They were screaming. They were screaming but they couldn’t scream.

Limestone couldn’t believe it. As she thrashed against her chair, lips still locked down by the zipper, she realized what Eris planned to do to them.

That crazy freak is going to treat me like a foal! Limestone couldn’t contain her rage, but her binds did it for her. No matter how much force she threw behind snapping the cuffs from her hooves, they remained firmly in place.

Gilda was digging her claws into her chair’s armrest, leaving deep marks but failing to snap her cuffs free. Ember looked like she was trying to breathe fire again, only to stop short at her zippered mouth. A puff of smoke pluming from her nostrils confirmed her failure.

“My my, don’t you all look eager to begin,” Eris giggled. The trio didn’t slow their struggling one bit. “At least we aren’t shouting up a storm again.”

Gee, I wonder why. Limestone’s tongue pushed against her zipped lips.

“Well, no need to beat around the bush.” Eris was suddenly behind them, stretchy arms grabbing all three by the shoulders as she brought them in close. “We’re going to try some good ole fashion Poof Therapy, girls!”

“Mmmph ffrrppgg? Gilda grumbled.

ziiiip! Her beak was suddenly restored. “Yes, Gilly?” Eris asked, batting her eyelashes oh so innocently.

“What the heck is Poof Therapy?” Gilda demanded. Limestone had to admit it did sound a little… completely made up. “And don’t call me Gilly again, you dweeb! Or else I’ll—”

ziiiiip!

“A great question, Gilly-Willy.” Eris pinch her cheek. From Gilda’s muffled whine, Limestone could tell it stung. “Poof Therapy is my not-at-all-tested, definitely-not-peer-reviewed, but super-duper-effective-anyway-cause-I-say-so, cure-all for angsty little girls like you. Wanna know everything about it?”

All three shook their heads no.

“Ooooh, okay. It’ll be a surprise then!” Eris’ grin was… unsettling.

Limestone gulped. They’d made a terrible mistake going in blind, hadn’t they? Or would knowing actually be worse? She already had a pretty good idea what Eris wanted to do to them anyway, but the details of her made up treatment could make all the difference.

“Now then.” Eris snapped. A flash of light took away their chairs, leaving them hovering in the air. “As your anger management counselor slash therapist slash favorite draconequus ever, I say the first thing you little girls need is your diapees!”

And there it is. The pit of dread in Limestone’s stomach felt so validated.

With a snap, three fluffy squares appeared in front of Eris. They flopped to the ground a second later, much less magically-suspended than Limestone was. The unmistakable crinkling noise they made when they hit the ground only confirmed what they where. Limestone’s ears flopped down.

Diapers.

The plastic undergarments sprung to life. Popping up, they unfolded mid-air. They landed, using their edges like legs, and scampered forward. Limestone stared kicking frantically when a diaper positioned itself below her. Ember wriggled, Gilda flailed. But the diapers didn’t care.

They leapt up, each latching onto a pelvis at lightning speed. “MMMPH!” Limestone wiggled as cushy padding enclosed itself around her waist. It bulged and rippled, forcing her tail out through a hole in the back before settling comfortably against her rump. The tapes smoothed themselves down, securing their victory against Limestone’s pride.

Her face felt hot, and her eyes tried desperately to look away from the giant padding below her. Every muscle in her body was stiffening, trying not to find the fluffy interior comfy.

She saw her fellow prisoners shared her fate, though Ember’s diaper was struggling with shoving her wide tail through it’s hole. Luckily, Eris appeared behind her. She stuck her paw through the tail hole, rummaging around in Ember’s diaper and causing the poor dragon to blush. Hard.

Eventually Eris gave her mercy, pulling her scaly tale free from the diaper, regardless of hole size. “There we go!” She gave Ember’s padded rump a pat. “And I think with those scales, you won’t have to worry about getting a diaper rash.”

“Mmmsh?” Ember grunted.

Eris turned to Limestone and Gilda. “You two on the other hand…” She pulled a canister of foal powder out from behind her head. “Are going to need some of this!”

“Grrrr.” Limestone wiggled as Eris disappeared behind her. She hated that. How was supposed to know what that sneaky draconequus was going to do next if she kept— “Mmmph!”

The waist of her diaper was pulled out. Padding stretch, colliding with her inner thighs. It made Limestone squeak as it rubbed against her marehood. And then she squeaked again when Eris dumped foal powder straight into her diaper. “Mmm phmmph!” she complained.

“There we go, now you won’t have to worry about diapee rash.” Eris grinned. Then her attention turned to Gilda.

Now knowing what was coming, the griffon squirmed in protest. Her loud, almost scared grunts did nothing to delay the inevitable. Eris let Limestone’s diaper snap back into place before pulling out Gilda’s and shaking some powder onto her rear. “Annnnd done.” The diaper shot back into place. “That wasn’t so bad, Gilly-Willy, now was it?”

“FFMMMPHH!”

“Aww, you loved it? Well have some more then.” This time, Eris used her claw, gripping the padding to pull it up, not out. Gilda squirmed and whined, the waist of her diaper reaching comically far above her head. Limestone’s pupils shrank at the sight. Ember “mmph”ed a weak expression of sympathy.

“MMM! MMM!” Gilda’s legs kicked as her diaper wedgie reached its peak. Her feathered face flushed, eyes shut from pain. Eris, for her part, just whistled nonchalantly as she sprinkled a little more foal powder down the diaper. Then she let go.

THWAAACK! The waist slapped back. Limestone and Ember winced.

“PHFFF!” Gilda shrieked, zipper gag obscuring an obvious curse.

Eris was already in front of them again, wide grin curling as she already started taking delight in their “therapy”. Limestone clenched her jaw. She’d have to tread carefully from now on; Eris may have been made of nonsense, but she sure wasn’t going to take any.

With a snap, Eris released the magic holding them. All three flopped to the ground, diaper first. Their padding harmonized in their crinkling, each compressing under the variety of weights. Limestone cringed as her plot sank into the poof. It was a feeling hard to get annoyed about, because it actually felt… nice. And that was annoying to think about.

“Oof!” she groaned. Then her back straightened. She could move her lips again!

Is it actually… Sure enough, when she tried her mouth responded, opening up. The zipper was gone! She could talk again!

She could yell again.

“What the hay is wrong with you?!” Limestone screamed up at Eris.

“Now now, no projecting Limestone.” Eris lowered herself, and poked Limestone’s forehead. “The question is ‘what’s wrong with you?’. And the answer, I thought, was obvious. Anger.” She giggled. “But I guess a little foal like you would have trouble figuring that out.”

Lines creased into Limestone’s face. “Don’t call me a—”

She flinched as a jet of flames roared between their faces. Limestone nearly had a heart attack. Eris looked annoyed. Her attention turned to the source.

“Let me go. Right. Now.” Ember was seething in her diaper. Her claws had dug into the tapes, but for some reason didn’t make an impact. When Limestone checked, she saw Gilda also clawing at her diaper, to no avail. Of course they couldn’t take them off.

“Now Emby, if you’re going to start throwing fire everywhere, I’m going to have to—” Fire suddenly consumed Eris. Ember was not messing around.

Limestone scrambled back, her hind legs useless in that endeavor. The diaper spread her gait so wide they basically just dangled there. But she had to get away from the column of fire that used to be Eris; the heat alone singed her brow.

“Watch it!” she screamed at Ember. Even if the dragon was doing them all a favor that didn’t mean she could try to kill her in the process.

Ember cut off her flame, letting the fireball finish consuming Eris on its own. It blazed in mid-air, a terrifying inferno. “Whatever,” she grumbled. “Now let’s get out of here already.” Her own claws moved for her diaper, but found themselves inept at getting it off. “What the heck? It's not coming off!”

“Just noticed?” Gilda crossed her arms. “The freak probably used her stupid magic on them. Probably the only one who could undo it too, so thanks for burning her to a crisp.”

“Hey, you saw what she wanted to do to us!” Ember retorted. “A little thanks would be nice.”

“Thanks,” Limestone grumbled. “For nearly killing me too!”

“Oh shut up!”

“Fufufu.” All three froze from hearing a familiar voice. A door of flames appeared out of the raging fire. The knob turned, the door swung open, and Eris strutted out. “Gee, was it hot in there or was it just me?”

Limestone’s jaw dropped.

Ember looked pissed. “Oh come on!”

The draconequus brushed soot from her shoulder. “Well I for one am impressed, Ember. You waited a whole thirty seconds before trying to burn me alive. That must’ve taken some restraint.”

“What are you?” Gilda shrieked.

“Many things.” Eris stuck out her tongue playfully. She wiggled her lion’s paw, a pacifier appearing in the space between the fingers. “Now, for our grumpy little arsonist...”

“Don’t you dar—MMPH!” The pacifier jammed its way into Ember’s mouth. Eris held it in with her finger, relenting when Ember started swatting at her. But that didn’t mean the dragon was able to spit it out. “Mmm! Mmmph!”

“Aww, how precious. Do you like your paci, Emby?” Eris teased.

“MMMRRPH!” Ember clawed at her face. Nothing was keeping the pacifier in her mouth except her own lips, or so it seemed. Despite trying to rip it out, nothing worked. Ember thrashed and screamed.

Eris giggled before turning her attention to the other two. “Looking a little envious over there. Want one too?”

Limestone and Gilda shot straight up. “No!”

Eris barely held back a chuckle. “Well alright. I’ll hold off. For now.” Her tail flicked with anticipation. “So let’s go ahead and start your therapy session, girls!”

Before vitriolic complaints could be launched, Eris scooped them up by the tails. The trio dangled in her grasp, bumping into each other in a cacophony of yelps and crinkles. Limestone squirmed as they were carried through the room. Everything was upside down, and still so interchangeably girly, that she couldn’t quite tell what their destination was until they were right above it.

The playpen.

“Oh come on!” Gilda flailed, knocking Ember and Limestone until the three were practically a Neighton’s Cradle.

“Hey!”

“Mmmph!”

“Now Gilda, don’t be so fussy.” Eris snaked her head down to eye level with the griffon. “I won’t warn you again.”

That shut Gilda up.

With a perky grin, Eris dumped them in the playpen. Limestone flopped onto her back, landing right on top of a rattle. She winced, turning over to escape it. Unfortunately for her, her face ended up right where Ember’s diapered rear was aimed.

It seemed both the dragon and griffon winged it, hoping their flight would delay the inevitable. And it did… for all of two seconds. Eris snapped and their wings had slammed shut, leaving them to fall.

And now Limestone was smothered by plastic padding.

“Gggrrrph!” she screamed into Ember’s butt. The poofy garment used its softness to mold around her features. It was suffocatingly comfy.

Scaly thighs thudded on her chest and the diaper only sank further into her face. Limestone writhed and pushed, but she couldn’t make the heavy dragoness move on her own. But as Ember recovered from the shock of the fall, she finally moved.

“Guuh!” Limestone gasped. She could breathe. And that meant she could yell. “Thanks, idiot! Watch where you’re falling next time!” she hollered at Ember. Muscles in her neck tightened.

“Mrrph?” Ember butted heads with her. “Mmmph mmrr ghhhph!” The words were unintelligible but the intent was clear.

“Oh yeah?” Limestone bared her teeth. “Well I—”

“Enough!” A lion’s paw came between the two, pushing them apart. Eris was scowling. “You’re going to play nice, or you aren’t going to play at all.”

“Sounds fine by me,” Limestone grumbled. But she did relax her muscles. No use making the all powerful goddess angry at her right now.

The hypocrisy between her words and her body didn’t go unnoticed. Eris gave a toothy grin. “Sure it is, Limey.”

Limestone growled in the back of her throat.

But Eris was already moving on, picking up Ember and setting her across the playpen to separate them. “Now why don’t you girls enjoy yourselves. You’ll see I’ve set out plenty of toys for you.”

Limestone rolled her eyes. Aside from the rattle she landed on, she hadn’t actually noticed what was around them. She was a little more focused on the mesh walls surrounding them, and whether or not she could climb out if the opportunity arose.

But with nothing better to do with Eris’ eyes on her, Limestone gave a cursory glance. Plastic keys, a colorful ring stacker, a shape matching game, lettered blocks, and stuffed animals adorned the padded floor of the pen. Gilda’s mortified jaw dropped to the ground when she saw it all, and Limestone had to agree. How where they supposed to have fun with toys meant for foals?

“As if!” Gilda shrieked. “I’m not playing with any of this crap.”

“How does this even count as therapy anyway?” Limestone added.

“Mmm phmm!” Ember tried to contribute.

Eris sighed. “I thought you all wanted it to be a surprise?” She earned three narrowed brows for that. “Oh, right! Silly me, I forgot you were all temperamental babies. You don’t know what you want!” She earned three glares for that.

Giggling it off, Eris rested her head in her feet, tail swishing as she mused the best way to explain herself. “Aha!” Her epiphany was accompanied by a light bulb springing free from her skull, which she jammed halfway into her ear to quiet the sudden brightness.

“You see girls, Poof Therapy isn’t just about relaxing you with comfy diapers in a safe space—”

“Relaxing?” Limestone shifted in her stupid padding.

“Safe?” Gilda asked, staring up at the barely reformed monster.

“—It’s about taking you back to a time before your problems. Before you got so angry.” She booped Ember’s snout with her tail. Smoked leaked out from behind the dragon’s paci. “And to do that, you’ll need to get into the mindset of the giant babies I know you are deep down. So have at it with those toys!”

She floated up, over the playpen, giving them no modicum of privacy. In fact, Eris pulled her eyes out, shaping them like binoculars to get an even better look. “Don’t mind me,” she teased. “I’m just going to be watching your progress. In fact, I think I’ll reward whoever it is who has the most fun.” Her mouth curled deviously. “And punish the one who has the least.”

Limestone her stomach churn. She looked down, exchanging glances with her fellow prisoners. It didn’t seem like they had much of a choice here.

Their heads all swiveled to the toys surrounding them. Limestone could feel the hesitation. Nopony wanted to be the first to reach for a toy. She was perfectly fine sitting around doing nothing and crossed her hooves, turning her nose up to the foal paraphernalia below.

Gilda outright turned her back to the group. Clearly staring at the mesh wall of their prison was more appealing than actually debasing herself. As for Ember, she seemed content to just suckle on her pacifier, wrinkling her nose at their given task.

Wait a second. Limestone blinked. Was she seeing that right?

The pacifier in the dragon’s lips bobbed back and forth. Rhythmically, repeatedly. She was actually suckling on the cursed thing!

Limestone snickered to herself. It didn’t even seem like Ember had noticed yet. The simple motion looked unnoticeable enough. Perhaps she’d been doing it all this time without realizing it.

Regardless, Ember did notice her staring. “Hmmph?” her brow narrowed in annoyance.

Her attitude annoyed Limestone. She fired back with a snort of derision. “Enjoying that pacifier, huh?”

“Mmmhh?!” Ember glared at her, before curiosity got the better of her and she looked down. Her pupils shrank at the sight of the bobbing paci. Limestone had guessed right, she really hadn’t noticed. She stifled a laugh as the dragon started panicking.

“Mmm! Mmm-mmm!” She tried again to rip out the pacifier. Even though her claws hooked around the guard, no amount of strength she put behind it could get her lips to relinquish the device. She was still stuck with it.

Limestone snickered to herself. That didn’t go over very well.

Ember’s face burned hotter than her flames, red blush dominating blue scales. She stalked back over to Limestone, shoving the pony to the ground.

“Hey!” Limestone tried to sit back up, but her bulky diaper hindered her. Before she could even find a work around, Ember was on top of her, snarling.

Pinned down, Limestone found her struggling useless against the dragon. She kicked her legs, but they were aimed wildly thanks to her spread gait. Even her inherent Earth pony strength failed her. Dragons were truly strong.

Ember got in close, all but growling at her. But the pacifier in her mouth made her come off far less threatening than she intended. Despite her circumstances, Limestone laughed.

“Phhmmpff!” Ember didn’t like that. One claw pressing down on her chest, Ember used her other to grab Limestones mane and pull.

“Ouch!” Limestone flailed her forelegs, smacking Ember to no effect. She settled for pushing, trying to throw the dragon off her before she ripped out a chunk of her hair. “Watch it! You stupid—”

“Uh-uh, no rough housing,” Eris tutted.

Strings descended from above, wrapping around Ember’s wrists and ankles. The instant they looped around, Ember’s grip weakened. Her attention turned from Limestone to the string, but it was too late. When the strings knotted themselves in place, Ember was thrown back.

From her back, Limestone could see the source of the strings above them. Eris, of course. The devious draconequus held a wooden X in her paw, the strings connected to it. She was treating Ember like a marionette.

Ember herself had yet to figure this out, wearing a face of bewilderment as her limbs betrayed her. She stumbled back in an awkward waddle before plopping down back in her original spot. Her diaper hissed as it compressed under her weight. With a twirl of Eris’ wrist, she had Ember diving for the shape matching game.

“Mmm mmm!” Ember protested as she tried to shove a square peg into a star shaped hole. “Mmrrph!”

“There, much better. Now just relax and play for a bit, Emby.” Eris let go of her puppet controls, letting them run on autopilot for a bit. Poor Ember was stuck failing to match shapes for the time being, neither her legs, arms, or lips responding to her commands. So she sat, suckled, and played, whether she wanted to or not.

Then Eris trained her binocular eyes on Limestone. “You wouldn’t need a little help too, now would you, Limey?”

“No!” Limestone scrambled to roll over. She was not going to be Eris’ puppet.

While the chaos goddess above chuckled with satisfaction, Limestone fought down a blush as she pulled in the ring stacking game. Finally managing to sit up, she set the stack in between her spread hind legs and paused.

Was she actually going to go through with this?

Maybe it would be better to let Eris force her. At least then she could find solace in knowing she was acting like a foal against her will. She kept her dignity that way. At least, that was her pride’s justification for the poofy pillow around her pelvis.

Then again, she looked over to Ember who was straining to just shove the square in the correct slot already. Somehow that was less appealing. Limestone reluctantly made her choice.

Turning the stack over, Limestone let all the colored rings spill out in front of her. She set their wooden stand down and wondered what she was supposed to do now. Just… put them back?

She looked up to Eris, who offered an encouraging nod. Limestone sighed.

The widest and reddest went on the bottom. Then came orange, yellow, and green. Finally the tiny blue one was the cherry on top. Blueberry on top? Whatever, Limestone didn’t care.

There, I did it, she grumbly thought. She’d played with a foal toy. And, contrary to Eris’ stupid Poof Therapy, she didn’t feel less angry than before. In fact, it had the opposite effect. She was feeling a growing rage in her gut for being made to debase herself so.

Crossing her fore legs, Limestone did the only thing she could in this situation. She pouted.

Mad or not, she knew screaming her head off wouldn’t help. Not like pouting would either, but she had to do something to show her distaste or she’d go crazy. And at least this way she was less likely to end up like Ember.

“Aww, done already, sweetie?” Eris asked. Her neck extended until she was making upside down eye contact with Limestone. “But you don’t seem like you had any fun.” A griffon claw appeared just to pinch her cheek. “Why don’t you keep at it?”

Limestone groaned as Eris pulled away. Of course she wouldn’t let her off the hook that easily. She dumped the rings again with a huff.

Just do it and be done with it. Just do it and be done with it. The mantra stuck in her head. It worked to distract her from the feeling of her diaper pressed against her inner thighs. Limestone stacked the rings in reverse this time. Tiny blue formed the base, and the big red one acted like a proper cherry on top this time. It was every bit as demeaning and boring as before, so surely it had to be enough.

Limestone remembered Eris’ threat for whoever didn’t have enough fun at the end of playtime. So long as she could avoid that, she didn’t care.

“What, stopping again?” Eris was back, or at least, her head and neck were. “But Limey this won’t do.”

“Oh come on!” Limestone forgot herself for a moment, actually voicing a complaint. Before her heart could skip a beat Eris had already brushed it off.

“Well, you’re trying.” She plucked off one of her horns, using it to tap her chin. “But I think you’ll have more fun if you get creative with it, Limey.”

This time Eris emptied the stacker for her. As the draconequus pulled away, Limestone could only groan again. Creative? It’s stacking a bunch of rings. How in Equestria am I supposed to get creative with that?

She was glad she was able to keep those complaints to herself. She doubted Eris would be lenient with her for much longer, and Limestone was not going to end up with a pacifier in her mouth.

That drew her attention to Ember, who had finally been allowed to move on from the star hole and was now cramming her square peg into the circle instead. Her frustrated blush told Limestone everything she needed to know about how well that was going.

She looked over to Gilda, who still had her back to the other girls. With Eris’ attention divided, it seemed that she was just being allowed to pout for now. But Limestone figured as soon as the draconequus was done with her she’d move on to the griffon.

The thought that she could punt her suffering over to that birdbrain actually encouraged Limestone to try again.

She observed her five rings again. The plastic donuts didn’t leave a lot of room for the creativity that Eris seemed to want. But then again, Limestone wasn’t a chaos monster. She couldn’t actually morph the plastic rings into donuts, or turn them into giant flaming hoops and force Ember to jump through them.

That last idea made her snicker. It would be pretty funny to see that full-of-herself dragon prancing through a circus act in that diaper of hers.

But Limestone would have to settle for something more subdued. Plucking the medium sized yellow ring, she slid it onto the wooden stand. There, something new. Giving it some honest thought, she went with the red one next, then the blue. The sizes were all wrong, leaving the shape of the stack wonky. Probably exactly what Eris was looking for.

Next came the green. Lastly the orange. And with that, Limestone was able to scoot back and admire her work.

“There we go!” Eris cheered. “Now you’re having fun!”

Limestone suddenly realized she was still smiling from the image of Ember jumping through hoops. Her lips dropped immediately. Crap! She realized. To Eris, it must’ve looked like she’d actually been enjoying herself during that last attempt.

“No!” Limestone protested. “I wasn’t—”

RIIIIIPPP!

Everycreature froze. All eyes turned to Gilda.

Her claws were shredding the mesh wall of the playpen. A tear from top to bottom had opened up, growing bigger the more the griffon pulled it apart.

Limestone suddenly realized what this meant. Gilda hadn’t been sulking by herself, she must have been poking through the wall with her claws until she finally had a big enough opening to be brazen with.

She was trying to escape!

“I’ve had it with you dweebs!” Gilda declared, pushing through the opening. “Have fun being wimps! I’m outta here.” She waddled through the hole, massive diaper getting stuck for just a moment before she squeezed through.

Limestone’s heart leapt to her throat. An escape! Could they really do it?

Common sense said no, but Limestone wasn’t listening to it right now. She saw an opening, a chance to get away from the humiliation and the crazy draconequus nanny forcing it on them. Limestone did the one thing anypony would expect her too in this scenario.

She ran.

Forcing herself to her hooves, Limestone ended up knocking her ring stack over. Undeterred, she waddled after the griffon. Through the tear, squeezing her own diaper through in the process, and out into the wider room. Some degree of freedom.

Ember tried to follow, but her strings held her in place. She whined and grunted in exertion, but got nowhere. Limestone wasn’t all that broken up about it.

She kept running, only to look ahead and see the griffon had stopped. Unable to slow herself down in time, Limestone yelped as she collided with the cat-bird’s padded rear. Her face sank in for just a moment, once again padding molding itself around her features. An instant later she was bouncing back, landing on her own diaper butt.

Gilda’s legs curled and she shot a flushed look of annoyance back at her. “Watch it!”

Limestone shook her head, and looked up. “Why’d you stop?”

Gilda snarled, face turning to the ground. She waved a claw around, and Limestone soon realized it.

The room had no doors. No windows. No way out.

In the heat of the moment, that very important fact had slipped Limestone’s mind. “Oh.”

“'Oh' indeed, girls.” Both turned to see Eris floating down to the floor behind them. She put her hands together and when they parted a long, wooden paddle appeared between them. Eris snatched it from the air and began twirling it. “Now then, who wants to take their punishment first?”

She let the paddle smack her paw. It produced a thunderous crack, making Gilda jump in fear.

Limestone’s tail tucked between her legs. Her ears flopped down. She gulped.

Therapy was about to get a whole lot worse.

Author's Note

Oof. I was hoping this fic would be a couple of short chapters but that doesn't look like it's happening. Still only two more are planned so this won't balloon into a behemoth or anything.

Ready for things to get lewd next time? You better be.