Covers off. Sun up. Regalia on.
Princess Celestia was ready to start her day.
Bed made. Windows drawn. Closet closed.
And it never hurt to make the maid’s day a little easier in the process.
She stretched her legs and yawned away the last of her exhaustion. There wasn’t time for her to be battling sleepiness. More often than not there was barely time for breakfast.
Now prepared for whatever the day could throw at her, Celestia opened her door. And then frowned at the silence that followed.
There was no frantic advisor waiting for her. No comically long to do list that “couldn’t possibly wait another second”. No guards flanking her doorways either, once she poked her head out into the hall.
“Odd.” Celestia frowned. Being advisor-less was one thing. She wasn’t about to complain about putting off the day’s worries until after she’d eaten. But the guards being absent was… troubling.
Sure it wasn’t like she expected to ever need them. Nothing short of ancient enemies with a millenia-old grudges ever seemed to come for her, and it wasn’t like a pony with a spear was going to stop that. But still their presence had become normal, so a lack of them was, well, odd.
“Hmm.” Excuses popped into her mind to put her at ease. Snuck off for drinks last night? In the middle of changing shifts? Something so epic was happening just down the hall that they had to take a look at?
Celestia looked down both ends of the long corridor, but saw nopony. No hungover guards stumbling back, or a fresh shift arriving, or ponies ogling something interesting, for that matter.
No staff of any kind, come to think of it. Canterlot Castle was usually bustling right about now.
Feeling antsy in wake of how lonely this all was, Celestia trotted out of her room and on her way. Surely this was just an anomaly. The rest of the castle must have been bursting with ponies going about their daily business. After all, there was so much to do today, as there was every day of the year. The palace couldn’t be empty... could it?
When she arrived at the dining hall that suddenly became a lot more plausible.
The usual spread was absent as well. She poked her head into the kitchen to find it barren. Not a chef in sight, nor a stove even on.
“What in Equestria?” Now this was something to be concerned about. She could acknowledge the maybe, maybe, she’d just not run into anypony on her way down here, but if the hardest working ponies in the whole castle weren’t around then something was definitely up.
Celestia charged up her horn and teleported. A flash carried her to the throne room, where nopony sat waiting for her to hold Day Court. Another flash, and she was on her balcony, overlooking Canterlot. She hadn’t paid much attention when raising the sun, but now she was looking at the streets below.
Not a single soul in sight.
Just her castle being empty was one thing, but all of Canterlot? The city streets were always bustling no matter what the hour. How could they just be empty? It was like everypony had… vanished.
Celestia swallowed, mouth dry. She charged up her horn one more time, and appeared in her sister’s bedroom not a moment later. She had to know…
Luckily, she heard soft snores coming from her sister’s bed. She was still here after all.
“Luna!” She whispered, lighting up the room with her magic. Her sister was buried under her covers, but the harsh light still made it through to her. The lumpy bedsheets rustled as the sleepy princess underneath woke up.
“Tia?” Luna pulled the covers off her head, yawning, squinting, groaning. “What is it?”
“Thank goodness you’re still here, sister.” Celestia breathed a sigh of relief, having not realized how tense she had gotten.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Luna brought up a hoof to shield her eyes from the light. “And why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour?”
“It’s… morning, Luna.”
“As I said, ungodly.”
Celestia sighed. Same old Luna; that was more reassuring than it should have been.
She crossed to the window, throwing open the curtains. She pointed to the empty streets below. “Look, Luna. I don’t know what’s happening, but something is going on.”
Reluctantly, Luna crawled from her bed. Her hoofsteps were heavy and annoyed as she trudged over to the window. Wiping the sleepiness from her eyes she looked down below. “...And?”
“Luna, Canterlot is never empty.” Celestia insisted. “And it’s not just the city. I can’t find any guards or staff around the castle either.”
“Then you must not have looked very hard,” Luna grumbled. She moved back to her bed. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”
“Luna, this is serious.” Celestia frowned. “I really think something has happened.”
Luna stopped, groaned, and turned back around. “Fiiiiiine. Just… give me a chance to wake up at least.”
Celestia sighed. It was probably more than she could’ve reasonably expected from her sister this early in the morning. Luna had once slept right through the changeling’s invasion of Canterlot after all.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you in the throne room then.” Who knew, perhaps somepony had shown up for Day Court after all.
Luna nodded. “We’ll figure this out, Tia.”
She smiled, charging up her horn. “Thanks. And don’t just go back to sleep!”
Luna feigned a gasp. “Me? Never!”
Allowing herself to giggle, Celestia teleported away.
She was back in her throne room, finding it as disappointingly empty as ever. It really should have been relaxing, knowing that she wasn’t going to be bombarded with petty disputes all day, but considering everything she was just unsettled.
Trotting to the nearest window, she peeked out. Even from a new angle, the streets of Canterlot were bare.
Celestia chewed her lip. Everypony was gone except for her and Luna… why? What could have caused something like this? Maybe, maybe, everypony was just sleeping in or staying in their homes, but that just seemed so unlikely.
Maybe I could check the soldier’s barracks really quick, she thought. Or the servant’s quarters. If that was the reason for this after all, then it would be a huge load off her shoulders.
But before she could charge up her horn to teleport again, she heard a mischievous chuckle. And a familiar chuckle at that.
Celestia looked back, eyes scanning the throne room. It still looked empty, but… “Discord?”
“Up here, Celestia.”
She looked upwards to the source of the voice. Near the top of the stain-glass window of her throne room, sat Discord. He was flat against the window, body made out of the colored panes of glass, as though he was part of the artwork. He waggled his fingers with delight, smirking.
“Feeling a little lonely?” He asked to mask a snicker.
“Discord!” Two and two made four; so he was the one behind all of this! “What have you done to my citizens?”
“Me? Done something?” He stepped free from the window, body seamlessly morphing from glass to his usual form. “Why I’m offended, Princess. How could you think so poorly of me?”
“Well something has happened to the ponies of Canterlot,” she huffed. “And my list of suspects is quite short.”
“Heh heh,” he shrugged. “Nothing gets by you it seems.”
“So you admit to it.” Her glare pierced the supposedly reformed draconequus. “Explain yourself.”
The corners of her mouth curled and curled until they were a comically large spiral. “Oh, don’t be so angry. I just wanted to have a little fun with my favorite alicorns is all. I promise nopony is in danger or anything like that.”
Celestia just narrowed her eyes at him. “What kind of fun?”
“Oh, you know…” Discord stepped in. Close. Too close. His smile was too big for his face. “My kind of fun.”
He touched her forehead.
“Wha— Ergh!” Colors spiraled across her vision. Greens, blues, yellows… it was a dizzying display. Celestia stumbled backward, off her balance. She managed to stay on her hooves through tensed muscles and clenched teeth “What’s… happening?”
“Oooh, didn’t expect that.” Discord chuckled. “Seems you can put up a pretty could fight against my mind control these days, Celly-Belly.”
Mind… control…? Celestia struggled to keep her eyes open. The psychedelic spiral stayed with her either way, tainting her view of the grinning draconequus. He was trying to hypnotize her?
“You… traitor!” Each word was strained. It was hard to concentrate on them.
“Traitor? Me?” He gasped in mock offense. “Why, Celestia I’d never! I merely wanted to have a little fun with the two of you, that’s all. I’ll put Canterlot back the way I found it, cross my hearts.” His fingers made a little X over his chest… and stomach… and calves.
Celestia shook her head, as her legs began to wobble. “T-Two…?”
“Tia, I’m here.” The doors to the throne room flew open. Celestia turned to the voice of her sister, only seeing a blurry blob.
“Lu...na…” What was she saying? What was a Luna? It was hard to remember. So hard. Thinking was just so… so hard…
“What is going on here?” Luna guffawed. Her gaze bounced from the struggling Celestia to Discord. Then her eyes narrowed. “You.”
Luna marched forward, slipping into old habits. “What hath thou done to our sister, villain?”
Discord twisted his next a full hundred and eighty degrees. Then twisted it the rest of the way to make a complete revolution. “Who, me?”
Celestia could hardly keep her balance. But she had to resist, she knew she had to. Whatever she was resisting she couldn’t quite say, though…
“We will not ask again!” Luna boomed. “Now tell us—”
“Boop!” Discord’s arm extended, until his griffon talon poked Luna right on the forehead.
“Argh!” Luna’s eyes devolved to swirly colors. She stumbled and fell back on her plot in an instant. Her stare was vacant, jaw open wide.
“Wow! You went down much easier than your big sister.” He pinched Luna’s cheeks, forcing her lips to purse. “Didn’t you, Woona?”
He gave her a pat on the head, and strutted around her. “Good for you! I suppose a little reward is in order.” He flicked her tiara, turning it into a dark black bonnet. Frills poofed out, and her mane was covered up, save two small tails that leaked out and fell down to her shoulders.
“I was going to have you be the rocker,” he mused, tapped Luna’s necklace to turn it into a baby bib. Celestia wouldn’t have been able to read it even if she could see it, but amusingly it said: Pwetty Pony Princess in big, bubble lettering. “But for being so cooperative, I’ll give you an upgrade.”
Celestia hardly paid attention as Discord turned her sister’s shoes into glittering, blue booties. She was too busy forgetting her own name.
“Now lay down,” Discord ordered. Celestia almost obeyed his command, staying upright only by sheer force of will. She had to disobey him. Why? Because… well…
Luna felt no such quandary. She was on her back in a moment, hind legs reaching for the ceiling. Discord went to work, spawning more arms along his body to help. A giant, poofy diaper appeared from thin air, slipping under Luna’s bottom. Her tail threaded through, while baby powder sprayed over her undercarriage. Padding encased her, climbing over her privates and taping down.
Celestia could only watch the fuzzy images before her. She didn’t know what was happening, but thought it was bad… maybe?
“Phew!” Ten distinct hands wiped Discord’s brow. “Such an easy baby. That wasn’t a bad change at all, was it, Woona?”
No response. Luna’s swirly eyes stared for a thousand yards and then some.
“Ah, right.” Discord snapped.
Blinking back to reality, the colorful swirls were gone from Luna’s eyes. She looked around, sitting up. Doing so made her diaper crinkle noisily, inviting her curious eyes to take it in in all its glory.
“Hehe…” Luna smiled. “Diapee soft.”
“Aptly said!” Discord patted her on the bonnet. “Diapee soft indeed.”
“No…” Celestia struggled out. What… did that word mean again? What were words? What…
“And you’re coming along rather nicely.” Discord turned to her. Behind him, Luna started chewing on her bootie, but another snap blinked a pacifier into her mouth, which she happily suckled on instead.
“Nnngh…” The last of her strength was fading. Her head felt heavy. She wanted it to be empty.
Discord leaned in. Close. Too close. “But you won’t get to be a happy foal, like your sister,” he said, cupping her chin. “Lost your chance on that one, Celly. But don’t worry, I’ve got something wonderful in store for you instead.”
Drool escaped Celestia’s lips as her body relaxed. Then went limp. Then went numb.
Her vision, what little of it remained, lost its color. Everything bled together into gray. Gray darkened to black.
And black was the last thing she saw.
“Whee!” Woona giggled, swinging her body forward. She bounced on her diaper as her ride continued. It kept to a fun, soothing pace, perfect for a little filly like her.
“N—Nngh…” Below Woona was her noble steed: the mighty rocking horse Sunbutt.
Sunbutt swayed back and forth, remaining motionless like the good little toy she was. Her legs were wrapped in black latex, locked on tightly thanks to several straps. The latex also covered two pieces of curved wood on either side of her, one for her right legs and one for her left. It kept her rocking on momentum alone; she barely had to do anything!
But it wasn’t good enough to just rock like a rocking horse. Sunbutt had to look the part, too. Discord had been very particular about it, choosing black reins, harness, blinders, and even a bit gag for Sunbutt to chomp down on. It kept her mouth nice and closed, but couldn’t silence her completely. Her mane had been done up in twin tails for good measure. Ponytails for a pony.
And of course, the thing that really tied it all together was the diaper. Thick, poofy, frilly, and pink, it made Sunbutt look even more foalish than the babified Woona. And the pièces de résistance, was her tail, tied up in a giant green, blue, and pink bow, still magically flowing as it now hugged her padded rear.
“Faster, Sunbutt! Faster!” Woona cried.
“Yes, Sunbutt,” Discord snickered. “Go faster.”
He waved his paw, and a pair of riding crops positioned at Sunbutt’s flanks flicked into gear.
SNAP! SNAP! They bore down on her Cutie Marks. The two very red suns glowed from their beatings
“Ggghh.” Sunbutt mustered, still somehow not obedient enough to stay quiet. But she did pick up her pace, rocking little Woona even faster than before.
“Whee-hee!” Woona returned to suckling on her pacifier. She gripped Sunbutts twintails with her hooves, preferring them to the reins, and put her body into the rocking motion. “Faster!”
SNAP! SNAP! Sunbutt redoubled her efforts, rocking harder and deeper, faster and longer.
Discord chuckled. No matter how many times they played with these dolls of his, it never grew old. He still couldn’t believe Celestia had let him out of that statue, but who was he to complain? Now that pesky princess would be his statue whenever he wanted.
But of course, this statue could do a few tricks to make it less boring.
“Oh, Sunbutt,” he teased in a sing-song voice. “Why don’t you unload a little? I think you’re being weighed down.”
“Nngh… hhggh…” She resisted. Oh, she resisted. But Discord’s powers trumped her petty free will.
With a grunt and a push, Sunbutt unloaded… right into her diaper.
BLLLORT! A wet fart signified the oncoming mudslide.
Before long, Sunbutt’s diaper was bulging. A rancid smell filled the room, and Discord quickly funneled the stench so it’d all go back to Sunbutt’s nose. He knew she wouldn’t want to miss a single whiff.
BLORTCH! BLORT!
She kept filling her pampers. The diaper’s pink color soured to a deep brown. The manure kept going, even forcing the thick padding to sag.
BLLLLOOOORRRRTCH!
The majority of the pink diaper finally soiled into brown. Sunbutt had deposited quite the load into her padding. The hot mush was no doubt riding up on her inner thighs. Each swing of the rocking horse jostled the mess too. It squished and squelched, never settling. It constantly battered against her plot.
“Grrgh!” Sunbutt moaned. It must have felt torturous. So much so that she even managed to slow herself down, ever so slightly.
“Oh no you don’t.” Discord flicked his wrist.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Sunbutt picked up the pace again. She wouldn’t drop it again.
“Heehee,” Woona giggled. She’d realized what her rocking horse had done. Even without being able to smell it, it didn’t take the filly long to figure out with all the squishing noises coming from behind her. “Sunbutt made a poopoo! Poopybutt!”
“Hah!” Discord covered his mouth. Unexpected, but appropriate.
“Poopybutt! Poopybutt!” Woona sang, tauntingly. “Sunbutt a Poopoobutt!”
“Aw, now that’s not nice,” Discord scolded. “Bet you wouldn’t be so high and mighty if that was you, Woona.”
“Heehe—” Woona paused. She blinked, and raised her plot up as best she could while keeping her balance. Her eyes flashing with just a hint of colorful swirls before… “Hnngh!”
In seconds, Woona managed to fill her diaper even more than Sunbutt. She pushed log after messy log into the padding, forcing it to swell and sag. The white plastic stained brown far easier than Sunbutt’s pink padding did, making for a far more noticeable accident.
Woona’s face scrunched up as she kept pooping, creating a mudslide of epic proportions. The smell wafted over the room, but Discord was able to wave it all over to Sunbutt’s nose in a heartbeat. He had to, it was so rotten it made his skin crawl.
When Woona finally finished her mess, she gasped, only just now breathing in. She looked back at her browned bottom, and her lip began to quiver.
“I made a doodoo…” she whimpered, tears filling her eyes. “Buh… But I…”
Whimpers became sniffles, sniffles became sobs, sobs became wails. Poor little Woona was so broken up over her accident than she broke down into a full on crying fit.
Her plot hovered just above Sunbutt’s back, sagging a little bit to graze the white coat. Woona hunched over to keep it up in the air. She could barely keep her pacifier in her mouth the more she cried.
The shrill caterwauling started to grate against Discord’s ears. That was really saying something, considering he’d once replaced his ears with cheese graters before. You’d think they’d have some tolerance after that.
“Poor Woona,” he murmured. “You must’ve really wanted to be a big girl, huh?”
“I-I-I ama big girwl!” Woona sobbed.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Big girls don’t make doodoo in their diapees, now do they?” He asked.
Woona could only whine louder in response.
“But poopy diapers are so much fun,” Discord insisted. “Who wants to be a big girl anyway when you can be a cute, stinky filly?”
Woona’s wails dampened to whimpers in a flat second. Her lip wasn’t even quivering another second later. Turning back around, she observed her soiled diaper again, as if reevaluating her earlier appraisal of it. Then, like the flip of a switch, her frown became a grin.
“Heehee!” Came her dopey giggling. “Poopy warm!”
Woona plopped her plot down on Sunbutts back, rubbing in the messy padding while shrieking with delight. “Squishy!” She returned to confidently suckling her pacifier, content with her horribly messy diaper.
Sunbutt was still rocking at top speed, earning some encouragement from the riding crops whenever she slowed down a little. While Woona was busy smushing her diaper all along her back, Sunbutt’s own diaper was slapping its barely contained mess around her undercarriage.
Sunbutt herself was whimpering and groaning. No doubt the sensation was tapping into whatever was left of Celestia still kicking around in there. Plus taking the full brunt of two dirty diaper couldn’t smell good at all. Her glazed over eyes were watering ever so slightly.
Discord just smiled to himself. She strolled over to Sunbutt, slithering right up by her ear. “Enjoying yourself, Celly?” he whispered. “I certainly hope you are, because you sister is just having the time of her life.”
Woona giggled as she bounced on her dirty diaper.
“Don’t worry about your diaper, either. It can handle a lot more than what you’ve currently thrown at it.” He chuckled to himself. “And it definitely will too, before I’m done with you.”
“Ggghh,” Sunbutt managed. Her conscious must’ve been bubbling just under the surface to keep fighting like this. He’d probably have to wipe her memory again, just to be sure their playtime went over undiscovered.
“Keep fighting,” he encouraged. “I’d love for you to wake up right now, to see what’s become of the Royal Sisters.”
“Nngh! Guhh…” Her jaw clenched around the bit gag. Maybe she was awake. Or, as awake as she could be. Wouldn’t that just be delicious?
“You can certainly try.” Discord stepped back, letting the crops smack her flank again to get her to pick up more speed. Woona squealed. “You’ll have plenty of time to. I don’t think Woona is going to get tired of her new toy anytime soon.”
“Poopybutt go faster!” Woona demanded.
Teeth poked out from Discord’s smile. “You heard her, Sunbutt.”
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Another groan from Sunbutt, more giggles from Woona.
Discord sighed and leaned back to drink it all in. He so loved playing with his dolls.
Childish laughter and squishy crinkles filled the throne room of Canterlot Castle. They continued for hours and hours, Discord never once growing bored with his toys, and Woona never once growing bored with hers.
Eventually, he’d release them. He’d free them from his mind control and restore the city to go about it’s usual business. Celestia and Luna would return… if only for a little while.
Because Discord would want to play with them again soon. He always did. Be it in a week, or a day, or even just a few minutes. Once he had a new game for his precious dolls he’d be back, and they’d play for him.
Whether they wanted to or not, Woona and Sunbutt would always play.
Author's Note
Something short and sweet that I've been chipping away at for a bit now. I'm actually a really big fan of hypnosis/mind control but it's only worked its way into a couple of my stories. Here's hoping I get to more of that in the future. Maybe. After I finish FOAL 9000, we'll see.
