Poofer Ponies

Just as Twilight and her group followed Trixie into the Splash Mountain, Rainbow and Pinkie stepped out of the haunted ride, Rainbow glancing over her shoulder nervously ever few seconds, her now white and plushy wings flapping uselessly with loud crinkling and the yellow plush around her hind legs making her stalk a bit stiffly.

Pinkie on the other hoof was already shaking off the effects of the scares again. "Wow, that was a lot of scary fun. Don't you think so, Dashie?"

Rainbow jumped a bit, then tried to pretend she hadn't. "Huh? O-oh, yeah, lots of fun. Not like I'm a scaredy chick who'd get seriously scared by that stuff." She looked around again.

Pinkie giggled. "You sure? Because you sure seem jumpy, and back there I swear you almost laid an egg."

Rainbow blushed. "Well, I didn't. And I'm not jumpy, I'm careful. You know, because we could get into an ambucawk!" She flapped her wings a bit, looking around before calming down again.

Pinkie giggled, then froze and sniffed the air. There was a cartoonish sound effect and suddenly she was standing over at a stall, drooling over the rows of sweets and carnival food.

The vendor smiled down at her, a pony in a huge plush grey elephant suit that almost bumped into things whenever she moved. "That was some impressive speed you put on back there. You go through a whole lot of food if you move like that all the time." She grinned and leaned back against a counter on two legs, showing her rather large plush belly and bouncing it up and down slowly.

“We~ll… I wouldn't say no to a pastry!” Pinkie admitted, watching the belly bounce absently. “Or ten! Ooh, ten pastries… no, ten pastries at once!”

“You might be in luck!” the elephant-suited pony said. “Is this your first visit to the park?”

“Yep!” Pinkie confirmed. “That's me, first time visitor!”

“Well, you're our nine thousand, six hundred and seventy third first visitor!” the pony told her with a smile. “That means you win a special all-you-can-eat buffet, until you ask for the same food twice!”

Pinkie's eyes went very round.

“Did you hear that, Dashie?” she asked, as Dash came nervously up to follow her while trying as hard as possible to pretend she wasn't nervous. “All I can eat so long as I keep asking for different food!”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Dash asked. “It might be a trap or something… you know, trying to pull the feathers over your eyes?”

Pinkie shrugged, then turned back to the stall runner. “I'd like… an apple tart! Then a banana tart, and then a cream tart – ooh, and a chocolate torte, and a butter croissant, and – hey, do other kinds of croissant not count as doubles?”

“Of course they don't count as doubles,” she was told, and the pink party pony grinned with a squeak sound.

Pinkie's orders continued for at least another minute, and by the time she was done the elephant pony had piled a plate high with food. When she put it down on the counter the thump it made caused Dash to jump, wings flapping uselessly, before she subsided and blushed.

Pinkie drooled a little at the big pile of pastries, before blinking and blushing a bit. "You know, I can't believe I'm saying that but, maaaaybe I ordered just a little more than I can actually eat there." She looked over the pile again, giving a sad pout at the thought of possibly not being able to eat all of the delicious treats.

The vendor giggled, bouncing her belly a little more. "Don't be silly. The faster you move, the more food do you need to eat to keep up your energy. And I'm sure you move fast when eating too, don't you? So that means the more you eat, the more food do you need~"

"Yeah..." Pinkie stared at the grey plush belly and nodded her head along with it for a moment before shaking it off. "Wait, no. That doesn't sound–"

Her thought was interrupted when the vendor stretched out her suit's trunk, blowing a loud toot right in Pinkie's ear so loudly that it drowned out all other thoughts and whipped them along out her left ear.

Pinkie froze, drooling and staring ahead with glassy eyes. "Uh... What was I...?"

"You were thinking about which food to start with. I recommend the chocolate-walnut pie." The vendor smiled encouragingly, sliding a complete pie a bit forward from the pile with her trunk.

“Oh, of course!” Pinkie realized, and picked up the pie with both hooves. She contemplated it for a moment, then opened her mouth and ate the whole thing at once.

Chewing and tasting the lovely chocolate-and-nut flavour, she beamed, before swallowing it down and picking up the next pastry treat – this one an apple turnover.

Dash blinked as Pinkie started to eat down pie after pie after pie. “Um… don't you think you should slow down a bit? I don't think this is...”

“But eating fast means I need energy!” Pinkie explained. “And I need energy, so I'm eating fast!”

She stopped talking at that point, drawn in by the lure of a pastry-wrapped chocolate fudge brownie, and Dash shook her head.

“No,” the pegasus tried again. “I mean-”

“Are you sure you don't want something to eat?” the stall operator asked, making Dash jump and squawk.

“N-no,” Dash replied, once she'd calmed down enough to answer. “I'm… I already ate.”

“Then at least a drink,” the elephant-suited pony suggested. “Perhaps some hot chocolate?”

Dash glanced over at Pinkie, who seemed set on eating a quite sizeable chunk of the pastry pile, then decided she probably wasn't going to have anything else to do for a bit. “Sure.”

The stall operator smiled widely and turned around, bending over to get a big mug and humming as she flounced her big padded grey rump up and down right in front of their faces. There was a small cloud of steam and a soft glowing light before she turned back to them, putting a huge mug of steaming hot chocolate in front of Rainbow Dash.

Dash blushed and looked at the large mug nervously for a moment before cautiously grabbing it and bringing it up to take a small sip.

She blinked then hummed and licked her beak lips before taking another sip, then another and finally gulping down the hot chocolate almost as fast as Pinkie was eating.

She finally set her empty mug down, rubbing her stomach with a plush wing as a warm, comfortable feeling spread through it.

"Can I have another one?" Dash smiled and sat back like a roosting bird, feeling almost not nervous for the first time since the haunted ride. She felt warm and relaxed, had chocolate taste in her mouth, the elephant lady was nice and Pinkie was obviously enjoying herself. Dash giggle-clucked as she saw her friend's plush stomach grow bigger and puffier, starting to push her forelegs apart a little just like their padding did their hindlegs.

It was a little hard to tell just how long they stayed at the stall, feeling warm and fuzzy from the food and drink.

Pinkie's pile of pastries diminished, and as it did her pink puffy suit puffed up and expanded until it was covering most of her torso and all four legs – along with a big crinkly diaper bulge, crowned by a poofy double-size rendition of her tail.

Eventually, however – and too soon for Pinkie's preference – the last of the pastries was gone. She polished it off with a gulp, then looked sadly at the crumb-covered plate.

“Awww...” she sighed. “It's a pity there's not more...”

“Well, there are still some foods you've not named yet,” the elephant-suited pony coaxed.

As Pinkie was about to think up a new list, however, there was a loud woosh as water plumed up from one of the nearby rides. Dash dropped her latest mug of cocoa in surprise, letting it spill over the cobbles, and they both stared as Trixie – in attire just as crinkly as she'd been before – waddled past at speed.

The suited-up unicorn went past them without paying them any attention, and Dash fought the urge to hide behind Pinkie as Trixie went off towards a large tent with an oddly mirrored sign to describe it.

“Girls!” Twilight called, and this time Dash did hide behind Pinkie for a moment before emerging again and blushing. “Quick, Trixie's that way – after her!”

Pinkie and Dash waddled into motion, waving goodbye to the elephant-ish stall pony, and fell in behind Twilight, Dash, Fluttershy and Spike.

“What's going on?” Dash asked, panting to keep up as she waddled her way to the front of the group. “Was that Trixie again?”

“That's right!” Twilight agreed, slowing a little. “She's trying to get away, but we need to catch her!”

“Hey, no problem here,” Dash replied with a chuckle, then looked around. “Uh… we don't have to go off by ourselves, do we?”

“No, but we'll need to try and find her in the hall of mirrors,” Twilight replied.

She slowed further, looking at the sign. “Let's see, it says… it says...”

Twilight's voice trailed off for a few seconds. Dash followed her gaze to see what it said, and she went a bit blank as well.

The five ponies and one dragon all looked at the sign for a long moment, before Pinkie bumped into the rest of them and broke their concentration.

“Sorry,” Twilight said, shaking her head. “I… yeah. It was something about… showing your true reflection?”

Shrugging, she crinkled her way through the flap into the tent, the others following her.

“This one's funny,” Spike said, wiggling his butt in front of it. The mirror-Spike wiggled his butt as well, bringing it in and out of the distorted area and making his diaper seem to grow huge every time it went to the left.

“Spike, we need to focus,” Twilight chided. “Now-”

“-ah!” Dash yelped. “Something moved!”

Twilight looked round, then sighed. “It's just Fluttershy, Dash. Her plaid diaper just caught the light in one of the mirrors.”

Dash blushed and shuffled away from the mirror in question, chuckling. "I, uh... I knew that. Was just a bit on edge, you know."

Fluttershy scuffed a hoof against the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry if I scared you, Rainbow. I'll try to be more careful."

"You did not scare me!" Rainbow huffed and pouted cutely, looking away as she waddled deeper into the maze. "I was just... hey, where'd the others go?"

"Rainbow Dash? Fluttershy? Pinkie, did you see where- ack!" Twilight fell down onto her rump with a puff of foal powder, rubbing her nose as she glared at the mirror she'd thought was Pinkie Pie. Pinkie's reflection was already gone, now only her own remaining. She blushed a bit as the glass seemed to wobble, the thick padding between her hind legs seeming even bigger than it already was.

She shook herself and stood up, blinking in confusion as it was a lot harder to move than before, her hind legs spread apart by the thick padding. "What the... did my diaper get bigger?" She tried to get a good look at it over her shoulder, waddling several small circles before she noted her reflections doing the same and stopped. How silly of her, she could just use one of the mirrors to check... if only they would stop waddling in circles.

Twilight considered frowning, but instead found herself giggling at the silly mirror Twilights. Weren't mirrors supposed to do the same thing she did? Or was she supposed to do what the mirrors did. She began waddling in circles again experimentally, head starting to swim and get dizzy as she watched her reflections pass by over and over, surrounding her and all spinning in place as well.

Twilight wasn't quite sure how long she circled, feeling like just one Twilight in a whole sea of Twilights, doing what the other Twilights did because there were so many of them and just one of her.

Occasionally, she thought she saw one of them saying something, or holding up a sign, but it was so easy to get mixed up between one Twilight and another! She thought one of the signs said 'crinklemage', but it was hard to be certain…

When she finally felt too dizzy to keep going, she staggered backwards a few paces and fell back onto her rump. That produced a loud crinkly sound, and she giggled – looking down at her crinkly suit, which just looked like a bigger and crinkly version of her that the real her was hidden in!

That thought made her shake her head, trying to regain control of her thoughts. The other Twilights in the mirrors all seemed to be doing the same, now, and she wondered if she'd imagined them all moving differently. So she shrugged, and got to her hooves again.

It seemed like there was a white diaper across her rump. She didn't remember that from before, but looking at herself in the mirror it made an odd kind of sense – it was as if the suit was her as a foal, perhaps.

Twilight wondered why it made sense, then decided it would be better to try and find the others – or Trixie!

That was right, she had to find Trixie, and stop her from getting away with a spell! Perhaps a spell to make her diaper puff up – no, that was a stupid idea, why was it the first one she'd come up with…

"Mahahahah!"

A long and boastful laugh echoed around the mirrors, prompting Twilight to move again. A flash of blue gave her a direction, leading her left, then right and around deeper into the maze.

She rounded another mirror to spot the diaper-witch, facing off against one of the mirror Twilights. Both lit their horn and there was a flash as their spells clashed, giving Twilight an impression of her own reflection getting hogtied in a magical rope that dangled her from thin air like a baby bouncer.

She blinked the spots from her eyes and looked again, seeing only her own reflection looking just like her. Another turn, another flash, this time bringing the quick image of Trixie's magic puffing up her padding to triple the size. Twilight felt a jolt behind her and stumbled a bit, stopping to look back but only seeing the reflections of her big padded butt.

She shook the spots out of her eyes again and started to waddle after Trixie once more, flash after flash leaving her dizzy and with more pictures in her head.

Trixie making her jump through a hoop, only for her diaper to get stuck halfway through.

Trixie sawing her into three parts, only to take away the middle part and put her back together, somehow leaving her the size of a foal.

Trixie swinging a pocket watch to make her act like a chicken.

Trixie bound in a big diaper under a thick pink onesie, inflated paw-shaped mittens and booties, a magic suppressor and a pacifier gag, disappearing under a quilt only to walk in from the side and pull the quilt off of Twilight now in her place…

Twilight tried to ignore the images and imagery the mirrors were showing her, but somehow each one seemed to sort of hang around in her head – just an echo, a memory, but the echoes and memories put together seemed to add up to something much more.

It was hard to concentrate, or to be more precise it was hard to concentrate on the important thing – finding Trixie and giving her a taste of her own medicine!

No, not that – finding Trixie and padding her up? Finding Trixie and making her into a poofy squirrel?

Twilight shook her head. She was looking for Trixie because Trixie might have answers! That was right!

She turned a corner, and caught a sight of Trixie just vanishing around the next corner! Encouraged, she waddled faster, and the reflections on either side waddled with her.

Every few feet one mirror gave way to the next, and the image of her changed a little. It was Twilight as a foal, then Twilight dressed up as a damsel in distress and running away from a big toy dragon, then Twilight toddling to the front of the room to accept her Most Padded qualification at Magic Kindergarten…

Distracted as she was by the incredibly-real-seeming images, Twilight missed perhaps the most important thing about them – the pattern she should have caught, but didn't.

On each mirror, the soft lavender plush of her suit was thicker and more complete. Until, by the time she turned the corner, it covered every inch of her coat from her tail to her muzzle.

Twilight made it around the corner and froze, suddenly face to face with Trixie. She stumbled backwards in surprise, tripping and landing on the diaper her plushy Twilight suit was wearing. Trixie snickered openly, causing ~~a small tantrum~~ anger to flare up in her and giving her the push to get back to her padded plush hooves with a defiant glare.

"Your days of villainy are over, Trixie! Now everypony will see once and for all who the greatest Crinklemage is!"

Trixie smirked and raised an eyebrow, drawing her magical ~~rattle~~ wand and shaking it in the air. "You really think you can beat the Great and Powerfoal Trixie?" Her magic brightened a bit, making the spiral on the rattle sparkle and spin slowly.

"Of course I can! You will never... get away... Oooh..." Twilight trailed off, sitting down again as her eyes locked onto the rattle. She lifted her plush hooves, making cute little grabby motions towards it. "Can I... Can I have...?"

Trixie giggled, waving her wand a little faster. "You want this, Sparkle-butt? If you're a good foal who does everything Trixie says, she might let you play with it."

Twilight nodded slowly, head moving left and right to follow the wand. "Wanna play... Do everything..."

"Twilight? Did you find any s-scary villains? B-because I could totally take them, you know?"

"Curses!" Trixie stomped her hoof, spinning around and taking the wand with her as she galloped away from Rainbow's voice and towards the exit. "This isn't over, Sparkle!"

"Twilight? Pinkie Pie? Anyone?" Spike looked around, carefully moving between the endless mirrors, or what he assumed were mirrors. As he went they had put on more and more layers of dust, until he wasn't even able to make out more than the barest hints of his own reflection. "Yeesh, this place is a mess…"

As he kept waddling through the dust-choked mirrors, Spike occasionally saw a little flicker of light on one or another of them. It was almost impossible to tell, but Spike was fairly sure that they had to just be more hints of his own reflection – almost lost in the dust, despite the surprisingly strong lighting.

It occurred to Spike that he couldn't see very much, because of the dusty mirrors, but that if they were clean he'd be able to see better – because he'd be able to look in the mirrors and see what was around a corner. That seemed totally sensible and not at all self defeating and confusing, so he started to look around for something he could use to clean with.

Almost immediately, a feather duster caught his eye. He picked it up, flourishing it, and blinked in confusion for a moment at the loud rattling sound – then shrugged it off, and got to cleaning.

The first mirror he picked was cleaned in moments as he shook his ~~rattle~~ feather duster over it, sending dust flying into the air, and Spike gasped for a moment before sneezing.

The blast of air and green flame caught a second mirror, making it vanish, and Spike blushed – hoping the mirror hadn't gone anywhere important – before getting back to work.

All the dust in the air might have been a problem, but it didn't seem to be landing back on the mirrors. Spike wasn't a hundred percent sure, but that was probably because of static electricity or something – it was certainly landing on him, but it was an oddly pleasant kind of dust.

It smelled almost like foal powder, and for a moment Spike looked down – he could have sworn his diaper didn't look like that – but a glimpse of himself in the most recently cleared mirror reminded him he had work to do!

It didn't take long for him to figure out a pattern to the mirrors he cleaned: each clean mirror revealed another part of his reflection, starting with just him and his feather duster, but slowly adding the first traces of a pink skirt and pink and white top.

Part of him wondered if cleaning one mirror shouldn't have been enough to see his full reflection, but the more he thought about that (while dusting off more mirrors of course), the sillier did that idea seem. Looking back, all the previous reflections seemed fuzzy and blurry compared to the most recent one, like they were covered in layers of dust... Surely that meant that he was getting clearer reflections each time, not that his memories were getting blurry.

By now his skirt and top had merged into a pink and white maid's dress, but that was not all. He had gotten a pair of cute soft pink booties with plush heels to make them look like a maid's high heels without actually forcing him to stumble around on heels, making a silly squeak every time he stepped down on them; his claws were covered in pink mittens, both lined with a bit of Velcro so he didn't accidentally drop his ~~rattle~~ feather duster or any other ~~toys~~ cleaning supplies; his dress had turned shiny and rubbery, inflating with a little bit more air with each mirror he cleaned, just like the big bib and the bonnet he was wearing, the latter declaring him a "CRINKLE-MAID" in big colorful letters while the former said "The best at dry and soggy cleaning" in a flowing script with a little heart over the i.

However, before he could get a 'full' look at himself he hit a snag, all the shaking of his ~~rattle~~ duster doing nothing to get the mirrors cleaner. A quick look confirmed that it was simply too dusty to take anymore. But where could he clean it off without making a new mess to clean up?

Thinking about it as hard as he could, idly shaking his ~~rattle~~ duster, Spike looked at his mostly-complete reflection – then came to a realization.

Of course! There was somewhere he could put the dust so it was out-of-sight, and out-of-sight was out-of-mind! So nopony would mind about it any more!

He pulled up the skirt of his dress, and pulled open the front of his diaper, and began shaking all the ~~foal powder~~ dust out into the diaper. It shimmered and glittered as it fell in, making his diaper get bigger and tighter and puffier, and it felt just right – as it should, because that was exactly how he'd been trained to clean things up!

Spike did want to be a good maid, so he knew he had to do it like this because that was the right way to do things. The logic was hard to argue with (if only because it was hard to concentrate on in the first place) and every shake of the ~~rattle~~ duster made him more sure he was doing just the right thing.

As he got all the dust out of the way, the reflection got clearer – clear enough that, looking closely, Spike could just about see a faint swirl in the eyes of the reflection! He leaned forwards, still shaking and looking, and the spiral got stronger the more he focused on it – a clear sign he was doing the right thing, cleaning just like a dragon maid should.

“Oh, dear...” Fluttershy said softly, looking around and seeing all of the other 'her's around her – making her wince.

When she was in her normal super-hero-ing costume, she could handle being out in the open, being looked at by lots of eyes – because she knew it helped, it was for the good of Maretropolis. But like this, with a silly tartan diaper… even knowing all the mirror images were just her, it was still something that made her uneasy.

She didn't want to stand out, too much, but whenever she looked up all the eyes were on her.

She was so preoccupied that she tripped over, stumbling for a few steps before flopping down on her rump with a loud and startling parp!

The parp echoed throughout the room she was in, and she saw all the other plaid-diapered Fluttershys landing on their diapers as well and producing loud parp sounds at the same time.

The sound was oddly enticing, in a way she couldn't quite put words to, and she almost wanted to try again… but that was silly, wasn't it?

But all the other plaid-diapered ponies were doing it, so it would be standing out more to not do it...

Something about that logic sounded strange to her, now she thought it, but not strange enough for her to reject the idea out of hand. It couldn't hurt to try just one more time, could it?

Before she got on with trying to find the others, that is.

Fluttershy glanced down with a light blush, trying not to draw any attention as she carefully poked a hoof into the soft plaid of her diaper... and immediately flinched back when even the light poke caused a rather loud parp to sound from somewhere in the padding. To make matters worse, the flinch caused her to overbalance and lean back, pressing her diaper into the floor with an even louder and longer paaaaarp.

She squeaked and immediately jumped back to her hooves, looking around at all the other ponies in the mirrors all staring at her and wishing that there was any place without mirrors to hide in this maze. But even so, the sound she'd made kept echoing in her mind, bouncing around in her head. Everypony was already staring at her and now that she looked they looked almost encouraging to keep going, she'd feel just so bad to disappoint them all.

Wiggling and shuffling around in place a bit, she tentatively reached down to poke a hoof into her diaper again, eliciting another parp. The sound seemed to please the ponies around her, who were all watching with dreamy smiles that looked kind of silly and made Fluttershy giggle behind her hoof. After a moment the smiles turned to slight frowns, however, and thinking about it Fluttershy couldn't help but agree. Something about the parp just hadn't sounded quite right.

Somewhat distracted from her nervousness by the thought, Fluttershy poked her diaper again and was rewarded by another parp, but again it didn't sound quite right. Another poke, another parp and finally she realized what was wrong: they sounded to stiff, too formal. Parps were supposed to sound silly, like the kind of music Pinkie Pie played, and Fluttershy herself always felt better when she was able to relax and let go and relax through her singing. But how could she do that with parps?

A movement caught her eye and she noticed one of the mirror Fluttershys wiggle her butt with a small smile and light blush. Fluttershy blushed in turn and glanced back at her own poofy plaid padding, wiggling her own butt a little and blushing deeper at the idea that sounded better and righter the longer she considered it.

She swallowed down the worst off her nervousness, closed her eyes and jumped back to land squarely on her diaper with the loudest paaaaaaarp yet.

That was much better! The sound was more fun, more free, and Fluttershy felt the urge to celebrate her discovery with another two paaarps produced the same way.

As she did one of them, though, the note was different, and she worked out why – she'd put pressure on the front, which had altered the way the musical tone was produced as if it were an instrument. Which it sort of was, she supposed.

Getting up and bouncing back down again three times, she did something slightly different each time – producing a succession of parps, each one with its own note, and making the process as a whole a delight to listen to.

Fluttershy still felt nervous, but every time she looked up she saw all the other ponies around her doing their own experimenting, so she felt much better about it all. If she'd been less focused on making parps and trying out her plaid diaper she might have wondered why they were trying different things to her – one she saw with a giant plaid diaper bouncing along on it, another swinging it into walls like a metronome, and every single one was doing a slightly different variation on the bagpipe-diaper tune-generation she'd started.

The mirror-images felt more like different ponies, or different versions of her, than just reflections full stop – but, at the same time, they were just like her because they helped make her less self-conscious, rather than more. She copied the one who jumped high into the air before landing with a parp-arp-arp triple bounce, and it made her smile happily at the notes resonating through the air.

What she failed to notice, at least consciously, was that every bounce made her diaper hiss just a little bit larger – grow just a little bit more, giving her notes more richness and fullness and silliness as it swelled up her body.

Fluttershy wasn't sure how long she sat there, bouncing in place and occasionally pressing her hooves into her swelling padding. Time seemed to melt and she couldn't even count the parps because they came from everywhere, the other ponies around her playing along with her and her own music bounding off the mirrors to echo from all around her. All she knew that eventually she managed to calm herself down again, a little out of breath from exhaustion but smiling wider than she could remember ever doing unless she was safe in the company of her animal friends.

Looking around, all the other ponies she vaguely remembered seemed to have left, with only her own reflections in the mirrors all around her. She couldn't help but giggle at the massive diaper her hindlegs were sticking out off, the plaid fabric going up to her neck like a big plushy onesie making her feel warm and safe and happy, and several wooden pipes sticking out of the rump of the padding, making the whole thing look like a particularly big and silly bagpipe to her.

She wiggled and rocked back and forth on her padded rump to get back to her hooves, causing a few more soft parps until she was finally standing on all four hooves again, hind legs spread apart by the padding and her diaper sticking out behind her, with the pipes sticking out even behind that. She smiled and started to waddle back into the maze, sometimes accidentally and sometimes not so accidentally bouncing her rump into the mirror walls and the floor to keep up a slow but cheerful melody of parps.

She hoped she would find her friends again soon; she just couldn't wait to play some music for them, too.

“Hey, look!” Pinkie announced. “A door!”

“Where?” Dash asked, looking around nervously, then saw where Pinkie was pointing. “Ah… good, it'll be good to get out of here.”

Dash paused. “Not that I'm scared!” she added, wanting to make that very clear. “I just-”

A loud parp sounded from behind her, and she hit the ceiling. “Buk-kaw!”

“Dashie?” Pinkie asked.

“Wasn't me!” Dash said, very unconvincingly.

Fluttershy waddled up with a sequence of quiet paarp sounds, and sat down with a much louder one.

“Fluttershy, yay!” Pinkie announced, hugging her friend, and producing a mixture of parps and crinkles and squeaks. “You sound silly!”

Fluttershy smiled a little, glad Pinkie was liking her new musical tastes, and at about that point both Spike and Twilight arrived from two more mirror-lined corridors.

Twilight stared for a moment at Spike's outfit, then a moment more at Fluttershy's one, but then decided that she shouldn't comment – after all, none of them had asked for this.

“Did any of you see where Trixie went?” she asked. “She's got to be important, I just know it!”

“I think I saw her going that way,” Pinkie pointed away from the door. “But it was in a mirror, so she must have gone through that door! And I wasn't sure at first, but then I checked my Pinkie Sense and it said crinkle-crinkle, need to tinkle, which isn't a normal thing for my Pinkie Sense so I checked again, and long story short I think we need to find somewhere to change my diaper and-”

“Okay, that's… right,” Twilight said. “So that way?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yepperoonie!”

“So we just need to find Applejack, and we can head out,” Twilight summarized.

“I think I can help,” Fluttershy volunteered, rump raised to let out a pony-summoning parp.

“Fluttershy, what was that supposed to be?” Twilight asked, as the sound resonated oddly through the room. “Is that something about your new suit?”

“I… well, maybe?” Fluttershy asked, sounding a little unsure about it. “It might be… but it just seems to make so much sense to do it...”

She sat down, producing a faint crinkle and a much louder paaaarp through the tubular tail of the suit. The sound made Twilight blink and shake her head, feeling oddly detached and kind of bouncy at the same time, and she fought off the sudden urge to jump up and down in time with an imagined musical beat.

“Do you think something heard that music?” Dash asked, looking around nervously. “I mean, not that I'd be worried if it did! I'd just want to know, that's all!”

“We're trying to get Applejack's attention,” Twilight pointed out. “Right, Pinkie's here, Spike's here…”

There was a clunk sound, and Rainbow jumped with a loud buckaw! “W-what was that? There was a noise!”

Spike leaned around one of the nearby corners, crinkling a little as his maid-suit-and-costume compressed, then looked back. “I think that's Applejack on her way.”

A few seconds later the farm-pony came around the corner, carrying a mostly-empty milk churn with her.

“Applejack, good,” Twilight said, by now partly used to the suits they were wearing and partly resigned to them – even Applejack's cow suit not making her especially worried. “Come on, we should try and find Trixie to get some answers out of this.”

“Mm-hmm,” Applejack mused. “Think we might be able to get a drink some time?”

"Or something to eat? Oooh, or maybe we'll find a place that has something to drink and eat!" Pinkie giggled, waddling ahead in her pudgy plush suit of herself and licking her lips. "I'm kinda hungry again, think I could win another free meal somewhere?"

"Focus, Pinkie." Twilight shook her head. "We can do all that once we've found Trixie and I've battled her for her magic ~~rattle~~ wand." She blinked. "Uh... I think that was the plan at least. Was it?"

"S-sounds good to me." Rainbow clucked nervously. "You go and do that, we're gonna be right behind you. Like, way behind you. I-I mean, beating up anyone who tries to sneak up on you, obviously."

"That's right!" Spike nodded eagerly, trying to inconspicuously shake out another pile of ~~foal~~ ~~powder~~ from his feather duster into his padding, making it flooomph up another inch. He was waving it around all along the way, scooping up dust from mirrors, walls, his friends' diapers and small clouds of it from the air whenever Fluttershy's diaper let out another paaarp.

"Oh, uhm, that reminds me..." Fluttershy blushed, trying not to giggle as she bounced her rump into Rainbow Dash for a paaarp-squawk. "Have any of you seen Rarity? Is she still at that one stall we left her at?"

“I… actually, no, I haven't seen her,” Twilight realized. “That's… a good point, I guess – we'd better keep an eye out for her, because it'd be better to have her with us.”

She tried her best to waddle at least a bit less as they approached the exit, but the sheer mass of her diaper was making it very hard to move in a straight line. “So, you know… be on the lookout...”

“Ah, that's wonderful!” Rarity declared, flirting her ~~costume's~~ long black-and-white skunk tail and sniffing at the scents filling the air from the various challenges she'd been given – all kinds of flowery, strangely alluring aromas which made her feel weak at the knees when she focused on them. “You are a true connoisseur!”

“I thank you, of course,” the hound said, pleased at her reaction. “Though I'm afraid we must end your challenge here.”

“What?” Rarity asked, suddenly worried. “Why? Did I make a mistake?”

“No, madame, you have won all the prizes I have to give, and tested all the scents available to me,” the hound answered. “I am, ahah, scentsless.”

“Oh, well, I suppose that's not too bad,” Rarity said, sighing. “Thank you for such a wonderful time so far, though!”

She looked around. “Hmm, I wonder what there is to enjoy next?”

Her musings were interrupted when a mysterious padded unicorn came waddling down the street, wearing a plushy suit like Trixie, a soft foalish blanket-cape like Trixie and a plushy WIZZARD's hat like Trixie, but also a plush moustache that Trixie definitely didn't have.

The unicorn looked around for a moment before spotting Rarity and waddling up to her. "Excuse me, but did you just try the scent challenge? If you don't mind me asking, how many did you guess correctly?"

"Why, everything of course." Rarity preened a little, then squeaked and wobbled as she tried to keep a hold of all her prizes, the shaking releasing more scents and making her even dizzier and wobblier.

"That is most impressive." The mysterious not-Trixie giggled, watching her. "Although I can't help but notice that you seem to have a bit of trouble keeping hold of all your prizes. If you'd like, I do think I know a solution for you to keep all these things with you far easier."

Rarity blinked, still feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded from another cloud of perfume and foal powder combined that had blasted her in the face. "Y-you do? Why, that would be... that would be really helpful." She gave the nice unicorn mare a dazed smile.

"Oh, but of course. Why, it's no trouble at all." Not-Trixie grinned and lit up her horn, walking around Rarity.

Rarity squeaked in surprise as something suddenly tugged at her tail and lifted up her rump, all her hard-won prizes floating up in a cloud of magic. "W-what? Hey, what are you doing back there?"

"I couldn't help but notice that you are wearing the most adorable and fashionable skunk suit..." Not-Trixie smirked, her magic shaking alternating clouds of perfume, foal powder and other smells right into the other pony's face.

"Skunk suit?" Rarity blinked, shaking her head and trying to keep up through the haze. "Adorable and... fashionable... skunk suit?" She wobbled and turned her head back, watching Not-Trixie pet her big fluffy skunk tail and wave it about.

"But of course. And one particular trait of them is that they have two layers of padding, one of which can be opened. See?" Not-Trixie ripped open the back of the suit with the sound of velcro, floating over all the prizes and stuffing them into the padding one by one. "The perfect place to keep all your best-smelling prizes. Their scent is going to mix in there and seep into the tail as well, so you will have the best-smelling skunk rump in the whole city."

Rarity blushed, entranced by her big fluffy skunk tail wagging back and forth while Not-Trixie closed up her suit again and patted her rump. "I have to go now, you just enjoy your prizes and your suit~"

Rarity nodded slowly, still in a daze as she stared. She blinked a few times before finally snapping out of it, finding herself sitting on her now much thicker rump and hugging her own fluffy skunk tail, with the other unicorn nowhere to be seen.

"Wha...?" She looked around in confusion before accidentally hitting herself in the face with her tail again. The mix of scents fogged up her mind in seconds and she couldn't help but giggle, drooling a little as she snuggled her tail closer and buried her nose in it with a happy grin.

A few minutes of snuggling and sniffing later, Rarity was interrupted by the arrival of her friends.

“Rarity, there you are!” Pinkie said, crinkle-bouncing over. “Hey hey, where have you been?”

“Right here, or nearly here,” Rarity replied, flicking her tail around and producing a haze of visible sweet-smelling scent. “There was a marvellous game I was playing, I was the best at it! I won all sorts of prizes for how good at it I was, as well...”

“Oh?” Pinkie asked. “Did you get any candy? I like candy!”

“I think we all know you like candy, Pinkie,” Twilight said. “Actually, where are the prizes? I can't see any.”

“Oh, well, this blue unicorn gave me an excellent idea on how to deal with them, darling,” Rarity replied, waving her tail around again and making the cloud of scent thicker – some of it spreading out towards the friends. “It was so ingenious, and it helped so much with my best feature!”

“A blue unicorn?” Twilight repeated. “You mean Trixie?”

“No, no, I'm sure it wasn't Trixie,” Rarity replied firmly. “Trixie doesn't wear a moustache!”

“That's… um,” Applejack began, raising a hoof slightly. “Ain't that-”

“That smells great!” Spike interrupted, taking a sniff, and wobbling a little on his feet before sitting down with a crinkle. “It's so sweet and wonderful!”

That made the others take sniffs of their own, and Twilight blinked a few times as the intoxicating, sweetly alluring scents coming off Rarity's striped tail flowed through her. She felt a little bit wobbly herself, and came close to wetting herself before blushing and squeezing her legs together with a loud crinkle. “Um, right… what were we talking about?”

“I… think it was Trixie?” Fluttershy asked, scratching her head and producing a prrrp sound from the tubes of her costume.

“Right!” Twilight agreed. “Rarity, which way did Trixie go?”

“Trixie?” Rarity repeated. “I didn't see any Trixie.”

“Fine, then, the blue unicorn?” Twilight tried.

“Oh, the blue unicorn!” Rarity realized. “She went that way, towards the Mommy's World ride.”

“...that… kind of sounds worrying,” Dash said nervously.

"Oh don't be such a scaredy foal. That sounds like fun." Pinkie giggled, pulling Rainbow in for a hug. "I mean, what could be safer than a ride with Mommy?"

"I-I wasn't a scaredy foal. I was just trying to be chicken- I mean cautious." Rainbow blushed more, flapping her big white wings.

"And you're the cutest chicken I've seen, Dashie." Fluttershy giggled softly and pulled them both into a hug against her big plaid diaper.

Rainbow squirmed and blushed a bit more, but couldn't help but smile and relax between the nice scent of Rarity's tail and the silly melody of parps vibrating through her whole body as she was pressed into Fluttershy's padding.

"Well, that's good and all, but we still need to find Trixie." Twilight waddled past them determinedly, her magic dragging Applejack away from a stand where she'd been trading in empty bottles for progressively bigger, full ones. "If we wait any longer she's going to get away again and we'll be stuck in this comic who knows how long."

"Oh, right... I almost forgot this is all just a comic." Spike chuckled, blushing as he hugged Rarity's tail and tried to vacuum up the pink cloud of scent... pulling in deep breaths through his nose in lack of an actual vacuum, his belly getting a little bigger with each breath he took.

Doing her best to keep everypony (and -dragon) on track, Twilight led them through the stalls and past the other rides to finally reach the entrance to the Mommy's World ride.

“I… actually, I don't think I've been to enough of this kind of thing to know what kind of ride this is,” Twilight admitted, glancing around at Pinkie. “What is this?”

“Oh, um...” Pinkie bounced over and examined the outside, looking from the big silly griffin-suited attendant at the entrance to the smiling face painted over the door, then peered through into the shadows inside.

“I've got it!” she decided. “Okie-dokie, so it's not the kind of ride where you sit down and ride around, nope! It's more the kind of ride where you stand up and walk around!”

“...so it's an exhibit?” Dash asked. “That sounds nice and safe. ...not that I'm really going to complain if it's not! I'm just saying!”

“Nope, there's stuff like moving walkways!” Pinkie explained. “And I guess it's a bit like a multiple-choice thing or maze, you can always go and look more closely at a bit you think looks all fun!”

She bounced up to the griffin. “Saaay… you aren't some kind of meanie griffin in disguise, are you?”

“Why would a griffin be in disguise as a griffin?” the attendant asked. “I'm actually a wolf.”

“Great!” Pinkie declare. “Okay, guys, in we go!”

"Uhm, after you." Rainbow Dash chuckled nervously, shifting and crinkling a little as she kept herself to the back of their group.

The doors opened up for them, lights turning on to reveal a simple wooden room with a few pieces of furniture. The only part not really fitting in was a wide padded walkway set into the floor, leading straight ahead and under another plushy door.

"Huh... This looks a lot like our house back at Sweet Crinkle Acres." Applejack looked around with a smile, until the walkway began to move slowly and caused her to stumble. "Whoa nanny, that's new though." She caught herself and took another sip from her bottle, staring ahead cautiously along with everypony else as the walkway carried them through the curtain and into the next room.

Her eyes widened a bit as the sounds of various farm animals and some crinkling met the group. The next room was lit bright and naturally, the walls painted with grass, flowers and blue sky behind some plushy-looking wooden fences. Between those walls and the walkway on either side were various farm utensils along with different plushies.

Some oinking came from a playpen laid out with mud-colored pillows, several plush pigs looking quite content between them. To the other side a plush dog was sitting in front of his inflatable dog house, watching a row of plush ducklings waddle past on a rail that led them in a lazy circle around the dog and his hut.

A bit further in Applejack giggled and watched happily as a small orange earth plush pony stood amidst a cluster of plush apple trees, shaking her padded butt a few times before she bumped her thick diaper into one of the trees with a fluffy thoomph and a loud crinkle, causing several plush apples to drop into padded baskets and one to drop on her head before they were pulled up again on threads to wait for her next apple-butting.

Even that wasn't enough to keep her attention though as a new and even more familiar recording played, various moos and cowbells echoing in her ears as the walkway brought them past a large barn. The doors opened to show off various padded and plushy cows standing and sitting around, mooing and chewing lazily on bales of hay, some of them with their big plushy udders hooked up to a machine that filled milk into big bottles, while others took some of those bottles from the machine to suckle them empty again.

Applejack sat down with a crinkle and stared, transfixed by all the bouncing butts, swishing tails and swinging udders, drooling as she stared at rows and rows of filled bottles of milk passing by overhead along a rail in the ceiling. She didn't even react as the piece of the walkway she was on stopped and changed direction, carrying her off and through the doors of the barn and all the way into one of the boxes, a big bottle of milk and a plush-bale of hay dropping from the ceiling for her and screens and speakers on the walls coming to life with sounds of mooing, cowbells and bottle-suckling and pictures of bottles, happy cows and peaceful farm life.

“Well, looks like we got ourselves a mascot,” said a plush-padded Earth Pony who sounded a bit like her cousin Braeburn. “Should help us out in taste-testin' out the milk for the bar, right?”

“Eeyup,” agreed another plush-padded Earth Pony, this one much more like her brother.

Applejack took a long pull from the milk bottle at the prompting, eyes half-lidded in how wonderful and creamy it tasted, and sat down with a crinkle-crinkle to get on with the important job of testing as many bottles of milk as possible.

“This is kind of strange,” Twilight said, frowning and trying to see what was next. “Are rides normally like this?”

Pinkie shrugged. “Sometimes! They're called dark rides, but I think that's a silly name 'cause they're nice and brightly lit, like this one!”

“Dark rides?” Dash repeated. “That sounds like kind of a scary title...”

She looked around at the plush bushes surrounding them as they travelled through another part of the 'farm', wings flapping a bit nervously as something rustled the nearest plush bush, and stepped back.

That made her notice that Applejack had gone missing from the end of their group, and she frowned – but before she said anything, the bushes rustled again much more obviously.

A big, plushy, white-tipped orange tail waved back and forth over the bush, then vanished, and Rainbow Dash trembled slightly.

“Hey,” she called. “Who's there?”

Then something made a loud noise behind her, and Dash let out a buckaw! before diving off the walkway into the bushes.

A moment later she realized her mistake as the bush next to her was pushed aside by a big orange paw, and she found herself staring face-to-face with ~~Lightning Dust in a big padded fox suit~~ a great big fox smirking at her and licking its lips!

Wings flapping wildly, Dash turned and ran as fast as she could away from the big scary fox, the knowledge that chickens had to be terrified of foxes running over and over through her head. The fox came lolloping after her, never quite close enough to catch her but always just behind her wiggling rump, and every time its paws landed behind her Dash squawked and tried to waddle faster.

Farm buildings went past on either side of her, and then Rainbow Dash saw her salvation – a wooden shed with a ramp leading up to a door, which looked like it was too small to let the big scary fox through!

The door was indeed quite small compared to other doors she'd seen, small enough that her padded chicken rump got stuck in it halfway through. She squawked and flapped her wings in a panic, up until two big plushy paws pounced at her butt and accidentally pushed her all the way through the door.

Rainbow squawked and rolled across the surprisingly soft ground for a few feet, shivering and trying to hide under her big plush wings with her big butt in the air. She only slowly raised her wings to peek through the thick plush feathers, watching ~~Lightning Dust~~ the big scary fox waddle back and forth in front of the ramp before it seemed to lose interest and left again.

She let out the breath she totally hadn't been holding and sat up to finally look around.

The coop she was in was considerably bigger than the outside – or the door for that matter – suggested. A row of large wooden boxes sat on either side, with short padded ramps leading up to them, and the insides padded out with lots of big plushy feathers, hay-patterned pillows and the occasional plush egg. Some of them had ~~familiar pegasi in even bigger, plumper and crinklier plush chicken suits than her own~~ more chickens like herself, though they looked bigger and thus presumably older.

"Hey!"

Rainbow squawked and jumped as she whirled around, blushing as she realized that the one calling out to her had only been another chicken. In fact it was the chicken roosting in the biggest box at the very end of the coop and obviously ~~Spitfire in the biggest chicken suit she'd seen yet the~~ head chicken of this coop.

"What are you looking at. Are you here to compete too, bruk brawk?" The Spitfire chicken flapped her wings to look even bigger, glaring down at her.

"C-compete?" Rainbow blushed and shrunk back a bit, not wanting any confrontation against such a big chicken.

"Of course." Chickfire wiggled to turn around slightly, gesturing with a wing at the trophy case hanging on the above her. "Every chicken in the coop competes on who is the biggest, plumpest, scarediest chicken with the most and biggest eggs."

Rainbow raised her head and stared, immediately captivated by the rows of chicken-themed trophies, egg-themed ribbons and shiny dangling medals slowly swinging back and forth from their hooks. "C-compete..." She blinked before fluffing up her chest plushmage and flapping her wings. "Of course I'm here to compete! I'm gonna be the chicken-est chicken you've ever seen here!"

Chickfire raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. "Uh-huh. I hear that all the time. Prove that you got what it takes and maybe I'll believe you." She straightened up again. "What's your name, Cluckdet?"

Rainbow scrambled to stand up, slapping a plushy wing against her head in reflex. "I-I'm Rainbo..." She swayed and blinked, feeling a little dizzy for a second before she shook it off. "Rainbrawk Dash, Ma'am, reporting for egg-laying duty!"

Chickfire nodded. "Well then, Rainbrawk Dash, pick a box and get comfortable. Always give your best and don't let the fox in the henhouse and we'll all be a team."

Rainbow nodded and eagerly waddled up the ramp of the nearest empty box, turning around and wiggling her big padded butt before she plopped it down on the feathers and cushions. Looking around she had to admit that it was kind of nice here, peaceful and safe from all the scary things outside just waiting to eat up a little chicken like herself. In fact, as her suit spread all the way over her head and a big silly plush beak formed over her muzzle, Rainbrawk couldn't help but smile as she let her thoughts drift towards eggs and plush and simply got herself comfortable, clucking quietly along with all the other chickens.