Pinkie Pie
Pinkie Pie jumped up out of bed, checked the time, and cheered.
Today was the day she was going to become a Pinkiemon trainer!
She bounced up and down a few times in excitement, paused to pick a particularly good cap from her bedside table, and trotted downstairs – at which point she stopped.
“Heya Twilight!” she called, waving to the alicorn-with-a-lab-coat. “Oh, I guess you're the professor!”
“That's me – I'm technically Professor Golden Oaks, but nobody bothers to use the name of the position any more,” Twilight explained. “Welcome to the world of Pinkiemon!”
She glanced down at a clipboard, then examined Pinkie closely. “Are you a filly or a colt?”
“Filly, silly!” Pinkie answered, and Twilight noted it down on her clipboard.
“Thank you, I do have to ask. What's your name?”
Pinkie hummed. “Well… I could answer You, because that would make all the conversation options hilarious! But that might get confusing… perhaps if I called myself You Amazing Pony? Nah… I'll go with the simple Pinkie this time!”
“Pinkie,” Twilight agreed, turning a page. “Thank you.”
Suddenly Spike waddled in on his stubby legs, looking particularly smug as he stood beside Twilight.
“Hi Spike!” Pinkie called, waving to him. He gave a bit of a wave back, but was cut off by Twilight piping up again.
“Oh, right, this here’s my assistant, you’ve known him for a while! And if I remember right you have a bit a rivalry going. Er… what’s his name again?” Twilight asked, scratching her head with a pencil. Spike looked up at Twilight, looking rather offended and confused.
“Poofypants!” Pinkie shouted, letting out several giggle snorts at Spike’s incredulous reaction.
“Come on, Pinkie! You just said Spi-“
“Of course, how silly of me! Well, it’s good to see you again Poofypants!” Twilight interjected again, smiling down at Spike. The dragon crossed his arms, pouting and looking away as Twilight continued jotting down notes.
“Well, Pinkie, I hope you’re ready to set out on this grand adventure of Pinkiemon! Plenty of surprises lay in store!” Pinkie bounced excitedly over to the door, only to notice she wasn’t going anywhere. She glanced over her shoulder to see Twilight holding onto Pinkie’s tail with her magic, still looking down at her clipboard. “Just oooooone more thing we need to take care of! It’s dangerous to go alone, you know! You should take this.” Twilight’s horn flashed as a table appeared, three spherical objects sitting upon it.
“Are you sure that's the right reference?” Pinkie asked, then shrugged it off and looked at the pink-and-black balls on the table. “Ooh, shiny! I'll take three!”
“Each of these balls contains a Pinkiemon,” Twilight explained. “And no, you can't take three. One is for you, one is for Poofypants and I'm keeping the third.”
Spike groaned.
“Ooh, gotcha, so Poofypants is going to be annoying me the whole game – I mean, the whole adventure, and you're going to be a super secret bonus boss which probably gets dummied out,” Pinkie rattled off. “Hmm, I'd better make my choice carefully...”
She scooped up all three balls and threw them at once, and they all appeared in flashes of light.
The revealed Pinkiemon were different in shape but similar in other ways, all of them appearing to be made of something soft and thick and plushy. The one on the left was a tiny little ball of orange and red feathers, a phoenix chick, and bounced up and down on the floor several times before coming to a rest.
Next to it was a larger one, a plush owl, sort of like a stuffed toy come to life, which hooted once and shrugged.
But the third one was the one Pinkie immediately plumped for, a little stuffed toy alligator, and she picked him up to hug him tightly before placing him on her back.
“All right, I've made my choice!” she announced. “I will call him Gummy, and he will be my friend.”
“It looks like you two get on well together,” Twilight said, as the Gummy-plush stared vacantly into the middle distance and occasionally blinked.
Spike stepped up to the fluffy phoenix, who chirped and gazed up at the dragon with his large black eyes. It climbed up onto his shoulder, nuzzling him closely. “Well, it looks like Peewee took a liking to you.” Twilight said, as the remaining fluffy owl fluttered over to rest on her back, hooting once more.
“Alright, now it’s time for adventure!” Pinkie said, preparing to trot out the door. Rather than manage to leave her house again, however, Spike stepped in front of her.
“Hey, come on, Pinkie! We gotta try having a battle with these guys! I bet mine can wipe the floor with yours!” he said, standing proudly.
Pinkie gave another giggle, squeezing Gummy and setting him down on the ground. “Well, if you’re suuuure Poofypants!”
Spike grimaced once again at the name before taking a hold of his phoenix. “Alright, go, Peewee!” He shouted, gently tossing the phoenix to stand in front of Gummy.
The two plush critters stared at each other (or at least, Peewee stared at Gummy while Gummy seemed only to manage to stare in Peewee’s direction). Spike and Pinkie stood eagerly, waiting for their Pinkiemon to make the first move.
And they waited.
And they waited.
Gummy flopped onto his side.
“Uh... does that mean I win?” Spike asked, Peewee poking at Gummy’s plush belly.
Pinkie contemplated that, then decided that – yes, Gummy had won a moral victory, but not an actual one.
“Thanks for the practice, Poofypants!” she told Spike, before scooping up Gummy again and trotting out the door.
Outside, she took in the sights – trotting around in a circle, getting a good look at the town she'd always lived in (at least as far as she was concerned for right now), then trotted off directly towards the long grass.
“Let's see if we can find a new friend, Gummy!” she said. “I picked up Twilight's Pinkiemon Trainer starter kit from the side! Either that or I took her spare Pinkieballs, but she won't miss them!”
Blissfully unconcerned with the matter, Pinkie made it to the edge of town and stepped out into the tall grass.
Almost immediately, there was a loud burst of alarmed trumpet sounds.
“Ooh, a battle!” Pinkie said. “Get ready, Gummy!”
A few seconds elapsed, then a pony came past blowing on his trumpet.
“Or not,” Pinkie added. “What does a pony have to do to get a random encounter around here?”
She paused, one hoof going to her chin. “Though a pony blowing a trumpet in the middle of the countryside is pretty random...”
Pinkie let out a small gasp of surprise. Of course! They must be out here looking for more plush Pinkiemon too! And if that’s the case, then they must be trainers as well! She stood tall, pointing towards the pony playing their trumpet in a grand display, causing them to look over. “Ah HA! We made eye contact, now we have to battle!” She declared. The other pony gave a look of determination as they reached for their own Pinkieball, tossing it out into the grass just as Pinkie did the same.
Gummy popped out, staring ahead as usual while a small plush parasprite puffed out of the opponent’s ball, hovering in the air in front of gummy. “Parasprite, use tackle!” he said, posing dramatically.
The parasprite buzzed forward, bouncing against Gummy’s plush hide, only to buzz about and continue attempting to hit him uselessly. Gummy blinked, staring ahead.
“Hmm, what kind of moves do you know?” Pinkie asked herself. If only there was a neat little list. She shrugged, thinking about what Gummy liked to do. “Ooh, trying licking him, Gummy!” She said.
Gummy’s mouth opened the slightest bit, and he licked his eye with a plush tongue, still staring off into the distance. As it just so happened, however, the parasprite had attempted to bounce into Gummy’s face and received a smack with his tongue, sending it flopping to the floor.
“Yaaay, I win!” Pinkie cheered, pulling Gummy into another tight squeeze. She wasn’t totally sure, but he seemed just a bit fluffier now too!
The other pony muttered something about potions and dropped thirty-four bits, which Pinkie happily collected. Then, with her slightly plumper Pinkiemon on her back, she set off for the next city over.
Three hours later, Pinkie was most of the way through the first Route on her journey. She'd spent most of the time Pinkiemon battling, though half of that had been when she'd mistaken a nearby boulder for a Pinkiemon and had Gummy try and battle it. Try as he might the little plush alligator had been quite unable to outstare a rock, and Pinkie had moved on with her good cheer undiminished after a trainer had come along and she'd won a battle against her too.
She'd also caught her second Pinkiemon, a quick but somewhat disagreeable griffin, and was wondering aloud where the Pinkiemon Centre was so she could heal up her Pinkiemon.
“Why do you keep saying that word?” Gilda demanded.
“It's 'cause that's what the word is!” Pinkie replied. “A Pinkiemon is a Pinkiemon! Why would you use the wrong word when the right one's right there?”
Gilda gave her a look, then rolled her eyes. “Whatever. When can I take off this silly plush suit? I'm a griffin already, why do I have to wear a griffin suit?”
Pinkie ignored the question totally. “Hey, look, there it is!”
A small cottage sat in town, the top half painted a bright red, and several ponies could be seen trotting in and out with their Pinkiemon. Pinkie Pie trotted inside, Gummy riding on her hat as Gilda followed grumpily. A yellow pegasus stood at the desk, greeting them with a smile as they stepped up. “Hello, I’m Nurse Shy! Do you need your Pinkiemon taken care of?” She asked warmly.
“Taken care of? I’m not a hatchling.” Gilda remarked, tugging at her plush tail.
“Hmmm… weeeell, my widdle birdie did get a little beat up in our fight. And Gummy’s low on plush points… and it’s free… oh, why not?” Pinkie said, handing over Gummy and Gilda’s Pinkieballs. Gummy slipped inside his with little fuss, but Gilda eyed the small thing warily.
“Heck no, I don’t even know how the heck I fit in that thing in the first place!” She said, back up. Nurse Shy simply pressed the ball, and Gilda felt herself being tugged towards it. With a squawk, she flew forwards as if pulled by several cords, stuffing herself into the impossibly tiny space.
Shy turned about and placed the balls something that looked suspiciously like a crib, rocking it back and forth a few times as she hummed a soft lullaby before pulling them back out and handing them over.
“There you are! I hope to see you again! Oh, not, that I meant, I hope for your dear plushies to get hurt again…. I just… oh, my…” Shy’s voice trailed off as she looked down sheepishly.
“Thanks, Fluttershy!” Pinkie said, beaming, and opened Gummy's Pinkieball to let him out again so he could go on her back.
The Pinkiemon came out all right, but there was an odd extra to his look which hadn't been there before. Pinkie looked closely, examining him from several angles, before deciding that the oddness must be… the diaper!
“Hey, that's new!” she said, poking it and producing a crinkle-crinkle sound from the soft material. “I wonder if Gilda has one too!”
Gilda appeared from out of her own Pinkieball, and wobbled a bit before recovering.
Pinkie had a close look, and couldn't help but giggle just a little! Gilda was wearing a diaper as well, a pink and black one which was patterned just like her Pinkieball, and it was thick enough to make her have to spread her hind legs – giving her a bit of a waddle when she moved.
“Hey, how come you're wearing one of those?” she asked.
“Huh?” Gilda replied, sounding a bit dazed, then shook her head. “Oh, the diaper – h-hey, why am I wearing a diaper?”
She glared at Nurse Shy, but the pegasus didn’t seem to understand Gilda’s request, instead just admiring her cute visage. Pinkie looked over to the nurse, nowhere near as angry, but just as bit confused as her padded gryphon. “Say, that is a bit silly. She wasn’t wearing a diaper when we got here!” She asked.
Nurse Shy just gave a small chuckle, patting Gilda’s head as she admired her. “Oh, it’s just something we do here when we heal up your Pinkiemon. It helps keep them happy and cozy. Nopony likes a pouty Pinkiemon, after all!” She said, offering Gilda a small candy. Gilda just stuck out her tongue, turning about and trying to trot out with dignity, not that she could with her awkward crinkly waddle.
Pinkie scooped up Gummy, dropping him on her head as she bounced out after Gilda. “Aw, come on, Gilly! You look adorable in your new suit! And I bet it’d work great at smushing some other pony’s Pinkiemons!” She let out a giggle snort imagining Gilda flopping atop somepony. “Oooh, maybe we can find some thicker ones at the Pinkiemart to help you out!” She gasped, eyes glittering with excitement.
“Oh no…” Gilda muttered, watching as Pinkie bounced off in a new direction…
By the time Gilda caught up, complaining that the combination of her plush suit and her thick diaper made it way too hard to keep up with Pinkie, the Pink Pinkiemon-Possessing Pony had already gone through the Pinkiemart twice and picked out a collection of the best items.
“You're not getting me to use those!” Gilda protested. “No way!”
Pinkie just giggled. “But they're for Pinkiemon, you're a Pinkiemon, so they're for you! And other Pinkiemon too, of course,” she added. “I bet Gummy would like one of these pacifiers! They boost stats!”
She took the “+smart” pacifier and put it into the mouth of her Pinkiemon. It didn't lead to any noticeable change.
“Well, whatever,” Gilda muttered. “Look, is there something we have to get done before you'll help me take this suit off?”
“Don't be silly,” Pinkie told her. “We need to go and find more Pinkiemon partners before we go challenge the Pinkiemon Training Areas!”
Gilda was about to protest, but Pinkie placed another pacifier into her beak – this one labelled clearly as a “+cute” pacifier.
“Come on, we need to pick up more teammates!” she called, as Gilda sucked on the pacifier – blushing, because it probably looked kind of embarrassing, but also unable to work up the willpower to do anything about it.
It just seemed natural to relax and suck...
Pinkie eagerly trotted out of the small town towards the nearby woods, the light dimming as the trees blocked out the sunlight from above. She dug through the bushes, searching for more friends to bring to her party. Her gaze was kept low to the ground when she suddenly ran into something large and plush, bouncing off of it and landing on her rump. She looked up to see a large black and white striped bear, one with a rather formidable looking stinger and extra pair of paws. “Eeep! You look way too high level for this place! How’d you get here?” Pinkie asked, stumbling backwards.
The plush Bugbear roared, bending down on all fours. Pinkie reached behind her to Gilda who had only just caught up and threw her in front of the beast. “Gilly, I choose you!”
“What, wha-?”
Gilda received a poke from the Bugbear’s stinger, letting out an “oof” as she was pushed backwards to land on her padded rear. The thickness of her suit and the soft fabric didn’t do much to harm her, but Gilda felt an odd… something flowing through her. She placed a claw on her plush belly, which seemed to be a big bigger than it had been a moment before.
“Oh no, Gilly, you’ve been Poof-soned! Don’t worry! I’m sure I grabbed an anti-swelling-dote back at the shop!” Pinkie began to rummage through her bag, Gilda letting out a hiccup as her belly pushed itself outwards a bit further, everything feeling a bit lighter than it should have.
Objects went flying out of Pinkie's bag as she dug into it looking for the antidote – a billed cap with a symbol on it, two Pinkieballs, several large diapers, some bottles of milk-potion…
Her searching didn't bring up anything to help Gilda, who was still trying to fend off the plushy Bugbear as hiccup after hiccup bubbled up through her. Swallowing didn't help much, just making the hiccup bigger and more powerful, and the plush monster had enough arms to make her work overtime just keeping it from grabbing her wings.
That being said, her wings weren't how she was getting worryingly close to liftoff. Her belly was swelling up with each hiccup, making her lighter-than-air, and with her claws covered in plush paws she couldn't try to dig into the ground.
“Hurry up with that whatever-it-is!” Gilda called, as she began to rise towards the trees – though fortunately the interlocked branches overhead prevented her from going too high. “I don't know how much longer this is going to-”
“Oh, you should have said you were getting tired!” Pinkie said brightly. “Gummy, go! Sort out that silly monster!”
Gummy stared at the Bugbear, then jumped up to cling on to Gilda's soft-swaddled tail instead.
“That's not helping!” Gilda protested, though it actually was a bit – keeping her slightly lower to the ground, making her a bit more grounded.
The Bugbear took another stab at Gilda with its stinger, the ballooning gryphon wiggling her padded rear left and right. Surprisingly, rather than straining to contain her growing form, her diaper seemed to have grown puffier along with her, still easily keeping her rump wrapped in fluff. Gilda’s tail flicked back and forth, and she started to sway her butt in time with the flicks as Gummy held on tight. Another few hiccups and her claws were starting to become swallowed up by her swelling belly. She swayed and flicked more and more, Pinkie now digging through a mountain of items that she had somehow managed to stuff into her now empty backpack.
Gilda suckled on her pacifier, her rump swaying seeming to have a bit more… flourish to them than some other gryphon’s might have. With one final sway and flick, she managed to dislodge Gummy from her tail. The plush alligator went flying towards the Bugbear, smacking it in the face. It let out an annoyed growl, flopping to the ground. Pinkie looked up at the loud thud and picked up a Pinkieball, grinning widely. “Way to go, Gummy! I’ll get that beastie captured lickety split!” She tossed the ball towards the Bugbear, and watched as it suddenly swelled up to match the large creature’s size before enveloping it in soft plush fabric.
The ball clamped closed and rocked back and forth, still at full size, and Pinkie waited as patiently as she could as the Pinkieball wobbled back and forth… once… twice… and clicked.
“All right!” she said, picking up the ball with difficulty and holding it up. “I caught a Bugbear! I will call him Buggy!”
After a few seconds, she put the Pinkieball back down and returned it to normal size.
“That worked out great!” she said. “Good work, Gummy!”
“Hey!” Gilda called crossly. “Did you find the antidote?”
“Oh, right,” Pinkie remembered. “I found that ages ago.”
She held up a pin. “Here we go! Now just hold still...”
“H-hey, what are you-” Gilda began. “Are you going to poke me with that?”
“It's just what you need when you're suffering from poofson!” Pinkie replied. “And you want to come down from there, right?”
“Well, um...” Gilda began, and Pinkie poked her in the paw.
The little puncture didn't cause Gilda any pain, but the sudden rush of escaping air – which made very little sense – sent her flying up into the air, spinning wildly around and bouncing with an audible boing off the trees more than once.
“You suck,” Gilda said, after finally landing and shaking the dizziness away. “What were you looking for?”
“A flyswatter!” Pinkie explained. “But we don't need one now!”
Gilda muttered something unprintable.
“Come on, silly-Gilly!” Pinkie added. “We need more teammates! Ooh, I wonder if I'll find a named character again!”
Gilda waddled after Pinkie, who was bouncing along as excited as ever. They were nearing a large pond in the woods, and Pinkie spotted another pony sitting at the water’s edge with a fishing rod. “Hiya! I’m Pinkie Pie, and you look like sompony fun to battle!” She said, grinning.
The teal unicorn looked over her shoulder, grinning confidently. “Oh, so you think you can beat me eh? Well, I’ve just caught a great Pinkiemon that’ll show you a thing or two!” The pony plonked down a comically oversized bucket as Pinkie tried to decide which one of her Pinkiemon to send out. As she contemplated, she was acutely unaware as the pony opposite her had pulled on something akin to a swimsuit, albeit much thicker and having one large tail in place of any sort of hind hoof holes. The pony jumped into the bucket, the water soaking into her suit to plump it up and squeeze her snugly as she leaned over the edge, grinning widely.
Pinkie Pie looked up from her bag, swearing she saw something like “Fish(ermare?) Lyra wants to battle!” pop into her view for a second before she blinked it away.
“Silly!” Pinkie said. “Diegetic text is much better! It should be on a sign or something!”
She put a hoof to her muzzle, frowning. “Hmm, so that's a fish-type… and what's good against fish? Birds and cats! That means-”
“Oh, great...” Gilda groaned.
“I choose Gilda!” Pinkie confirmed. “Go get her!”
Grumbling, Gilda waddled forwards to face the merpony. “Okay, so I basically just beat her up, right?”
Pinkie nodded. “Yep! But in a cute way!”
“I can't even fathom why you threw in that bit,” Gilda sighed, and squared off against Lyra. “So… how do I fight her? She's in a giant bucket!”
“Well, obviously you have to go into the bucket too!” Pinkie said. “That seems pretty obvious to me, why would you think otherwise?”
“I'm wearing this stupid plush suit,” Gilda explained. “If it gets wet it's going to soak through, that's pretty obvious to me – what did you expect would happen?”
Pinkie shrugged. “We-ll, it is her turn first!”
“Wait – what?” Gilda asked, before getting soaked by a wave of water washing over the edge of the bucket.
Her suit soaked up most of the water, puffing up a bit, and Gilda's eye twitched.
“I guess you don't have to worry about getting wet now!” Pinkie giggled. “Go get 'em, Gilda!”
Gilda let out a sigh, waddling up to the bucket. Even with the amount of water already soaking into her suit, she was less than enthusiastic about climbing in. Instead she tried to lean into the bucket and tip it over, but, surprisingly, no matter how much she shoved and pushed, the bucket refused to budge.
This only elicited several giggles from Lyra before she took a large gulp of water. She poked Gilda’s head, who had just enough time to look up before she received a face full of water as Lyra sprayed it directly into her. Sputtering, Gilda backed up, shaking her damp feathers as she glared up at the seapony, who just lazily spun around in the bucket to mock her. “Oh, that’s it!” Gilda said, leaping up and grabbing a hold of the side of the bucket. Her hind legs kicked and flailed as she hoisted herself up, Lyra letting out a squeak as the fluff of Gilda’s suited rump came crashing down on top of her.
The water in the bucket rushed into Gilda’s suit, causing it to swell and bloat up, growing heavy and damp as the gryphon bounced upon her rump. It didn’t take long before her padded rear pressed into the sides of the bucket, squishing down on Lyra as she tried to push the now wedged gryphon off her.
Gilda just snickered, flicking her tail left and right as she gleefully squashed the once confident seapony beneath her puffy rump. Lyra’s suit squeaked and creaked as the rubbery material pressed into the sides of the bucket, but she could do little more than flop around helplessly.
“Great!” Pinkie announced. “Use Squish!”
Gilda wondered briefly what you should call what she was doing now if that wasn't 'squish' enough, then wiggled about a bit to produce a squishing sound and decided that was probably good enough. Lyra tried harder to get away, producing squeaky-squeaky sounds, but it didn't seem to be enough and Gilda smirked as Lyra proved totally unable to un-pin herself.
“All right, you're doing great!” Pinkie called. “Now, I'm going to use a Pinkieball!”
She threw the pink sphere up over the lip of the bubble, where it hit Gilda and bounced off with a splat.
“Hey, watch it!” Gilda called.
“Whoopsie!” Pinkie giggled. “Think you can grab it and use it?”
Rolling her eyes, Gilda did her best – her swollen up suit-paws making her even more clumsy than the regular suit did at the best of times – and finally managed to shove the Pinkieball at Lyra. “Take that!”
The Pinkieball flashed bright pink, and light wrapped around Lyra – then it pulled back in, and she vanished into the Pinkieball so quickly that Gilda made a wave as she slid into the empty space.
“Let's see if she's going to stay in the Pinkieball!” Pinkie called, excited.
The Pinkieball shook in Gilda’s paws, and she tried her best to keep it clamped shut. It wobbled back and forth as Gilda clutched it to her chest. With a sudden fwoomp! the ball inflated, smothering Gilda into the bottom of the bucket, the plush material creaking and threatening to pop. “Nooo, it was so close!” Pinkie cried, jumping up on top of the Pinkieball to try and keep it down. The material creaked and squeaked as its seams strained, but a moment later the ball deflated back to normal, and Pinkie landed on top of Gilda with a wet squish.
Gilda grumbled as Pinkie jumped out of the bucket, shaking herself dry like a dog. “Woohoo! 4 already, I’m going to have a full team in no time!” she cheered. Gilda rolled out of the bucket, her waterlogged suit making any attempts to keep up with Pinkie rather fruitless. “Oops, almost forgot!” Pinkie bumped the hip her newest Pinkieball was hanging from against the bucket, which was promptly sucked into the plush ball.
“Please tell me we’re going to find someplace to dry off soon.” Gilda complained, shaking her feet to try and remove some of the water.
“Oh, don’t you worry, I’m sure there’s another Pinkie Center in the next town!” She said happily.
Gilda gulped. “…great…”
About half an hour later, Pinkie trotted happily out of the tall grass. “Look!” she called. “There's Pinkie Town!”
“Wasn't the place we were at earlier Pinkie Town?” Gilda asked, waddling out of the grass behind her.
Gilda had obviously not enjoyed the last part of the trip, even though Lyra had done some of the battling. Her costume was even puffier than before, still soggy with the water from Lyra's huge bucket, and there was a little plushy shark clinging onto her tail and making 'om nom nom' noises.
Pulling the shark off her tail and flicking it into the distance, Gilda waited a moment.
“...aren't you going to explain?” she asked eventually.
“Ooh, right!” Pinkie said. “We~ll, the answer's pretty simple! That was Pinkie City, this is Pinkie Town!”
Gilda groaned. “This is just dweebtacular, isn't it… where are we headed next, Pinkieville?”
“Don't be silly, that's where the third boss is!” Pinkie corrected. “The second boss is in Pinkiesburg. Come on, let's get you healed up with Nurse Shy and then we can go fight the first boss – I hope it's someone I know!”
Gilda waddled after Pinkie, diapered rump swaying from side to side, and tried to relax as much as she could.
Sucking on her pacifier helped, much as she was ashamed to admit it…
The doors of the Pinkie Center opened to allow the two to step inside, Pinkie bounding up to the desk again. “Hiya, Flutters! Nice to see you again! Or, are you a different Flutters?” She asked before giggling to herself.
Fluttershy just smiled politely, as if she heard that question quite a bit. “Hello there! I take it your Pinkiemon need some spiffing up?” She asked. Pinkie nodded, handing over the Pinkieballs and managing to scoop up Gilda and plop her down on the countertop.
“Yeperooni! Especially Gilly here! She’s been all droopy after she wasn’t able to play with her favorite fish!” She said.
Gilda thought that didn’t sound quite right, but ignored it as Fluttershy looked her over. “Oh my, she’s certainly quite soggy! We’ll get her in the dryer right away!” She said.
“The what?” Gilda asked, but rather than receive an answer, she was lifted up by the surprisingly strong Fluttershy and carried over to what looked like a conventional clothes dryer. “Hey, hang on, I’m not going i-” She was cut off as she was shoved into the small door, her padded but getting stuck. Her tail flicked about as her hind legs tried to push herself free, but Fluttershy just gave her an extra shove, squishing her bloated bottom into the tight space.
“She’ll be toasty and warm in no time~” Fluttershy said happily, setting a timer on the dryer before turning about to get to work on Pinkie’s other friends.
Pinkie whistled to herself, then in harmony with herself – not particularly caring how little sense that made – as Nurse Shy put her Pinkiemon through the healing process.
Gummy and the Bugbear came back almost unaffected, except for seeming somewhat healthier, but when Pinkie let Lyra out for a quick check she found that the 'mer-pony' had a thick diaper wrapped around her fishy lower half… somehow... and a pacifier which was sort of like Gilda's but with a bit more of a scuba theme to it.
As she considered that, there was a polite ding from the dryer.
“Oh, it sounds like your other Pinkiemon is ready,” Nurse Shy said, and opened the door.
Gilda tumbled out, her suit no longer wet – but instead very fluffy and plump, much bigger than before, with a special focus on her paws. They were so big it was clear she'd have more than a little trouble just walking in a straight line, and the experience in the dryer seemed to have made her dizzy enough to make it all but impossible.
“Heya Gils!” Pinkie said brightly. “You look cute in that super-frilly diaper!”
“A what?” Gilda repeated, blinking a few times, then refocused enough to give Pinkie a look. “I mean, what? Frilly?”
She twisted to try and look at her diaper, and fell over.
Pinkie giggled. “No time for a nap yet, silly!”
Pinkie lifted Gilda to her feet, though even then she was a bit unsteady. “Thanks, Flutters! I’ll see you in the next town!” She called out as she trotted away, half leading, half dragging Gilda after her.
After a quick detour to get some ice cream she stood in the street, looking about the town. “Alright, now that we’re in tip-top shape, we should be ready to take on the boss here! I wonder who it’ll be…” She was grateful the town was at least small enough she could easily spot the town’s Playpen. She hurried over to it, checking the sign outside the front door. “Frilly and fancy is the way we do things at Rarity’s Boutique!”
She brightened. “Oh, so this is Rarity's boss place! I wonder what's going to be in here… what type is she going to be into?”
Pinkie thought for a moment, then giggled. “Maybe Fairy! But I don't think we have Types like that here… hmm, could be a tough one… hey, Gilda, how are you at handling being Frill-da?”
Gilda shook her head. “No. Not at all.”
“Hee, maybe that's something we should try out later… just to see how it works out?” Pinkie suggested, and got a glare from Gilda.
As she approached the door, however, it swung open without her. Spike came out, dressed in an adorable pink dress, and blushing to the depths of his scales.
“Oh, hey, Poofypants!” Pinkie said brightly. “How did your battle with Rarity go?”
“Well, um… she's a really good Pinkiemon trainer,” Spike said, fidgeting a bit. “I did get the symbol that shows I beat her, but, um…”
“Ooh, I know what happened!” Pinkie realized. “You lost the first time and had to dress up like that for a rematch!”
“...yeah, that's right,” Spike admitted. “And her Pinkiemon are good at putting on status costumes, too, so it wasn't easy to win the second time… you might have trouble too!”
“Pish tosh, Poofypants!” Pinkie declared, then giggled at what she'd just said.
“...I'm going to go and get dressed in something a bit better now,” Spike said, trying to retain a shred of dignity.
“At least ask her to tailor it for wings!” Pinkie called after him. “In case you evolve into Spike With Wings!”
Spike ignored Pinkie, who turned to hop inside the boutique. The interior was lavishly designed, full of frilly decorations, with chintz padded walls and a gleaming marble floor. Pinkie let out an “ooooooh” as she gazed around at everything. Gilda attempted to keep up, but her suit continually slipped and slid across the floor. She eventually flopped onto her belly, forced to push herself along after Pinkie.
Pinkie rounded a corner and came face to face with another pony dressed to resemble a maid. The pony puffed her chest out proudly, brandishing a duster. “Ah, so you’ve come to challenge the marvelous Rarity, have you? Well, first you’ll have to get through me!” She declared. She stood frozen for a moment, still posing dramatically before deflating slightly. “Or, well, you would had that dragon not recently come through here. Rarity hasn’t given us a break to get our Pinkiemon healed between challengers… again. Go on through.” The pony turned to start dusting a large trophy case, Pinkie obliging and continuing forwards.
Gilda grumbled, having only just gotten back to her feet before being forced to attempt to keep up with her trainer.
Pinkie wandered through the halls of the building, finding its elegance far too grand to simply pass up! The building certainly seemed much smaller from the outside, it was only polite to appreciate all that she could before meeting her host.
She turned another corner and found herself standing at the base of a short staircase. At the top sat Rarity, lounging on an overly poofy couch and sipping champagne. “Hiya, Rares! You sure look relaxed for somepony that was just beaten by Poofypants!” she giggled.
“Oh?” Rarity replied, leaning up a little from her couch. “Well, it would be dreadfully undignified for a lady and a fashion artiste to be anything but completely composed!”
She took another sip of champagne. “I suppose you're here to challenge me for the Generosity Element.”
“Hey, wait, the things I need to pick up are Elements?” Pinkie asked. “But I met Twilight and Fluttershy already, and I'm supposed to have an Element too!”
“Dear me, darling, don't jump to conclusions,” Rarity admonished her. “Now, if you are here to challenge me, then we should do it in the proper surroundings.”
As Gilda came waddling slowly up, Rarity's horn glowed. There was a whoosh as several wardrobes came sliding in, and the area between Pinkie and the foot of the stairs expanded enough to form a proper fighting area.
“All right,” Gilda grinned. “Finally, a chance to beat something up!”
“Pick your Pinkiemon,” Rarity instructed.
“I choose… Lyra!” Pinkie said.
Gilda's jaw dropped. “What.”
Lyra's giant bucket of water appeared along with the mer-mare, and Rarity swooned. “Oh, no, this simply won't do! I won't allow you to get so much water on the floor!”
One of the maids came in, and lowered the section of floor Lyra's bucket was on so the rim was much closer to the floor. Another put down some towels, and Rarity relaxed slowly as she did so.
“That's better,” the unicorn mare said. “Now, you'll need to face… Opalescent!”
With a second flash of light, a giant plush cat appeared. The cat's tail lashed back and forth, and the mouth was open enough to see that there was actually a pony inside what turned out to be a great big plushy costume.
“Hey, I recognize her!” Pinkie pointed. “Isn't that Suri Polomare?”
“It's Opalescent, darling,” Rarity corrected her.
Opales-Suri prowled back and forth, moving surprisingly deftly for somepony in such a thick costume. Pinkie let out a bit of a gulp as she eyed the stuffed feline. “Maaaaybe Lyra wasn’t the best choice.” The seapony splashed about in her bucket, taking a large gulp of water and trying to spray it towards Opal. She jumped out of the way, a maid quickly zipping in to mop up the water before dashing back to the sidelines.
Opal bent over, wiggling her butt in the air as she eyed Lyra. She pounced, Lyra giving a squeak of surprise and trying to dive into her bucket, only for Suri to catch Lyra’s rubbery tail in her mouth. She tugged her out of the bucket, Lyra flopping about pitifully as Opal leaned onto her back. She began to bat the seapony around in the air, her tail flicking back and forth happily as squeaks and creaks from the helpless fish filled the room.
“Uh… ok, Gilda, I suppose it’s your turn!” Pinkie said, nudging her forward. Gilda looked smug, ready to leap upon the poofy cat when Rarity suddenly spoke up.
“Ah ah ah, Opal’s already far too occupied. You’ll have to fight Aloeanlotus!” she said.
With another flash of light, two puffy colorful birds popped into existence. They strutted about, occasionally squawking to reveal the faces of ponyville’s resident spa ponies. “What? Two? How in Equestria is that fair?” Gilda complained.
“Two?” Rarity repeated, sounding terribly confused. “What are you talking about? There's only one Pinkiemon there, Aloeanlotus.”
“That's got to be way unfair,” Gilda said. “Pinkie, isn't that way past unfair?”
She turned, to see that Pinkie was reading through a thick book clearly labelled as 'Official Pinkiemon Rulebook (4th edition)'.
“Seems legit,” Pinkie pronounced, stuffing the book back into her hair. “Go get 'em, Gilda!”
Gilda muttered something unprintable, then picked one of the Spa-ponies-of-paradise and launched herself at it.
The bird-suited pony twirled away with a flap of its wings before Gilda arrived, and the other one swept in closer – their wings a riot of colour which almost concealed what was going on… until Gilda suddenly realized that the blue pony had brought along something pink and white and frilly, which she drew Gilda's trajectory towards so the griffin found herself diving right into it before she could correct herself.
When she picked herself up again, Gilda found she was wearing a pair of frilly pillowy pantaloons over the top of her suit and her diaper, the frills so thickly packed that it made it harder for her to move.
Making a noise somewhere between a groan and a snarl, Gilda turned on the blue pony to try and get her own back, only for the pink pony to sweep in and put her in a fluffy blue dress that trapped her wings and made her look even sillier.
“Oh, how fetching!” Rarity said brightly. “That's a Dress of Good Looks on top of the Pantaloons of Lower Speed! If this keeps up your Pinkiemon will end up looking adorable!”
“I don’t wanna be adorable!” Gilda whined, tugging uselessly at her dress. She continued to try and roll back to a standing position, but the furthest she was ever able to manage was sitting upright on her overly puffy pantaloons, only to be bopped backwards by one of the birds.
The two made swift work of Gilda, tying bows and ribbons around her legs and tail, replacing her pacifier for an embarrassingly bright pink one.
Gilda flailed about, letting out several whines as they worked on her. To top everything off, while the two were busy pampering Gilda, a butler with a rather puffy rump bulge beneath his suit had pushed over a plush nest, which Gilda was now being hoisted into. She continued to grumble and complain through her pacifier, but her mutterings were quickly cut short when she was dropped into the nest. She had just enough time to see the plush bird rumps flop down on top of her as Aloeanlotus squeezed into the nest, nuzzling each other playfully.
“And that’s the match! Really, Pinkie, I expected a better display from you!” Rarity said as several butlers and maids trotted over with a rack of frilly, floofy outfits.
“Hang on, don’t I still have 2 left?” Pinkie responded, pulling out her bugbear’s ball and indicating Gummy perched atop her hat. She paid no mind to the maids taking her measurements, sifting through the outfits for a suitable dress.
Rarity looked a little confused. “Oh, you do? Poofypants only had two…” She thought. “Um… perhaps I’ll have something figured out by the time you’re in your new outfit?”
“Sure!” Pinkie agreed readily, as the maids kept taking measurements and checking appearances – including holding up a selection of diapers to see what colour would go best with Pinkie's coat.
Gilda's muffled protests continued to come from underneath Aloeandlotus, but everypony present ignored them. The only one to really react was Gummy, whose gumming on a tuft of Pinkie's hair got a little more insistent.
The dress which was ultimately produced for Pinkie to wear was a pink, purple and white one, with sparkly patterns on the pink-and-purple striping on the skirt. The maids efficiently put her in a diaper, which was then covered up by a pair of pink-and-yellow pantaloons, and the two-layered skirt flared out around the diaper with the white layer underneath the sparkly pink-and-purple one. Further up towards her head there were bow designs built into the patterning, made so the white was the continuous 'baseline' but the pink bits looked like cutouts to show the Pinkie underneath, and the maids were just about to add the high-heeled shoes when Rarity turned to look.
“I know!” she declared. “I have had the most marvellous inspiration! Since there are no Pinkiemon left, I shall battle you myself!”
“Ooh!” Pinkie said, interested. “Does this mean you're going to put on a costume too? Or are you just going to be you?”
“Oh, come now, Pinkie. We both know there’s hardly anything more elegant than myself!” She declared, fluffing her mane. “Though I suppose a more appropriate dress would be in order.” She levitated over a curtain to block her from view as the sounds of ruffling fabric could be heard. A few seconds later the curtain dropped to reveal Rarity standing in an overly poofy maid outfit. Her rump crinkled as she waddled forward, a diaper not even close to being concealed puffing out the skirt. “One must be ready to clean after making such a mess,” she said, indicating Pinkie’s two Pinkiemon, still being toyed with by Rarity’s.
“Cool! I choose you, Pinkieball!” Pinkie shouted.
“Wait, wha-?” Rarity was hit in the head by the Pinkieball, which fell to the ground beside her before opening up. Rarity let out a cry of fright as she was sucked in, the plush interior squeezing her snugly as the ball shook left and right a few times before pinging. Opal and Aloeandlotus looked over, confused as to what to do upon seeing Rarity’s capture.
Pinkie picked up the ball, dropping it proudly in her bag. “I shall call you Rares! Ooh, I wonder when we get the contests; I bet you would do wonderfully in the Beauty ones!”
Some minutes later, after some discussions and a bit of mopping, Pinkie handed her Pinkieballs over to Nurse Shy.
“Thanks, Shy!” she said brightly. “He-ey, how do you get around to all these other towns so quickly?”
“Um… I don't really know what you mean...” Nurse Shy said, rubbing her hooves together.
“Oh, I get it, it's a secret!” Pinkie said knowingly, as the helpful Pinkiemon nurse brought her Pinkiemon back over from the counter. “Don't worry, it'll be totally safe with me! I won't say a word about it!”
Fluttershy handed back her Pinkieballs, and Pinkie put Gummy back on her hat where he belonged (albeit as a hat ornament) and then sent out Gilda and Rarity – leaving Lyra in her Pinkieball to rest for now.
“Heya Rares!” she said brightly. “How are you doing?”
“That was dreadfully uncouth, Pinkie,” Rarity said, looking displeased. “And my name is Rares, not Rares.”
She paused, blinking. “My name is Rares? What's going on?”
“That's how Nicknaming works!” Pinkie told her brightly. “It's like how everypony calls me Pinkie! It's because it's my name now, like how your name is Rares now!”
She nudged Gilda, who was looking a bit dizzy after another dose of the Pinkiemon Centre treatment. “Come on, let's go to Cloudsdale! I bet that's where we're going to meet Dashie, she's our next badge challenge!”
“Huh, uh, what?” Gilda shook her head. “Wait, Dash? No way are we going there! I’m not letting her see me like this!” Gilda protested, tugging on the bow around her tail that Nurse Shy couldn’t seem to get off.
“Aw, but you look adorable! Besides, I bet Dashie is flaunting something cushy and crinkly too!” She said.
Gilda crossed her arms, pouting as she shook her head. “Nuh uh. I don’t care if she looks silly too.” She received a boop to her beak by her Pinkieball, looking down before being pulled into the plush confines.
“Sorry Gilda, but that’s the next town! I’m sure you’ll feel better once we get to see her. Come on, Rares!” Pinkie said, turning about to bounce out of the Pinkie center.
“Now, how do we get to Cloudsdale from here…” Pinkie asked.
As if on cue, somepony came trotting up to her, passing out flyers. “The Cloudsdale Blimp service has just opened for business! We hope to see you at the station soon!” Pinkie looked down at the pamphlet, which showed an image of ponies and their Pinkiemon riding in a basket beneath something that Pinkie wasn’t quite sure if it was a blimp, or a pony…
“Ooh, convenient! I hope I don’t have to go on some silly side quest for a ticket now.” She trotted happily down the street, Rarity following after her with her pampered rump swaying left and right.
At the opposite edge of town there was a queue of ponies in front of a platform, all of them shadowed by an enormous swollen balloon with several clouds painted upon it. It creaked in the breeze, and if Pinkie looked closely, she might have noticed the occasional squeaking from wiggling hooves and contented ‘mmmphs’ emanating from it.
At the head of the line stood a dazzling pony in gleaming shades, speaking loudly to the conductor pony. “We must head up to Cloudsdale immediately! I, Photo Finish, have De Magiks to create!”
“Well, I suppose we could allow somepony to cut the line,” the conductor said. “But you're only certain of getting on if you're the only pony who wants to take the slot...”
“That sounds like an invitation to me!” Pinkie announced, trotting up – still in the dress Rarity's maids had put on her. “I'll battle you for that seat!”
“This really doesn't seem like the best way to do this,” the conductor muttered, but Photo Finish turned to face Pinkie with a flourish.
“Ah!” she said. “You are my challenger! Then we will have a spectacular battle!”
“Sounds good to me!” Pinkie agreed brightly. “Hey, Rares, want to give this one a go?”
Rarity finally finished waddling up, and looked at the situation. “Pinkie? You're really going to battle Photo Finish?”
“Sure!” Pinkie said. “Or, well, you're going to battle whatever or whoever Photo Finish's Pinkiemon is, but yepperonie otherwise!”
“Let us begin!” Photo Finish declared, adjusting her shades, and produced a camera from nowhere. “We must have a battle that will create De Magiks!”
With a swift gesture, she threw a Pinkieball which produced her Pinkiemon for the battle. It looked a lot like Fleur de Lis, except for the by-now-expected suit covering her almost completely.
Unexpectedly, however, the suit's main material wasn't plush, but crinkly diaper material – largely formed into big balls of rustly floof on Fleur's legs, along with a collection around her body which conformed to the shape of her big diaper and another one for the tail.
“Hey, a Pinkiemon Poodle Pony!” Pinkie said brightly. “Go get 'er, Rares!”
Rarity reluctantly stepped forward, brandishing her duster as menacingly as one could when wearing a frilly maid’s dress. “Take… this?” She said, her magic pulsing as her duster flew forward. The duster poked into the ball of fluff on Fleur’s chest. A cloud of foal powder rushed out, which Rarity attempted to wave away. Fleur leapt forward, bouncing about and shaking her rump to cause several more clouds to hang in the air around Rarity. Rarity sniffed, her nose twitching as she tried to hold back a sneeze. She was about to strike back at Fleur with her duster, when a bright flash of light filled her vision.
“Marvelous, marvelous! Show me just how puffy your rear can be!” Photo Finish proclaimed, taking several more snapshots as Fleur bounced about. She smacked her rear into Rarity’s, sending her stumbling forward as she took several deep breaths.
“Aah… aaah.. aaaaaah!” Rarity conjured up a handkerchief, shoving her muzzle into it as she let out a loud sneeze. With it, the diaper around her rear Fwoomphed up with yet another cloud of foal powder, filling the air with the sneeze inducing substance.
“Oh dear, not Puff Powder! Don’t worry Rares, I’ll find something for you!” Pinkie cried, digging around in her bag for something to waft the powder away with.
While Pinkie dug through her bag, throwing out all sorts of junk with no obvious use, Rarity tried to fend off Fleur's attentions without being too distracted by the flashes of light from Photo Finish's camera.
It was hard to do – it seemed like every flash came at just the wrong time, distracting her when she was trying to attack or dodge or even breaking her concentration when she tried to avoid sneezing. Each sneeze raised more powder clouds around her, making her more likely to sneeze all over again, and she screwed up her muzzle and put a hoof over it just to try and avoid sneezing – making her unstable, so that Fleur could rump-bump her hard enough to knock her over onto her side.
Photo Finish took photo after photo as Rarity got back to her hooves, the near-constant flashes making it nearly impossible for Rarity to concentrate-
“Aha!” Pinkie announced, holding up a beany with a propeller on it, and dug herself out of the pile of things from her bag. “Found it! A Cool Hat!”
“That is not a cool hat!” Rarity complained. “That looks ridiculous!”
“Of course it's a cool hat, Rares!” Pinkie pointed out. “The fan goes around, and it cools you! But I bet it'll blow away that powder too!”
Rarity was about to complain, but as she took in a deep breath to start, she inhaled another cloud of powder and let out another powerful sneeze. Her diaper thickened dramatically as Pinkie leaned over to drop the hat down upon her head. With a soft whir the propeller on the top began to spin up. Rarity wobbled about, trying to stifle in another sneeze as more flashes blinded her. Without the thick powder billowing around, however, Rarity was able to get a much better grasp on what was actually happening in the battle.
Unfortunately, as she was able to take another step, Photo's camera flashed again, sending Rarity reeling. As she stumbled backwards, Pinkie spun Rarity's hat around so the brim was facing forward. “Silly, Rares! Only Pinkiemon trainers get to wear their hats backwards!”
“I wasn't the one who... oh, nevermind!” Rarity said.
The brim did help shield her eyes at least a little from the bright flashes as Photo hovered above them attempting to get aerial shots. Fleur bounced around Rarity, shaking her rear left and right.
Rarity grumbled, pouncing forward in an attempt to knock the taller pony down.
Her 'attack', as ill-coordinated as it was, did succeed in making contact with the poodle-pony performer. It sent both of them staggering to the side, before Fleur fell back onto her rump with a floomph of powder.
Rarity gasped, then tried not to inhale, and the powder went everywhere – including upwards, towards Photo Finish as she tried to get the best possible photo.
The photographer pony tried to get clear, but too late, as a gust of powder rose up all around her and provoked a sneeze. Instantly there was a floomph, as her outfit strained to contain a diaper that swelled out from underneath it.
“No!” Finish groaned. “This is not how to make De right kind of Magiks! Fleur, stop h-her-aachoo!”
Another sneeze, and another sudden poof plumping. Fleur sneezed as well, her suit expanding massively because it was all diaper, and Rarity angled her hat to blow a bit more powder at her foe – or foes, if you wanted to think of it like that.
Finish sneezed again, and again, and then Fleur sneezed one last time and the weight of the padding got too much for her. She fell over with a floomph, another massive cloud of powder engulfing both her and he Pinkiemon Trainer, and 'Rares' stepped back far enough to avoid being caught in it.
“Hooray! Great job Rares!” Pinkie said, bouncing forward. Rarity couldn't help but feel proud of herself, standing a bit taller even as her gait was spread into an absurd waddle. Pinkie happily trotted over to the pile of puff that was Photo and her Pinkiemon. She dug amongst the puff before tugging a ticket out, waving it in the air. “Alright, here we go!” She handed the ticket over to the pony staffing the balloon. She hopped into the basket as Rarity tried to lift herself in after her. She flopped in, the basket dipping down a little from the extra weight. The balloon rider tugged on some of the ropes, loosening them up before she stepped into the basket as well.
There was a rush of air, and the balloon began to rise up into the air, carrying the trio higher and higher. “Ooh, I bet Gilda would love to go flying around now!” Pinkie said. She poked her Pinkieball, and with a puff, Gilda appeared in the air.
“Don't you dare put me back in tha- wait, who's the pony we're beating up?” Gilda looked about, only to realized she was standing in mid air. “Oh...” She flapped her wings, trying to gain some air and catch back up with the balloon, her swollen padding making flying almost as wobbly as waddling.
It was a long-ish journey up to Cloudsdale, the balloon swaying gently from side to side. Rarity eventually hauled herself up to the rim of the basket, looking out over the landscape below as they rose slowly up towards the Pegasus town.
“Hey, Rares, do you know that cloud-walking spell?” Pinkie asked suddenly. “I kinda forgot to ask if you did, and I just realized that it's going to be all clouds all the time up there! I guess that might be a problem with using some of my Pinkiemon, too...”
“I suppose… no, I don't,” Rarity admitted. “And can you stop calling me Rares?”
“But Rares is your nickname, Rares!” Pinkie replied brightly. “Well, I guess that means the only one with the hidden technique we need at the moment is Gilda! We'd better use her to find a shop that sells the Cloud Walk hidden move!”
Gilda came flying over at the mention of her name. “Ugh, these things make me such a clumsy flyer… hey, how long is it before we reach Cloudsdale? I kinda need the bathroom?”
“I don't see the problem!” Pinkie replied, wiggling her own diapered butt and making it crinkle. “And of course what I mean is that we're going to ride around on you until we get the Cloud Walk spell for Rares! What did you think I meant?”
Gilda groaned. “I… right, so you're saying I need to use my diapers… AND that you dweebs are going to be riding around Cloudsdale on this padded suit of mine?”
“Yep!” Pinkie nodded. “Look, we're almost there!”
Gilda grumbled, trying to think of some way out of her impending predicament, but she had little time before the balloon poked through the clouds above them, carrying the basket up to the proper height.
“Alrighty, Gilda, you're up!” Pinkie said, poking Gilda's padded rear. Gilda winced from the extra pokes at her padding, which did little to assuage the growing pressure. She was forced to hop onto the clouds.
“Is this really the best idea you ha-oof!” She was unable to finish her sentence before Pinkie climbed on top of Gilda, the suited gryphon grunting from the extra weight.
“Hop on, Rares!” Pinkie cried, patting the crest of Gilda's diaper as if it were and adjacent cart seat. Rarity grimaced a little, but followed after Pinkie, albiet a bit more daintily.
“I hate you.” Gilda muttered, trying to waddle forward.
“Ooooooh, isn't it pretty up here? I bet everymon'd want to get a good view of the sky!” Pinkie said, marveling at the crystal blue sky and the masses of clouds that made up Cloudsdale. She pulled out her Pinkieballs, tapping the button in the center. With a puff of powder, Gummy flopped onto Gilda's head, gnawing at one of her ears to stay on.
“Ow, stop that!” Gilda tried to shake her off, but wobbled unsteadily as she tried to move both as little and as much as possible. She was torn between removing the offending plush gator and not wetting her pampers, and begrudgingly the latter won out. She was about to continue when another puff could be heard, followed by a growl.
Gilda had just enough time to see the plush bugbear appear above her before it came crashing down, smothering Gilda and the others with its cushy rump.
The impact knocked Gilda over, and knocked the others spilling out onto the cloud of Cloudsdale… which held their weight just fine.
“Hey, look at that!” Pinkie said, rolling to her hooves and bouncing up and down a couple of times on the soft, slightly springy cloud. “I guess we can walk on it after all! It's pretty fun, I see why pegasi like it!”
“...hate you so much...” Gilda mumbled, beak full of cloud, and wiggled out from under the bugbear with a squish-squish and a deep blush.
“Well, I guess we don't need to go shopping now!” Pinkie added. “Hey, let's see if Lyra works out here!”
She sent out Lyra, and the mermare dove into the cloud before coming back out and 'swimming' alongside through the pillowy white surface.
“Okay, how does that even work?” Gilda demanded.
“Silly, clouds are made of water!” Pinkie told her. “Come on, let's go see Dashie!”
“Darling, perhaps we could slow down a little?” Rarity/Rares asked.
Gilda chuckled despite herself. “Yeah, good luck with that...”
It was a waddle of only a few minutes through Cloudsdale before they came to a building, and Pinkie pointed to it. “There we go! That's where Dashie is, I bet!”
Rarity panted as she waddled up. “Slow… down… phew… are you sure?”
“Of course!” Pinkie replied, trotting up the steps to the Wonderbolt Stadium. “Where else would Dashie be?”
She glanced back, and spotted the Bugbear terrorizing some of the local pegasi. “Whoopsie! Better get him back under control first!”
Pinkie bounced over to the plush bear who was attempting to poke some passing pegasi with his squishy stinger. Each poke made a silly “squeaky”, the ponies on the receiving end stumbling backwards as their bellies began to slowly expand from the puff venom. “Buzzy, you stop that! We have a Wonderbolt to beat! You can play with your balloons later!” She scolded the creature. It whimpered and let out a morose growl as it batted the pegasi away and they attempted to keep their hoofing on the clouds.
The group made their way into the stadium, where, by the sound of things, a match was currently in progress. Pinkie was about to make her way through the halls, but was quickly distracted by the concessions. After loading herself and her Pinkiemon up with soda, snacks, and cotton candy, she hurried up some steps out into the amphitheater. Ponies cheered as they watched the show currently in progress, where a rather puffy and smug looking Wonderbolt was facing off against a short pudgy dragon in a dress.
“Hiya Poofypants!” Pinkie called from the crowd. “How are you doing?”
“Pinkie?” the dragon asked, turning. “I should have known – wait, is that Rarity you've got with you? How did you manage that?”
He looked down at his dress, then back up at her. “Um… I still have that dress she put me in!”
“You need to send out your next Pinkiemon,” the Wonderbolt hinted, bringing Spike's attention back to the battle.
“Right,” Spike said. “Peewee, go for it!”
The phoenix he sent out was much bigger and more majestic than it had been back in the lab, with full-size wings that let it hover in mid-air as it faced off against the Wonderbolt.
Waving himself from side to side, crinkling a little, the Wonderbolt jumped up and grabbed Peewee – fending off a burst of fragrant confetti from the plushy phoenix – and bounced over to the side of the arena, before rising up and dunking him through a hoop.
When Peewee came out the end of the hoop he was dressed in a custom-looking Wonderbolts uniform, thickly padded and with a Wonderbutts! Logo on the side.
“Looks like you lose, Poofypants,” the Wonderbolt declared. “Let's get you into your complimentary Wonderbutts uniform! You'll match your Pinkiemon!”
“Eheh, right...” Spike groaned. “Okay, um… I guess I'd better take the dress off-”
“Nope, no need,” the Wonderbutt said, and two others descended on Spike with an extra-large diaper and a Wonderbutts onesie.
There were several minutes of squeaky scuffling as the crowd cheered and laughed at Spike's defeat. Soon enough, however, he was stuck wobbling on his newly padded butt, tail flicking back and forth across his crinkly suit. He blushed brightly, squeezing the flap of his onesie to keep it from popping open as the fluff strained against it. He eventually made it to the locker room as the Wonderbolt soaked in the praise from the audience, showing off as much as he could. “Ooooh, too bad! Looks like it's time for our challenger to hit the showers! Anypony else feeling brave enough to take on the Wonderbolts and have a shot at facing the totally awesome Rainbow Dash?”
A hush fell over the crowd as they look among each other, wondering who the next challenger might be.
“Mmmphheee!” Came a muffled call. Pinkie was standing proudly with several hooffuls of popcorn in her mouth. Gilda was groaning as Rarity tried to stick out of sight.
Pinkie leapt down into the center of the stadium, trotting towards the Wonderbolt. With a large gulp, she swallowed the rest of her candy and posed dramatically. “I bet I can beat your boastful bottom! Lemme at her!” She declared.
“Oh, you do?” the Wonderbolt asked. “Well, then, I'm not going to stop you… unless, that is, you're the boastful one! So let's see what you can do!”
“Right!” Pinkie replied, rummaging in her bag. “I know I had him in here somewhere...”
As she began throwing out dozens of bizarre items from her bag, her two Pinkiemon in the audience tried to avoid looking too much like they were with her.
“Him?” Gilda asked. “So she's got us, as much as that's embarrassing… Lyra's a mermare, not a merstallion – actually, where is she?”
Rares pointed to the concession stand, where Lyra was trying to order extra soda.
“Right… and then there's Gummy. Who's here,” Gilda said, indicating the plushy Pinkiemon now halfway through a giant cotton candy stick. “Should we tell her?”
“If we did that they'd pay attention to us,” Rarity sighed. “So no, I don't think so.”
“All right, yeah, good point,” Gilda admitted. “So… wait, that means she's going to be using the bugbear?”
“Found it!” Pinkie announced at about the same time, producing a pink-and-white Pinkieball. “Go!”
The Bugbear appeared in a flash, towering over the Wonderbolt, who suddenly looked a lot less confident.
“Ah, well, maybe-” he began.
“Hey, what are you?” called a familiar voice.
Rainbow Dash swaggered out onto a balcony. “Are you a Wonderbolt or a chicken?”
“I, uh...” The Wonderbolt stammered, looking up at the imposing figure that was Rainbow Dash.
“Well I think that settles it~” Dash said smugly. A few Wonderbolts zipped through the sky, pouncing upon the initial Wonderbolt. After a bit of struggling they stepped back to reveal his new fat chicken outfit, wobbling unsteadily on his hind legs.
“Bwuuhk” was all he could manage to say before one of the other Wonderbolts smacked him across the field, the other following suit and each taking turns to bounce him along.
There was a 'flump' as Dash dove through the air to land atop the clouds in front of Pinkie, grinning wildly as her goggles gleamed in the sun. “So, you're looking to take on the champ are ya?”
Pinkie just giggled, waving a hoof. “Silly Dashie, you're not the champ, that's still a few bosses away!”
Dash looked a little sour, staring up at the Bugbear. “Pffft, that all you got? I'm gonna squash him into a pancake!” Her grin returned as she took to the skies, dashing through the air.
“Come on Buzzy, get 'em with your string shots!” Pinkie shouted.
The bugbear growled in approval, its stinger flicking up as it shot a long stream of yarn towards Dash.
She dove out of the way, diving down to smack the bugbear square in the muzzle with her diaper. The crowd roared as the bugbear grabbed at its nose, Dash showing off and encouraging them to chant as her opponent recovered.
“Try dodging!” Pinkie called, and the bugbear dodged. It wasn't actually being attacked, so the dodge didn't help much, but it did dodge – only to get thumped in the side by Dash's hooves as she came zooming around.
“That's not much of a move!” Dash called. “Come on, speed it up, I'm falling asleep here!”
“Ooh, good idea!” Pinkie agreed. “Use some sleeping powder!”
Dash took off as the bugbear tried to hit her with a burst of pink powder, flapping her wings to blow the powder back at the bugbear, and the cloud engulfed the Pinkiemon that had fired it… as well as a large chunk of the stands.
“Whoopsie,” Dash said as some of her audience passed out, then shrugged. “Whatever! Anyway, you don't think something like that's going to stop me?”
“Not really, 'cause you have type advantage, but it might help!” Pinkie said brightly. “Buzzy, try stinging!”
Dash dodged, weaved, and then kicked at the sting as it jabbed towards her – making the Bugbear sting itself in the paw, which made the big plushy Pinkiemon start to swell up larger and larger as the Poof-son took effect.
“Oh, no, Buggy!” Pinkie cried. “You're getting more huggable, though, which is good!”
The Bugbear's swelling frame only made it less and less maneuverable as Dash flew circles around it. She bapped her rump against the Bugbear's, taking care to avoid the stinger, and sending the bloating plush spinning through the air. “Pffft, looks like you should've been practicing more!” Dash gloated as she showed her own crinkly rump off for the audience members that hadn't dozed off.
Indeed, it did seem to Pinkie she might have wanted to think this plan through a little further as she watched her Pinkiemon continue to grow. That is, until Dash was cocky enough to fly beneath the fattening plush.
It was at just that time that the plush's wings gave out, no longer able to support all the fluff stuffed into him, and he plummeted downwards. Right on top of Dash.
With an “oof!”, the two were sent spiraling downwards, a few members of the stadium gasping as they watched their poofy Wonderbutt attempt to get out from under the Bugbear.
Instead she was thoroughly squashed between the plush Bugbear's behind and the cottony cloud floor of the stadium, clouds of foal powder rushing out from the pair as they landed in a puffy heap.
“Hee hee!” Pinkie giggled. “I guess you got hit with a Plush Smash!”
She tilted her head. “Ooh, I invented a move! I'll have to tell Professor Golden Oaks about that!”
“Great,” Dash mumbled. “Now, get this thing off me!”
She struggled, making the Bugbear wiggle back and forth, but she couldn't work up the leverage to budge the pudge.
“I guess I might get you out from under there,” Pinkie hinted, bouncing down onto the cloudy stadium floor. “But you'd have to admit that I won the battle! Think you can do it, Dashie? I bet you can!”
“Ergh...” Rainbow Dash mumbled, legs kicking a bit, then slumped. “Fine, sure, you win, whatever.”
Fireworks went off, and the words 'defeated: RAINBOW DASH' spelled themselves out in the air.
“Huh, that's kinda cool!” Pinkie said. “I didn't know you had that set up!”
“Yeah, I never thought I'd actually need it,” Dash admitted. “Now, get this bugbear off me! You promised!”
“Yeppers!” Pinkie agreed brightly. “I promised to get you out from under there all right!”
She threw a Pinkieball, and Dash had just enough time to spot it before it hit her – sucking her in in a flash of light.
The ball wobbled left and right, and if Pinkie listened carefully she might have heard the muffled indignant shouting of a rather upset pegasus. Still, the ball remained shut, and Pinkie eagerly scooped it into her hooves, squeezing it tightly. “Hooray! 2 down, 1 to go! Unless I need to capture Golden Oaks and Nurse Shy at the end of this too. Boy, that'd be awfully mean, where'd everypony go for their Pinkiemon centers then?” As she was mulling that over, she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking. She looked down, only to notice there was nothing supporting her. Looking back, she could see the edge of the clouds several feet away. “Oops.” Was all she could manage before she went plummeting down to Earth.
“Eeep, save me Dashie!” the Pinkiemon trainer cried, throwing her Pinkieball beneath her.
With a flash of light Dash popped free, ruffling her feathers. “Alright, now what wa- oof!”
She was unable to finish her sentence as Pinkie came crashing down on top of her. Dash's wings spread out as she attempted to keep herself aloft. Thankfully Pinkie was much lighter than an overstuffed Bugbear, and while she wasn't moving much faster than a brisk trot, she was able to stay airborne, Pinkie leaning down upon her newly captured friend.
It took them a few minutes to come down to ground level, allowing Dash to let Pinkie off, and finally let both of them get a good look at what the Pinkieball had done to Dash's look.
“Oh, come on...” Dash groaned. “Do those things have a sense of humour or something?”
Like Gilda's outfit, Dash had been dressed up in a thick plush suit, complete with the bulge of a big diaper.
Unlike Gilda's outfit, the suit Dash had ended up in was not simply a plush version of herself. Instead it was a big cheetah costume, with giant poofy paws in place of her front hooves, and a cute tail at the back which completely subsumed her rainbow-patterned original tail. The suit had a hoodie as well, one which was over Dash's head up to her ears, though it did let her rainbow mane stream out the back.
There were also little gaps for Dash's wings to come out of, though when she folded them they almost vanished into the suit.
“Hee, but it does kinda fit you, Dashie!” Pinkie said. “You know… fast cheetahs? And you can also be kind of a cheater!”
There was a flash as Gilda came out of her Pinkieball, with Rares following a moment later to see what all the fuss was about.
“Hey, did I hear something about – pfft!” Gilda said, staring. “Oh, wow, this almost makes the whole thing worth it by itself!”
Dash sat on her crinkly rump and huffed.
“Aw, cheer up Dashie! We gotta get to AJ's farm for my next badge anyway!” Pinkie said eagerly. She turned about and began to bounce down the road, Rares following afterwards as Gilda continued to poke fun at Dash's suit as she took to the air. Dash grumbled, slinking along behind them as they made their way toward the large orchard in the distance.
As the group drew steadily closer to the barn, Pinkie's mind was racing with what kind of strategy she want to use. Applejack sure does like apples, and she's always making cider. That must mean she'll use water Pinkiemon! Well, Dashie should be able to guzzle up all the cider she'd throw her way! And any she didn't will just soak into her cushy diaper!
Then again, she was an earth pony, she might use ground types. Well, Gilda ought to be good then too, then they can dive bomb and smother them with their puffy rears!
As Pinkie contemplated, she hardly even noticed there was nopony standing in her way when she stepped up to the two doors in the barn. And how the barn seemed a bit darker than it should have been for this time of day.
“Say, where's Poofypants? He's usually here before I am...” Pinkie wondered aloud, only to bump into something. Something big and crinkly.
“Poofypants?” Dash asked, waddling up behind. “Who's Poofypants?”
She nearly bumped into Pinkie in turn, and looked up. “I… huh?”
Just inside the entrance to the barn was a tall plushy shape a little higher than Pinkie, standing on two legs and one hand with a long poofy tail behind it. The shape was white all over, with big all-but-useless plush hands, and looked kind of like a more softly designed diamond dog with great big ears.
Under the plush was a truly enormous diaper bulge, which was forcing the legs of the plushy critter wide to allow it to stand up.
“Huh,” Pinkie said, taking a step back and examining it more closely. “That's kinda cute! But it doesn't really fit with any of the themes Applejack has… unless it's made out of a leaf or something? Ooh, maybe it's a forest spirit?”
“Hey, uh, Pinkbutt?” Gilda asked. “Didn't you say Poofypants was going through here? 'cause I think that's his phoenix over there in that cage.”
“Phoenix?” Dashie said. “Wait, do you mean Poofypants?”
She blinked. “How come I can't say Poofypants? I mean Poofypants! Rhymes with like, Poofypants!”
The big-mittened plush critter took a step forward, threateningly, before a voice called him.
“Oh, by all means, let them in. I'm going to enjoy this.”
The voice didn't sound like Applejack at all.
“On second thought,” it added. “Cuddle the white one. I'm sure you'll enjoy that.”
Rares let out of squeak of fright as the large cat-like creature pounced upon her, snuggling her into its warm plush belly. Its padded rear shook left and right as its tail swished across it contentedly. “Hey, that's not fair, we haven't even started the battle yet!” Pinkie said as the cat like creature rolled over, pawing at Rares as she was stuck resting atop its gut.
“Oh, pardon me, I haven't introduced myself.” The voice said. There was a rustle and crinkle of plastic as a shadowy figure stepped out into the light streaming in from the doorway. Nightmare Moon stood in front of the group, her form puffy and cushy, several seams and tapes running down her sides. Her rump was swollen, giving the impression of a thick diaper as she smirked at her opponents.
Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically. “Nightwear Moon!”
Dash scratched her head. “Uh, don't you mean Nightma-”
“What've you done to AJ, Nightwear?” Pinkie exclaimed, standing proudly in front of her.
“I defeated her, of course. Nopony's a better trainer than I am!” She smiled smugly.
Pinkie's eyes narrowed. “Not if I have anything to say about it! Go, Dashie, Gilda! We're gonna take this pompous poofy pony down and save our AJ! Or, well, get her to join our team!”
“Ah, a double battle?” Nightwear asked, sounding interested. “Well, I suppose I'll allow it… if you want to speed things up, of course...”
Her horn glowed, and two Pinkieballs rose up behind her – though they didn't look like any Pinkieballs they'd seen so far. They were dark purple and black instead of pink and white, and looked positively malicious.
Both 'balls flared, sending out Nightwear's two Pinkiemon.
The first to emerge was a bumblebutt suit, with black plushy sleeves on the legs (and an extra pair of plush faux-legs bouncing around the middle), with yellow-and-black stripes all down the torso to the standard big-diaper-bulge and an extra puffy stinger, with a pair of googly antennae bouncing on a headband, and with an Applejack stuffed inside it – her fake wings flittering a little in even the slightest breeze.
But the second made Pinkie gasp, and Dashie and even Gilda look at least a little worried.
Standing in front of them in a puffy foxy plush-suit, all big brown paw-mittens and an orange-clad padded rump and a long fluffy foxy-tail, was none other than Princess Celestia herself. Her costume was almost the most complete they'd seen, with even her muzzle covered by the muzzle of the suit (complete with a little fake mouth with a stuck-out tongue), and only her eyes and her streaming mane were visible.
Both padded-up pony Pinkiemon had pink swirls in their eyes, endlessly circling, and neither of them seemed to recognize their opponents.
“Princess Celestia?” Pinkie asked. “You fiend, Nightwear Moon! You've trapped her!”
“I simply defeated her,” Nightwear said, chuckling. “And you've challenged me, so unless you somehow manage to overcome my skill as a Pinkiemon trainer… you'll all be joining them!”
“Pah, that's what you think! I have plot armor!” Pinkie declared.
“That's an interesting way to describe a diaper.” Nightwear Moon remarked snidly.
“Dashie, use crowd pleaser!” Pinkie said, pointing dramatically.
“Uh... alright?” Dash said, unsure of what exactly Pinkie meant. She supposed the crowd did like to see her thickly padded rear whenever she performed. Momentarily forgetting who was standing beside her, Dash turned about, shaking her thick rump back and forth in Celestia and Applejacks' face.
Gilda attempted to stifle a laugh, 'snrrk'ing through her talons. Celestia seemed unfazed by Dash's move, but Applejack found her gaze strangely drawn to the diaper wagging in front of her. She stared into the poofiness, her whole body starting to sway side to side in time with the shaking.
“Celly, snap her out of it.” Nightwear said confidently. Celestia smacked her own rump into Applejack, sending her stumbling to the side. She shook her head, which was no longer clouded by the sight of Dash's butt.
“Awww, no fair!” Pinkie whined as Applejack prepared for her own attack.
“Of course it's fair,” Nightwear replied. “You're the one with the cheater.”
“Hey!” Dash complained, then realized what she was doing and blushed. “Um, I mean, hey Pinkie as well! And stop laughing, Gilda!”
“I wasn't laughing, Dashie,” Gilda replied. “I was sniggering, totally different!”
Dash somewhat belatedly stopped wiggling her rump. “Well, close enough! And – look out!”
Gilda blinked. “Huh?”
She spotted the incoming bee-plush-suited form of Applejack, and ducked – but Applejack swung her rump around, jabbing the squishy plushy stinger on the end into Gilda's beak.
There was a faint glug-glug sound and Gilda squawked in surprise, gulping down several beakfulls of cider before Applejack withdrew her stinger again and buzzed off back over to her side of the barn battlefield.
“What was that?” Dash asked. “What just happened?”
“A simple Taste Test,” Nightwear Moon explained. “Didn't that taste nice?”
“Well, kinda,” Gilda replied. “But whatever! I'm going to beat you and your Pinkiemon up anyway!”
Dash coughed.
“Save them, whatever,” Gilda waved, crouching down.
“Pounce!” Pinkie called. “Snuggle that AJ!”
Gilda's diaperbutt and her suited-up tail wiggled from side to side as she prepared to pounce, then she suddenly looked distant and her stance relaxed.
Her diaper bloated out a bit, and she shook her head – then blushed. “Uh… w-wait, did I just-”
“Any foal should know that drinking lots of cider can replace your next attack with a Wet,” Nightwear told her with a smirk.
Pinkie grumbled a bit, kicking herself for not reading through the tutorial first. “Well... uh... Dashie, hit 'em with another Crowd Pleaser!” she said. Dash dutifully spun about, but as she waggled her tush, she noticed something rather alluring. It was a big, swollen, crinkly rear shaking left and right, a yellow spotted tail swinging across it as it seemed to grow even bigger the longer she looked.
In reality, Celestia had pulled out a mirror, and Dash couldn't pull herself away from looking over her shoulder at her own reflection. She giggled, Celestia warping the material to help give the illusion Dash's diaper was growing thicker, which only encouraged her to shake even more.
“Goodness, you really shouldn't be so predictable, Pinkie! That wouldn't have worked if you'd simply tried a Butt Bounce.” Nightwear smirked.
Pinkie's cheeks puffed out with frustration, Applejack preparing another move.
The ex-farmpony jumped forward, landing beside Dash, pulled a bucket out of seemingly nowhere and began to pour the sticky contents out onto the floor. Dash, too preoccupied by her own bottom didn't notice as her hooves became stuck to the floor from the honey, leaving her rooted to the ground. Applejack made to start pouring the honey over Dash's rear, but Gilda suddenly knocked her to the side, sending the bucket flying as Gilda plopped her rear atop Applejack. “Hah, take that!” She went to move off, but found her rear was stuck to Applejack, who promptly began to rub and squish at the swollen soggy diaper being presented to her.
“H-hey, stop it...” Gilda blushed, wiggling to try and break free and finding that was just making it harder to ignore the stimulation.
It was making her feel kind of fuzzy, full of embarrassment and yet having trouble feeling as annoyed as she should be – and when the tip of Applejack's stinger swung towards her, her mouth watered as she wondered if it would be okay taking just another sip.
“Hey, snap out of it!” Pinkie called. “You're stuck by honey! That's like sugar but a bit more nutritious! You can eat your way out of trouble!”
Eat? That was kind of like drink… Gilda wondered how much she could drink if she really tried.
Meanwhile, Dash blinked – her tail and her rump swinging hypnotically back and forth, so she could only focus on the reflection as it swelled bigger and bigger and bigger, lost in the alluring images in the mirror fox-Celestia was holding up.
“Well, now,” Nightwear mused, smirking. “It looks like your Pinkiemon might be in a bit of trouble… but if I'm going to have them, I think I'd better make a few changes. Your griffin isn't quite what I'm after.”
She threw one of her black balls, and it bounced off Gilda's rump before shooting a beam of light at her plushy Griffin suit.
Unlike with a regular Pinkieball, however, the glow didn't pull Gilda inside – instead, the glow spread all over Gilda's suit, which quickly began swelling up all around her and taking on a fluffier, whiter colouring.
Gilda's eyelids lowered as she drank and drank and drank. She let out a soft sigh, wetting her diaper again as it grew even more warm and bloated. Her suit continued to expand, becoming fluffier as black mittens coated her claws and hind paws. The fluff covered her previous gryphon outfit, and soon Gilda was stuffed into an overly thick sheep costume. She snuggled into her suit, still stuck to Applejack and giggling as her padded rear continued to be massaged and rubbed.
“Oh, no...” Pinkie groaned. “It looks like Team Pinkie's poofing up again!”
She shook her head. “Well, I'm not going to be dealt with so easily, you meanie Nightwear! I've still got some more Pinkiemon!”
“Ah ah ah!” Nightwear said, waving her hoof. “I see you really didn't read the rules. With how many Pinkiemon you've already used, I'm able to say we can only use the Pinkiemon we already have on the field!”
“Wait, um… hang on,” Pinkie said, counting on her hooves and holding up one for each Pinkiemon. “So Poofypants and Rares are on the field, but they've kinda handled each other… and Dashie's stuck looking at her own Crowd Pleaser, 'cause Celestia beat her… and Applejack got Gilda...”
She frowned. “I don't get it, who do you mean?”
“Isn't it obvious?” Nightwear asked. “It's… you!”
Pinkie gasped. “Gasp!”
She frowned. “Wait, I'm a Pinkiemon! I never knew! I wonder what fun things I could have been doing if only I'd known!”
Nightwear Moon brought out one of her black Pinkieballs. “I don't know… but I bet I'm going to have fun finding out!”
Nightwear tossed the ball towards Pinkie, who let out a soft “oof!” as she was beaned in the head by it.
The ball fell to the ground before opening up, and with a flash of light Pinkie found herself sitting in a plush sphere – the outfit Rarity had given her from before gone.
She wiggled around in the ball, the cushy walls of the Pinkieball cushioning her kicks and struggles for freedom. The ball wobbled to one side, bouncing Pinkie into the plush wall as she felt a diaper puff up around her flanks with a cloud of foal powder. “Oooh, so that's what happens in these things!” Pinkie said, suddenly being tossed to the opposite side of the ball as it shook again, her diaper swelling to spread down her legs and up her chest. With another wobble Pinkie was tossed about again, and her diaper swelled thicker, reaching the tips of her hooves as a hood wrapped itself over her head.
Nightwear smiled smugly as her black Pinkieball clicked, signifying her victory over the pink pony. She scooped up the ball, tossing it into the air a few times before letting it fall to the ground. The ball popped open, and out from it sprang Pinkie, stuffed into a crinkly suit of herself, complete with overly puffy diapered rump.
“Heey, how come I'm in this kind of suit?” Pinkie demanded. “This is more like what Gilda had! I guess it's okay, but it's not as fun as something else!”
She wiggled her diaper a bit. “Though I guess it is kind of crinkly, which is good...”
“I think you'll find you'll get used to it,” Nightwear said, casually, spinning the Pinkieball around in mid-air. “In fact, let's get started with that right now.”
Nightwear's horn glowed a deep purple, and she brought out a brown paper bag.
“Ooh!” Pinkie said, waddling over. “That looks like a sweets bag!”
“These are Pinkie-candies,” Nightwear told her. “Sit!”
Pinkie sat down, wiggling her rump a little and feeling it crinkle against the floor, then stood up again. “Heey, I'm not a doggie! I'm a Pinkie!”
Nightwear picked one of the candies out of the bag, showing that it was a hard candy with a swirly pink-and-black surface, and tossed it lightly into the air. “That's good enough for now.”
Pinkie grabbed the candy out of the air in both her plush-coated hooves, checked for a moment to make sure nothing had stuck to it, then shrugged and popped it into her mouth.
It tasted amazing. It was so good that Pinkie felt kind of weak at the knees for a moment, a shiver passing down her spine, and her crinkly puffy suit got just a little bit puffier as it melted into joyous sugar on her tongue.
“Want another one?” Nightwear asked, a glitter in her eyes.
“Y-yeah,” Pinkie nodded, then blushed slightly. “Well, um, yeah, because I like sweets?”
Nightwear smirked, levitating another candy out of the bag, and threw it to the other side of the room. “Fetch!”
Pinkie bounded after the sweet, making a dive to catch it on her tongue before it hit the floor. She eagerly ate the candy and let out a sigh of satisfaction as she sank into her fluffy suit. Pinkie looked back to Nightwear, who was holding another candy in the air. “Roll over, then.” She said.
Pinkie nodded, rolling over and over and over to make her way towards Nightwear. Her suit crinkled up a storm as she did, causing Pinkie to giggle before she came to a stop below Nightwear, her mouth open expectantly.
“I was going to say come-by next, but it seems you read my mind.” Nightwear smirked, pulling out a second treat. She dropped them both into Pinkie's mouth, who squeezed her cheeks as her spine tingled again, her padded suit fluffing up even further from the double dosage.
“Ooooh, I should've been a Pinkiemon sooner!” She said, massaging her growing suit.
Nightwear pressed a hoof into Pinkie's diaper, rubbing it gently as Pinkie shuddered again. “Hold still now~” Nightwear teased, brandishing another sweet.
Pinkie gulped, trying her best to remain motionless as Nightwear continued to poke and prod at her suit, feeling just how cushy and fluffy it was becoming.
After a few minutes, Pinkie was trembling, wanting to have another Pinkie-Candy but knowing she had to stay, to wait exactly where she was, until-
“Good Pinkiemon!” Nightwear said, dropping two Pinkie-Candies at once into her mouth. The sugary sensation pulsed through Pinkie all at once, making her wiggle back and forth in bliss as her padding plumped out, and Nightwear patted her on the head.
“That's a good Pinkie,” she said. “Well done! Now, I bet you're all thirsty after that… here's some juice for you!”
Pinkie took the foal's bottle, and pouted. “But I wanted more candy...”
“Well, maybe you'll get some candy if you have your bottle,” Nightwear hinted. “Remember, good Pinkiemon get Pinkie-Candies.”
That was good enough for Pinkie, and she started to drink the juice down – and found that it was just as good as the sweets! It was a different kind of taste, with more of a fruity tang than the swirly sweets, but though the feeling of tingly happiness was weaker than the sugar hit of the Pinkie-Candy it just kept going and kept going.
Pinkie's eyes glazed a little as she drank, not wanting to stop until she ran out of juice at all – and even then she'd just feel upset there wasn't even more available.
Pinkie's mind wandered a bit as she drank up the juice, wondering just what it was she had been trying to do before she ended up as Nightwear's Pinkiemon. She had tried to be... something... a Pinkiemon master? That seemed silly, she was a Pinkiemon after all, and Pinkiemon couldn't be Pinkiemon masters. And why wouldn't she want to be a Pinkiemon anyway when being one meant getting so many sweets and all this tasty juice. Not to mention her overly puffy suit and padding.
And thinking of padding, Pinkie couldn't help but cross her legs a bit as she drank some more. Her suit was already so puffy, and she could feel a pressure building within her diaper. How much juice was there left, anyway?
Still she drank, scrunching her muzzle as her eyes swam a bit, her thoughts still floating about to puffy diapers and crinkly Pinkieballs and tasty treats.
She eventually let out a long sigh, her diaper swelling thicker, growing warm as she squeezed her legs and rocked about on her padded rear. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink deeper into the fluff of her suit as she focused on the feeling of it warming and swelling.
Pinkie suddenly found herself drinking an empty bottle, whining a bit that the sweet taste and warm puffing had come to an end.
“Aww… poor thing,” Nightwear Moon chuckled darkly, giving Pinkie a crinkly pat on the head and another sweet treat – which Pinkie snaffled down eagerly, giggling at the taste. “And it looks like you've learned Soak, well done!”
Pinkie giggled, feeling all proud as she squished slightly.
“Now, let's test your main attack,” Nightwear added. “It's not long before it's time for the next challenger, and I want you to be ready… so let's test out your special Pinkie-move.”
Lifting up a glittering pink crystal with two blue and one yellow markings on it, Nightwear swayed it back and forth. “This is a P-crystal, which lets you do your special move – Poofy Power Party! So just focus on it, and let it bring up all your energy...”
Pinkie nodded absently, the crystal sucking up her focus as it swayed back and forth.
Nightwear said something, something about having to move in the right way, and it sounded like it made perfect sense to Pinkie. She wiggled her big poofy butt left, right, up and down, then bounced on her diaper twice, before rolling over and springing back to her plush hooves and striking a pose.
There was a massive thoom of sweet-smelling pink powder, and a powerful aroma of pastry. When the powder cleared enough to see through, Pinkie gasped.
It was a whole room full of pastries! Of sweets! Of puddings and confectioneries! Of chocolate and sugar and toffee and caramel, cream and fudge and brownies too!
Pinkie spent several seconds admiring her work, and as she was about to get stuck in there was a knock at the door.
“Oh, it sounds like my guests are here!” Nightwear chuckled. “Go and let them in...”
Pinkie bounced over to the door, still shaking her butt left and right excitedly as she opened the door. Professor Golden Oaks and Nurse Shy stood in the doorway, and Pinkie let out an excited gasp. “Wowie, what a great surprise! You two are just in time for the party!” She exclaimed.
“Party? Pinkie wa-” Golden Oak's protests were cut short as Pinkie grabbed both of them by the hooves and pulled them inside towards all the sugary confections.
“I'm glad to see you two could join us!” Nightwear said, happily biting down on a slice of cake. “Pinkie, be a dear and give them something to eat.” She stuffed the rest of the cake into her mouth before plopping her cushy butt onto a seat. Pinkie zipped back and forth between the available sweets, piling plates high with cookies and cake and pudding and brownies and ice cream sundaes and caramel and all manner of cavity-causing treats.
She shoved the plates into Golden Oak and Shy's hooves, bouncing eagerly as she waited for them to try the candy.
“Pinkie, what's going on?” Shy asked, looking over at Nightwear nervously.
Pinkie giggled, “A party, silly! Don't tell me you've never had cake before! It's easy, all you gotta do is...” Pinkie poised a scoop of ice cream in front of Shy's face before shoving into her mouth, Nurse Shy letting out a soft 'eep!' of surprise, her eyes widening as the delicious cream melted on her tongue.
“But that's not why we're here,” Golden Oaks said, as Shy swallowed her scoop of ice cream and looked wistfully at the pile on her plate. “We're here because we heard something was wrong here… and it certainly is!”
“Wrong?” Pinkie asked, crinkling, and held up a peanut-butter-and-chocolate cookie. “What's wrong with something as tasty as this? Can't you smell how lovely it smells from here?”
“Well… kind of,” the Professor admitted, licking her lips, then shook her head firmly. “That's not what's important right now. What's important right now is finding out why Celestia isn't in charge here, she's who's supposed to be.”
“Whaat?” Pinkie did a double-take. “That's what's so important?”
“Yes, it is,” Oaks replied. “It's – Nurse Shy, can you please pay attention?”
Shy looked a bit embarrassed, and put her third slice of brownie down. “Um… sorry Professor… it's just really nice...”
“Well, I'm sure Nightwear would love to talk to you about it!” Pinkie said. “But after I put out all this tasty food you'd better have it first! It'd go to waste otherwise!”
“Well… all right, I suppose I have been working hard,” the Professor admitted, levitating up one of the cookies and having a bite.
Then another.
The two began to make their way through the piles of desserts on their plates, Shy slurping down a milkshake as Golden Oaks stuffed a few brownies into her mouth. Pinkie began to partake in some of the sweets as well, her belly stretching somewhat as she gobbled up some candied apples. As she felt her suit plump up, Pinkie felt a poke on her butt. Looking over her shoulder she spotted Nightwear, who was still grinning widely. “I think it's time for your finishing touch. How about a Crinklebutt to make this party extra fun?” She said.
Pinkie nodded excitedly, jumping back over to the others, who were still eagerly devouring the sweets. Pinkie shook her rear left and right, bouncing up and down, squishing her rump into the floor. There was a soft rumble, and suddenly a cloud of foal powder burst from her, concealing the trio from view. As the powder cleared, Nurse Shy and Golden Oaks could be seen with thick, puffy diapers pressed snugly into their seats as they ate. With each bite, their diapers began to grow just as Pinkie's had, spreading down their legs and up their torsos, although neither pony seemed to notice.
Shy's tail was becoming stuffed into a large fluffy wolfy one, which promptly shook left and right as she happily ate, while Golden Oak's belly was starting to become a transparent emerald to contrast the black of the rest of her diaper.
“Ooh, try this one!” Pinkie offered, holding out a croissant with chocolate and hazelnut filling. “It's great!”
The Professor took it and added it to her plate, eating it up in three bites, and as she did the crinkly material growing from her diaper closed over her rear hooves – and climbed up past her shoulders, getting closer and closer to completion with every sweet, tasty, filling bite.
“And this one's a pair of whirls at each end of a chocolate torsade!” Pinkie added, holding up the bone-shaped pastry before tossing it for Nurse Shy. The diaper-butted Pinkiemon medic jumped, snatching the torsade out of the air, and began eating it from one end as big silly clumsy puppy paw-booties developed on her hooves one at a time.
“Ooh, and this one's orange-flavoured chocolate… I think I'll have that!” the hostess decided, eating it down in a half-dozen satisfied bites. “Oh, but what about some liquorice croute! And why not have some more of these spiral-swirly Pinkieball ones, they're just so great to eat even if they make you feel all dizzy and happy!”
Nurse Shy's suit was the first one to finish, swaddling her over completely in a grey-and-yellow wolf costume with a big wagging tail and a giant clumsy crinklebutt, and Professor Oaks' own suit finished forming just a moment later – a big black-and-green Changeling, almost like a queen, except that this royal changeling was much smaller and 'younger' with a big pastel green diaper on the outside of the suit itself.
The trio of softly suited and puffily padded ponies flopped to the floor, all absolutely stuffed from the treats they had all consumed. Nightwear laughed proudly as her new Pinkiemon squeezed their engorged bellies, rocking back and forth on their puffy diapers. She pulled out her black and pink Pinkieballs, tossing them at the group. They were promptly stuffed into the confines of the Pinkieballs, each squeezed tightly into their suits by the puffy interior. Nightwear dropped them into her bags, pulling the zipper tight before she began to trot out of the room. All she needed now was a PC to keep them in...
