Naughty, Naughty Fleur

“Are you sure you’ll be fine by yourself tonight?”

Fleur glanced up from the book she was reading, rolling her eyes as Fancy Pants. “You can be such a worrier somedays.”

“How can I not worry?” He replied, flashing her a beaming smile. “When I have such a beautiful mare to call my own?”

Fleur tittered at the praise, a hint of a blush forming on her cheeks as she bookmarked her spot in her book and set it down on the table. Walking over to the stallion, she battered her eyelashes at him as she said, “I’m a grown mare, I’ll be fine home by myself while you head off to your usual get-together with your friends. It’s not like this’ll be our first time apart, and you deserve some time to enjoy yourself.”

“But—“ Fancy Pants was silenced by a hoof pressed against his lips, followed by a quick kiss to his cheek that sent his heart all aflutter.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. Now you should probably get going if you don’t want to be late.” Turning around, Fleur teasing him with a flick of her tail against his chin. “I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Fancy Pants seemed to finally relax as he made a slow walk towards the door. As he opened it, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment and said, “Have a nice night.:

Oh, I intend to, Fleur kept to herself as she waved good bye to Fancy Pants. Once she heard the door lock behind him, she walked back towards the couch and scooped back up her book to continue reading.

Except that Fleur wasn’t interested in reading now, frequently glancing up at the clock as the minutes slowly ticked away, threatening to cause her to bubble over with excitement. After ten agonizingly long minutes, long enough that she figured Fancy Pants wasn’t coming back, she tossed her book onto the couch as she leapt off and pounded up the stairs. All the maids had gone home for the night, so Fleur’s hooves sounded like a stampede inside the empty house as she raced towards her and Fancy’s bedroom.

Throwing open the doors, Fleur headed directly for her closet and looked inside. A wall of dresses and high-end clothing lay before her, but Fleur cared only for what lay behind all that, shoving the rod aside to reveal a locked chest, hidden in the back of her closet. Fleur knew that Fancy Pants wasn’t a pony who liked to snoop into other pony’s business, it was one of the many reason she adored him afterall, so she knew it was safe to keep it there. And even if he did stumble upon it, he couldn’t open it thanks to the magical lock that was attuned to her, and only her, magical signature. Lighting up her horn, Fleur dipped her head and tapped her her against the chest, smiling at the sound of a lock clicking open.

Licking her lips in anticipation, Fleur lifted the lid open and revealed the treasure trove hidden inside. Reaching into the chest, Fleur pulled out a folded plastic square, the plastic crinkling as she brought it up to her nose and took a whiff. She moaned as the smell filled her nostrils, before unfolding the item to reveal what could only be a very large, and very thick diaper, large enough to fit a grown mare like herself.

Setting the diaper down in the middle of the floor, Fleur made a quick trip into the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of foal powder from beneath the sink. Giggling with excitement, Fleur returned to the folded diaper and wiggled her bottom onto the plastic garment, sighing as her plot sunk into the padding. Threading her tail through the hole in the back, Fleur leaned back as she levitated the bottle of foal powder and sprinkled a generous helping over her mare hood. Once she was satisfied, she set the bottle back down before pulling the front up nice and tight and taping it place.

Giggling as she got back to her hooves, Fleur strolled around the room with elegance of a model walking down the runaway, the sheer thickness of the diaper giving her a pronounced waddle. Stopping infant of her full-sized mirror, Fleur admired her diapered rear. “Mmm, mmm, don’t you look amazing, girl!” As she admired her reflection, she could already feel a slight tingle forming between her legs.

No, that’s for later… Having planned for tonight, Fleur exited the bedroom and head downstairs towards the kitchen, unafraid of her diapered state being seen thanks to the thick curtains drawn across every window. Making her way into the kitchen, Fleur settled on making herself a simple bowl of oatmeal, making sure to add in a special ingredient to the mix to ensure some fun later. After several minutes, Fleur carried the bowl of warm oatmeal over to the table and settled down to eat.

Sometime later, Fleur laid back in her seat as she patted her now full belly. She couldn’t eat another bite, but there was still a good amount of oatmeal left in her bowl. Initially, Fleur considered just throwing it out, when a mischievous idea wormed its way into her head. Pushing the bowl closer and closer to the edge of the table, Fleur giggled as she gave it one final push and sent the bowl tumbling off the table and slamming onto the ground with a thunderous crash.

Fleur smiled as she admired her hoofwork. The bowl was still intact thanks to being such high quality, but the oatmeal had splattered all over the floor and walls, leaving a gooey mess behind.

In her head, Fleur imagined a tall figure towering over her, their mouth creased with anger. Fleur! Bad Fleur! Look at the mess you’ve made!

Fleur simply stuck out her tongue at the imaginary figure, looking quite pleased with herself.

Now you’ve done it! You know the rules: bad fillies who waste food get ten smacks!

Hopping down from her seat, Fleur imagined being dragged along by her hoof as she walked back upstairs. As she ascended the steps, she felt her belly churn and let out a loud grumble that made her smile. The laxatives I added seem to be working just like I planned…

Walking back into the bedroom, Fleur returned to the chest and pulled out a pair of items: a ballgag and a large wooden paddle, perfect for disciplining a misbehaving filly like herself.

Now you stay right there! The imaginary figure commanded. I’ll be right back.

But Fleur had no intention of standing still, instead prancing happily around the room as her stomach grumble more and more with each bounce. Fleur gasped slightly as she felt her stomach begin to churn, indicating that the time had finally come.

Showtime. With the same mischievous grin on her face as before, Fleur raised her diapered behind in the air and began to push, grunting as she felt the laxatives work their magic. In her fantasy, she pictured the stallion returning to the room just in time to hear her grunt loudly, looking at her with a harried expression on their face as they realized what was about to happen.. Fleur, are you… stop that right now!

But Fleur couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, and she most certainly did not want to stop. Her tail flagged up as her sphincter fully relaxed and let loose a stream of fresh manure into the seat of Fleur’s diaper. Fleur was in utter heaven as she felt herself let go, the tingling in her loins only growing more intense. Just when it seemed like the diaper wouldn’t be able to handle the mudslide of manure the flow finally stopped, leaving Fleur standing in sagging, very messy diaper. To further add to her already building excitement, Fleur plopped her butt down onto the ground and smushed the mess against her coat, loving every minute of it as the imaginary stallion demanded she stop.

Eventually, Fleur finally stopped smushing her used diaper as she stood back up on wobbling legs, lifting up the paddle and ballgag in her magic. “I’ve been a veeerrry naughty pony…” she teased seductively as she wiggled her sagging diaper at the imaginary stallion. “… and I need to be punished…”

“You certainly do, my dear.”

Fleur’s heart skipped a beat as a familiar voice made itself known, the paddle and gag dropping to the floor as her magic cut out. Praying that she was wrong, Fleur slowly turned around to find Fancy Pants standing in the doorway, his face a neutral mask as she realized with horror that he would have been able to have see everything from where he was standing.

“Fancy! … Why… How… I can… this… this isn’t what it looks like!” Fleur cried out as she desperately tried to think of something she could say to get her out of this moment.

“Really?” Fancy Pants replied, his face showing no emotion as he took a step into the room. “Because from where I’m standing it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Fleur wanted nothing more than for a hole to open up and swallow her whole, it would have been better than what she was sure was about to happen. Fancy Pants would know doubt tell her just how disgusted he was and kick her out, but not before making sure everypony in Canterlot… no, in Equestria knew just how much of a disgusting and disturbed pony she was! Her career and her life would be ruined, and she’d end up along and forgotten on the streets of Canterlot like the trash she was!

“Fancy Pants, I—Mpphh!” Fleur was unprepared when she felt the ballgag pop into her mouth, the straps reaching across her face and locking closed against her neck to ensure she couldn’t take it out. What… Fleur mumbled behind the gag.

“It’s just like you said,” Fancy Pants suddenly said, Fleur’s eye widening when she saw he was carrying the paddle next to him in his magic. “You’ve been a veeerrry naughty filly and you need to be punished.”

Fleur was left stunned as Fancy Pants slowly walked around her, making sure to wave the paddle in front of his face as he stopped behind her, giving him a perfect view of her sagging diaper. “I think ten smacks should be enough, don’t you?”

Is… is this for real? Fleur wondered, unable to fully grasp that her fantasy was actually about to happen. Is he really going to—

Fleur was unprepared for the first spank, moaning behind her gag as she felt the paddle smack against her diaper with a loud whap!

“That’s one…”

Before she had barely had time to register the first hit, the paddle came down again on her behind, causing her to moan even louder as her sex cried out for release.

“Oh no! Naughty fillies aren’t allowed to finish until their punishment is done!” Fancy Pants commanded. “You better hold it in, or I’ll add even more smacks to the count!’

In no position to refuse, Fleur weakly nodded her head as she tried to hold it in. Again and again the paddle came down on her rear, smushing the mess into her coat even more as her legs wiggled like jelly beneath her. By the eighth hit, Fleur’s front hooves proved unable to support her as she flopped down onto the floor, her diapered plot still raised in the air.

“That’s eight. Almost done…”

Fleur barely heard him as her mind became muddled with ecstasy, pushed to the very edge as the ninth spank resounded against her diaper.

“That’s nine. Just one more and then you can let go…”

With a mighty swing, the paddle came down onto Fleur’s behind like a bolt of lightning from the sky, finally pushing Fleur over the edge as she exploded into her diapers, her lustful moans muffled by the gag in her mouth. After several moments, Fleur was finally spent as she panted for breath.

“There. Such a good girl you’ve been, taking your punishment like you should.” Walking back around the now exhausted Fleur, Fancy Pants smiled warmly as he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Now, I suspect you should be more than capable of cleaning up by yourself, am I right?”

Still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, Fleur weakly nodded.

“Good! I’m going to retire to the guest room for tonight, busy day tomorrow. We’ll discuss this more in the morning, just remember…” Leaning down, Fancy Pants kissed her again on the forehead before whispering into her ear, “Daddy loves you.”

Fleur could do nothing but lay there as Fancy Pants left the room, her mind still rattled from what had just transpired. After several minutes, Fleur was finally able to work up the strength to get back on her hooves and waddle into the bathroom. Undoing the tapes, her diaper fell to the ground with a loud thud as Fleur worked to wrap the diaper up in itself and dispose of it before hopping into the shower.

As the warm water poured over her body, Fleur’s mind was a flurry of thoughts, most them bad. Still, Fancy Pants had seemed fine with it if he was willing to participate, so that was good sign, right?

After washing away all evidence of her diapered night, Fleur dried herself off and returned to the kitchen to clean up the spilled oatmeal and put the bowl in the sink to be washed later. Now starting to feel how utterly fatigued she was, Fleur dragged herself back to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed without even bothering to climb under the covers and was fast asleep seconds later.