The Masks We Wear

Leaving the quiet bar behind, the mare led Fancy Pants farther away from the bustling noise of the main city streets, leading him down a lovely, lakeside strip lit up by soft green firefly lanterns. This street bordered the garden district, a vibrantly green part of town filled with beautiful plant life and natural streams. It was home to many parks and flower fields that were perfect for taking nature walks through.

It was a part of town Fancy Pants had rarely been to and despite him living in the big city all his life, he was unfamiliar with what was there. Every step he took following the mare, the farther he was away from familiarity and after awhile he started to get uneasy. Buildings started to become unfamiliar and street names were new.

“Fleur, what’s this about?” he finally asked, momentarily dropping the theatrical play the two were partaking in tonight.

“Ah ah ah,” the mare answered hushed the stallion, “that’s not my name tonight, Golden Glass.” She tapped a hoof to her muzzle, smirking a sly grin like a playful child sharing a secret. “Don’t worry. You’ll see.”

Fleur led Fancy Pants to a rather inconspicuous looking building. It blended in well with the gold trimmed, ivory towers around it, however it seemed to lack many outward facing windows near the ground floor. The owner of the building must have valued their privacy, Fancy Pants presumed.

Past a pair of double glass doors, the two ponies entered what appeared to be a waiting room of some sort. The interior was quiet, almost completely silent save for some peaceful harp music being played on the overhead speakers. The floors were paneled with a dark wood while the walls and ceiling were painted a smooth eggshell, lit up with dim hanging lights. Well kept flower shrubs dotted the area, giving the room a touch of color.

Across from the main doors was a wood paneled receptionist desk with a white marble top. A single pony, a dark blue earth pony mare, manned the station with a clipboard and a white tulip plant to keep her company. Behind the receptionist pony hung a sign made of brushed silver metal that read “Sunside Spa” with a simple sun symbol shining upon its straight edged letters.

The thought of spending the evening in a private spa relaxed Fancy Pants a bit, allowing some tension to melt off his shoulders. It was a lovely idea, but he couldn’t quite understand why Fleur would need all this secrecy and sneaking around. Not to mention there were plenty of private spas all around Canterlot - and a lot of them Fancy Pants was a gold card member of - so what made this one special? It seemed she enjoyed the thrill of surprises even more than him.

“Good evening,” the receptionist mare nodded softly, smiling with a patient and friendly smile, “how may I help you?”

“We have a reservation,” Fleur told the desk pony, leading Fancy Pants up to the desk as he continued to walk with a cautious step, “under Purple Iris.”

The receptionist pony consulted her clipboard where a small stack of paperwork was hung. “Yep, we have you right here! Suite six.”

A reservation? Fleur certainly planned things out well. Fancy Pants was amazed she had gone through such great lengths for this night. It must have meant a lot to her.

“Wonderful, we’ll head back there now,” Fleur smiled, “oh and could you please send Jump Rope down when she’s available. We’ll be needing some assistance getting ready.”

“Right away, miss,” the receptionist pony nodded once.

Fleur led Fancy Pants past the desk and through a pair of wooden doors that opened up to the spa proper. This area was equally as peaceful, with only the distant chatter of unseen ponies disturbing the gentle harp music. The two entered a wide hallway that appeared to act as a main vein throughout the floor, connecting the various rooms and doors throughout.

The walls were decorated with thin panels of dark wood, breaking an otherwise endless sea of white that bent down a hallway in the distance. The floor was now made up of a rose wood, highly polished to a clean shine. Several water features lined the walls as the dim overhead lighting danced off the ribbon thin waterfalls that misted the air only subtly.

Along the right side of the wide hallway stood a line of dark wood doors with gold numbers bolted to their face counting all the way up to ‘9’. Hardly giving pause to take in the surroundings, Fleur led Fancy Pants into the room marked with a shiny ‘6’ and ushered him in.

Closing the door behind them, Fleur turned on the lights to reveal a brightly colored room. The music and general noise outside was completely blocked out by well insulated walls. A soft plush carpet cushioned under their hooves and the walls were now painted to resemble some cartoon version of open flowing fields of green grass. Dotted around the room were the most peculiar furnishings including a crib, a giant changing table, and even a small kitchen area that was childproofed with safety locks and a secure looking highchair. It was a giant nursery!

“Fleur, what is this place?” Fancy Pants asked, raising an eyebrow to the strange room.

He turned to face his date only to find the mare had disappeared into the connecting room. At a glance, it appeared to be a normal bedroom with a large, queen sized bed, adult looking dresser, nightstand, and everything. A light at the far end of the room illuminated an attached bathroom beyond.

“Oh wonderful, they packed extra towels in the master bathroom,” Fleur could be heard from the bathroom as she trotted back into the room, “I never seem to have enough when I take regular baths.” She so casually said all this as she met back up with Fancy Pants, who stood at the doorway with a confused expression on his face.

None of this made any sense to Fancy Pants and the only pony who’d be able to make light of the situation wasn’t giving him any answers. Fleur purposely avoided anymore attempts at revealing her plans, teasing the stallion with playful floatiness as she dodged his questions and instead pretended to distract herself with basic housekeeping points.

Fleur casually trotted around the suite with a happy gallop. She was incredibly excited for their stay and wanted to make sure everything was set up just right. The room was freshly turned down with its bedsheets freshly laundered and its clean towels neatly folded. A full stock of brightly colored diapers populated the shelves underneath the changing table and the kitchen fridge was filled with various foods and meals provided by the spa.

Just before she ran out of things to check and double check, Fleur was delighted to hear a knock at the door to which she gladly answered.

A tall earth pony with a stocky build stood at the door wearing a clean white uniform sporting The Spa’s logo embroidered on the chest. She looked like she worked as a bodybuilder for her day job. She had a forest green coat with a short, lime green mane in an almost pixie hair style. Her dark grayish pink eyes had a stern intensity fueled behind them, almost intimidating in their own way.

“Ma’am,” the earth pony mare stated in a low voice and a single nod.

“Right on time!” Fleur celebrated, allowing the new pony in. “He’s all set for you,” she presented Fancy Pants who was still trying to comprehend it all. For the first time in the last ten minutes, Fleur finally spoke to the confused stallion directly, “just relax and let Jump Rope here take care of everything.”

“Jump Rope?” Fancy Pants parroted, throwing a glance over to the stern earth pony.

“I’ll make sure he’s ready when you return, Ms. Iris,” Jump Rope simply said.

Right before Fancy Pants could say anything else, Fleur disappeared once again, ducking down into the normal bedroom and carelessly closing the door behind her. For added privacy, he assumed. Seconds before she disappeared completely, Fancy Pants could only muster up a sputtering, “F-Fleur! Iris, wait!” before the door shut.

Fancy Pants’s head snapped back to the earth pony who loomed over him. He still had questions about this place and Jump Rope didn’t seem to be the explaining type. If anything, she appeared to be a very no-nonsense type who was all too frequently quick to the point.

“On your back,” Jump Rope commanded.

“L-listen, Ms. Jump Rope, this is all rather sudden for me,” Fancy Pants stammered, “i-if you could just explain to me what’s going on-...”

“I said on your back!” the sternness in the mare’s voice was almost enough to force Fancy Pants to the ground on its own.

Eyes growing wide, Fancy Pants dropped to the floor with a muffled thump, laying on his back to await whatever fate had instore for him. Meanwhile Jump Rope stomped her way over to the changing table where she extracted a single diaper off the shelves. She opened the adult diaper before Fancy Pants, but the stallion dared not budge an inch. He feared what might happen if he tested the earth pony further.

Perhaps it wasn’t just fear. Maybe a little bit of intimidation as well. Or perhaps there was a little bit of him that was curious about it all. Surely Fleur wouldn’t willingly put him in any danger. He had to remind himself of that. And all this secrecy and avoidance the mare had been doing this whole time must have just been part of the surprise. He trusted Fleur too much to immediately start defending himself against the unknown.

So whether it was out of fear, curiosity, or faith, Fancy Pants allowed himself the humiliation of being diapered up by the burly mare. He hardly had to do a thing throughout the entire process as the stronger pony easily manipulated his body about as she - rather crudely - pulled off his suit. Pants and all. It was only until he was completely naked that she proceeded to lift his legs up and secure the diaper just right around his tail.

A burning blush had emerged on Fancy Pants’s face. It was a deep embarrassment he had hardly felt in awhile. The soft diaper stirred some strange feelings in his body. A tingling excitement that made his back tense up from the alien sensation. Feelings were only amplified by the strange new world Fleur had brought him into.

Jump Rope made short work of the diaper change. It was something she had clearly done a hundred times before, suggesting that she had been employed at this so-called spa for quite some time. The moment Fancy Pants’s legs were lowered back down, she already had the diaper pulled up between his legs to be fastened tightly around the stallion’s waist.

The diaper was a surprisingly accurate - and surprisingly soft - interpretation of an actual foal’s diaper. It was primarily blue and white with multicolored stars dotting its surface from front to back. There was a certain thickness to be mentioned about its padding, giving Fancy Pants the impression he was being wrapped in a bed comforter rather than some baby garment.

“S-surely you have something a little less...infantile?” Fancy Pants meekly piped in, daring only this faint sign of rebellion in the presence of such a large pony.

Jump Rope only snorted, scowling at the diaper before stomping back over to the changing table. After rummaging through a dresser that ran alongside the table, she returned to the diapered stallion with a dangling piece of bright blue leather. A rubber nippled pacifier with a white mouth shield could be seen attached to the middle of the piece of leather, but Fancy Pants didn’t have time to examine the strange device for long.

Before he could react, Jump Rope had the piece of leather wrapped around his head, crudely fastened and bound across his muzzle. The pacifier was positioned right in the middle of it all, locking it into his mouth. The slick rubber nipple filled out his muzzle, making it impossible to talk beyond the unintelligible grunts he forced out at the intruding device.

“Ah’m sure Ms. Iris will appreciate the quiet,” Jump Rope grunted, straightening out her uniform with a huff. Leaving Fancy Pants to his own devices, she stomped her way over to the bedroom door and knocked on it with a hoof. “He’s all set, Ms. Iris!” she called out before turning towards the suite’s main door, exiting without even a glance at the diapered stallion.

With the dexterity only seen in a toddler, Fancy Pants pulled himself up off the floor. The diaper around his waist crinkled loudly in the silent room, shifting around his rump with every move he made. His back legs were naturally forced apart by the bulk of the diaper, making him take on a childish, bow legged posture.

Just as he was getting his footing in his new attire, the master bedroom door opened and Fleur de Lis came sauntering out. The warm humid scent of a hot shower wafted from behind her. She was out of that beautiful, fancy dress and most makeup she put on for the evening had been scrubbed off. Her mane was undone so that it could flow loosely off her shoulders, giving her more of a relaxed look.

“Finally out of those itchy clothes,” she sighed with relief before her eyes landed on the diapered stallion, “I see you’ve found yourself something to wear.” Fancy Pants could only grumble at the outfit, scowling behind his bondage. “Jump Rope certainly enjoys her pacifier gags.” She touched the pacifier’s shield with a tap of her hoof, ”I’ll take this off for now, but I warn you. No yelling. Inside voices while we play. Got it?” Fancy Pants nodded. “Good,” she smiled as she unbuckled the pacifier gag, “now then, I bet you have some questions.”

The moment the pacifier was out of his muzzle, Fancy Pants shouted, “what’s this all about?!”

“Hush!” Fleur snapped, “inside voices!” She held up the pacifier gag threateningly, but after the brief flare up she took a breath and continued to explain in a calm voice. “I assumed you’d figure things out already. You wanted to spice things up with your games so I wanted to help out with a few things of my own.”

“But these...diapers,” Fancy Pants shifted on his feet uncomfortably, “you can’t expect me to keep wearing them.”

“Oh, I KNOW you’ll keep wearing them,” Fleur smiled, “because seeing you all dressed up in your cute little outfit makes me happy. And you want me to be happy, don’t you?”

“But must they be so...thick?”

“Thicker diapers are more absorbent, Goldie,” Fleur winked.

“A-absorbant?” Fancy Pants shifted again, huffing reluctantly. “...Alright, Fleur...I-I mean Iris. You win. I’ll try things out...for you.”

“That’s the spirit. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise! All I ask is that you give it a chance. Please?”

“Okay, Iris...”

Fleur’s smile grew, “marvelous! Now first thing’s first. You and your diaper have some warming up to do. I can’t think of any better way to get a foal and his new diaper better acquainted...”

“W-warming up?” Fancy Pants parroted, feeling the color drain from his face.

“I’d imagine it’d be easy for you after all that wine you drank,” Fleur smirked.

“I-I couldn’t!”

“Goldie, I brought you here so you could try something new,” she caressed Fancy Pants’s cheek with a delicate hoof, “just relax and let your diaper do its job.” Fancy Pants blushed and shrunk back. He couldn’t help but notice how Fleur referred to the diapers as his. “Take your time,” she smiled, taking a few steps back.

Standing there in the middle of the giant nursery in a new diaper and quite frankly feeling like a complete foal, Fancy Pants found it rather easy to convince himself to do as Fleur said. Not because he wanted to, not entirely, but because of the situation the pretty mare had put him in. Whenever he managed to work up the nerve to look up from his place on top the plush carpet and glance over at Fleur, he found a certain supportive expression on her face, practically encouraging him to wet himself from her looks alone.

It was a rather difficult thing for his body to do, despite the support and security Fleur provided with her patient posture and soft disposition. The wine had certainly worked through his system by now, but to openly pee into a diaper seemed to work against decades of going to the bathroom and using the toilet like any grown stallion would.

Eventually though, he managed to do the impossible. It took some steady breathing, careful muscle control, and keeping his thoughts steady and blank, but eventually a tiny trickle cut the silence of the room, drawing attention to the front of his diaper. The pristine white and blue diaper vibrated around him a tiny bit before slowly turning yellow and swelling in the front. What started as a small yellow spot grew to encompass the full front of his absorbent diaper, even leaching up the back for Fleur to see.

The steady hissing went on for a few minutes. To Fancy Pants it felt like hours. However, after those few short minutes, his bladder grew empty and piddled out the last of the liquid into the diaper that was more than happy to soak up every drop of the stuff. The diaper had swollen up to at least three times its thickness, hardly pausing for a second to consider how silly such a bulk would make the stallion look. A special kind of heated warmth now hugged his backside, further embarrassing him with its close contact with his more intimate parts.

“There we go,” Fleur cooed, “that wasn’t so hard, was it? Let that be your first lesson of the evening. It’d be best you learn the rules.”

“Rules?”

“For starters, you’re not allowed to take off your own diaper,” Fleur explained, “and I expect you to use them properly.”

“Oh...those kind of rules,” Fancy Pants blushed. He could only imagine how it felt to willingly avoid the toilet for such an extended period of time. However he hoped that wet diapers were the only thing he’d have to worry about during their stay at the spa.

“Second, you’re not allowed to use your magic,” Fleur explained, tapping the stallion’s horn with a hoof. “I trust you won’t break that rule if you know what’s good for you, but if I have to I’ll have that bound up in an inhibitor ring faster than you can blink!”

Fancy Pants’s cheeks flared up as he nodded rapidly. “I-I promise,” he squeaked as he looked up to Fleur like a submissive child, hardly wanting to step over any boundaries she might have placed for his new role. Wearing a wet diaper made him feel small, easily embarrassed, and maybe even vulnerable.

“There’s one last thing I want to mention before we continue though,” Fleur now added, this time momentary withering of confidence, “while we’re here and playing this little game of ours...” She took a pause to breath. “I want you to call me...mommy,” now it was her time to blush, “...please?”

Fancy Pants was beside himself with surprise. He had never expected a mare so beautiful as Fleur would be asking such a sort of thing. But then again he never expected he’d end up wearing a diaper and wetting it just because she asked him to. He could tell this all meant a lot to her and to open up about her desires - no matter how alien they might have been - was difficult. He could understand that much.

After a long bit of suspense, he finally smiled warmly. Waddling up to Fleur he pulled her in for a hug which she was more than happy to reciprocate. “I’d be happy to...mommy,” the word didn’t quite sit right on his tongue, but he knew that’d improve with time. It seemed to do the trick however as merely saying the word made Fleur’s hug tighten around him.

“Thank you,” Fleur answered with a happy sigh.

As they hugged, Fleur used her magic to grab a large baby bottle from an overhead cupboard in the kitchen area. The bottle, much like the diaper around Fancy Pants’s waist, was an upscaled version of the real thing. It was made up of a frosted plastic with little pictures of gemstones decorated its cylindrical face as well as a yellow, rubble nipple to top it off. That bottle, filled with some fresh milk poured from a small glass container from the fridge, was expertly warmed up with Fleur’s magic and floated back over to the mare as she broke free of Fancy Pants’s embrace and made herself comfortable on a small couch nearby.

“Hop up here, honey. It’s time for your bottle,” Fleur gave the spot beside her a couple pats.

“C-can’t I change first?”

“After your bottle,” Fleur replied, “it’ll help you get use to things.”

Fancy Pants sighed. Unfortunately that seemed to be the best deal he could make with the mare. Fleur was holding firm. He reluctantly waddled over to the couch, the heavy diaper sloshing and hanging heavily behind him. He felt like a real foal closing the gap between him and the couch, feeling himself shrink with embarrassment with every step.

Once again, Fleur saw to it herself that the diapered stallion was carefully helped up onto the couch and lovely positioned just right with his head nestled in her lap. When he was good and comfortable, the bottle was popped into Fancy Pants’s muzzle, lovingly held there by a white furred hoof.

The milk was creamy and sweet, almost unusually so. Freshly warmed and soothing to his tense body. Not too hot, not too cold. Despite all that had happened in the past hour or so, Fancy Pants found himself actually relaxing in Fleur’s care. The beautiful mare he had know all this time now gave off a heavenly glow, almost maternal in nature. He felt safe in her lap and it wasn’t just mutual trust that he was feeling this time.

Every suckle introduced more warm milk into his belly, calming him down further and further. He cared less about the soggy diaper that weighed so heavily on his crotch. Instead his mind was able to drift off in a strange, half awake daze. He continued to drink down the delicious milk even as his mind calmed to a haze. He made short work of the bottle, keeping up a steady rhythm until the whole thing was empty.

The diaper change that followed was almost a blur as the calm bottle feeding left Fancy Pants in a bit of a lethargic haze. He was distantly aware of the bottle being removed and then his body being lifted off the couch by a magical glow and carried over to the changing table. He even was vaguely aware of the diaper squishing underneath him, only to be untaped, loosened and pulled off his body. He started to float back to earth around the same time Fleur was giving his soft furred crotch a liberal powdering, followed shortly by the soft enveloping feel of a new, crinkling diaper.

“There we go. Feel better?”

“Yeah...” Fancy Pants answered.

Despite how silly it was to think about, after spending so long in a wet diaper, he was thankful to be feeling a dry one again. When he rolled off the changing table at the end of it all - with Fleur’s guiding hoof of course - he found that the new diaper brought with it a fresh softness. He also now had that lingering scent of baby powder following him everywhere he went. As if he needed more reminders of his infantile wardrobe.

“Why don’t we go for a walk around the spa? Get some fresh air,”

“A-A walk in this?” Fancy Pants stammered, his cheeks flaring up as he glanced back at his crinkling diaper, “but what if somepony sees...?”

“The only ones who’ll see you like this are staff and other spa goers,” Fleur answered, “and I assure you, they’re into this kind of stuff more than you know.” She opened the main door, allowing the hallway light and harp music to flood into the room. “Now come along, Goldie, follow mommy.”

Fancy Pants gulped, his back legs nervously squeezing together and inadvertently squeezing the diaper between them. Every crinkle from the diaper caused another muscle in his back to tense up nervously. A voice in his head told him not to budge and instead hide his shame in the nursery where he was safe from prying eyes. But another voice, a smaller one, screamed at him to walk out the door. The voice was one of trust and curiosity. Fleur, despite the strange nature of it all, really wanted to spice things up with something new and he could see in her eyes that she really wanted him to be part of it. Despite those nerves that twisted inside his chest, he reluctantly followed Fleur back into the hallway, now thickly diapered as her new baby.

He had to do it. For her.