Limestone felt very small all of a sudden. And yet not nearly small enough.

Eris towered over her. The paddle in her hand spun and smacked her palm like a guillotine. Limestone could feel Gilda inching away behind her.

“I knew you’d be a handful from the start,” Eris feigned her disappointment. Her smile gave her away. “But you three really are testing my patience.”

“Phreef?” Ember called from the playpen.

Eris turned to her. “Oh yes. I saw you trying to run too, Emby.” She pointed the paddle at the bound dragon. “You’ll be getting your spanks here in a moment.”

Ember screamed into her gag, all of a sudden very invested in getting free from her strings.

“But it’s you I’m disappointed in most of all.” Eris reached now and grabbed Limestone’s cheeks, forcing her lips to purse. “Weren’t you having fun, Limey?”

“Wush nawt!” Limestone slurred back. She shook free of Eris’ grasp while the draconequus chuckled at her.

“And now you’re lying,” Eris remarked. Her paddle slammed into her palm again. “Will you need extra spanks then?”

That shut her up. Limestone felt her face pale. Already she’d been afraid of what a chaos goddess could dishout when somepony was bent of her knee, but to know she’d suffer even more for the crime of disagreeing with her...

“Wait,” she meekly croaked out. But Eris was already moving passed her.

Gilda puffed out her chest, flaring her wings as their self-imposed nanny approached her. Sadly, griffon intimidation tactics had little effect on all powerful beings. Who could have guessed?

“You’re not coming anywhere near me with that paddle, you freak!” Gilda put up quite a front, but her voice noticeably cracked. Right at the word “paddle” too.

Eris sighed. “Resorting to name calling. No, no, I get it. If you can’t be the best then try to make the best feel a little worse.” Her lips contorted into a smirk. “Isn’t that right, Gilly-Willy?”

“Shut up!” Gilda lunged, claws out. But right away Eris’ magic took hold.

Pale, purple fabric emerged from Gilda’s wrists. It bubbled up like soda filling a glass, until it took the shape of two baby mitts surrounding Gilda’s claws. Mid-leap, the griffon could only stare in shock at what had just become of her built in weapons. Then Eris caught her by her diaper’s waistband.

“You know, you have such lovely claws, Gilly.” Eris poked at the padded mitts with her own eagle talons. “Shame we have to put them away for now. If only you hadn’t trashed the lovely little playpen I made for you all.”

“L-Let me go!” Fear now dominated Gilda’s voice. She pawed at the mittens, trying to them off or push her claws through. But it was all in vain. She switched strategies and brought the poofy fists up to her beak, but Eris launched her into the air first. “Ah!”

Gilda flailed as she went up, wings desperately flapping out of sync when she went down. Below, Eris positioned her lap just right for the arriving griffon. When Gilda landed, the wind was knocked out of her. “Guhh!”

Eris flicked the paddled over to her lion’s paw, scooping up Gilda’s fore legs and pinning them behind her back. “H-Hey!” Gilda could only squirm and kick her feet. Her tail fell down, running over the seat of her diaper before hiding between her legs. “Stop it!”

“Now let’s see,” Eris tapped her chin, rubbed her temple, and scratched the back of her head, all with limbs that seemed to appear from nowhere. A new one arrived just to count. “You wouldn’t play with your toys, you cut up the playpen, and you tried to run away from your favorite Nana Eris. I think that’s worth at least ten spanks, don’t you?”

Gilda’s struggling became quiet. In desperation, she looked to Limestone. Limestone looked to the floor.

“Hey!” Gilda snapped, facing contorting from fear to anger. “Help me you bi—”

SMACK! The paddle came down, thundering against the griffon’s padded posterior.

Gilda squawked. Somehow the shrill noise was louder than the spank; it forced Limestone to wince. Her hooves moved to cover her ears, but morbid curiosity pulled her eyes towards the display.

Eris was already raising the paddle again, even though Gilda had yet to finish writhing in pain. “That’s one,” she counted, the paddle reaching its peak.

CRACK! Limestone didn’t even see it come down. All she caught a glimpse of was the aftermath.

The seat of Gilda’s diaper compressing, her thighs rippling from the impact. The griffon throwing her head back and shrieking again. The glow of red emanating from her rear.

Only two. Only two and her butt was already red. Limestone’s stomach sank, considering what was about to happen to her.

The next eight didn’t go any better for Gilda. No matter how much she screamed, and eventually cried, there was no respite until Eris was done doling out her punishment. In the end, the blubbering griffon had given up the struggle. When her tenth spank came down all she did was whimper.

SMACK!

Eris finally let go of Gilda’s claws. “There, has my wittle baby griffon learned her lesson now?”

Gilda was sniffling, just trying to get out one word was hard. “Screw… you!” she managed.

CRACK!

“GAAAHHHH!” Gilda kicked her legs in protest. Her flattened diaper rebounded after that surprise eleventh hit, but she wasn’t so lucky. “Okay, I learned!” Gilda cried. Her mittens reached her eyes, letting her bury her face to hide the tears. “I’m sorry!”

“‘I’m sorry what’?” Eris asked. Gilda sniffled into her padded claws. Eris scowled. She grabbed Gilda’s tail and yanked it up, exposing her rear once again. “I’m.” SMACK! “Sorry.” CRACK! “WHAT?” WHACK!

“I’m sorry, Nana Eris!” Gilda screamed.

“Good girl, Gilly.” All the anger in her voice dissipated. Eris gave the griffon a pat on the head, but Gilda instinctively retracted. “I’m sorry you needed extra spanks, but that wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d just did what you were told. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes!” The lesson had been quite firmly instilled in Gilda. Limestone found herself wondering if she would ever act up again. The answer: probably. No matter how painful those spanks were, she doubted it would quell the anger problems of someone like Gilda.

Eris let Gilda scamper off her lap and waddle away to lick her wounds. Her eyes flicked over to Limestone. With an outstretched finger, she beckoned the mare closer.

Limestone didn’t want to move, but found her body pulled in. Unable to fight the gravity of the situation she gulped as Eris pulled her in.

“Now Limey, for trying to run away with Gilly, I’m going to give you five spanks, okay?”

Not okay! A part of her screamed. But startlingly, another part of herself relaxed a little. Just knowing she wasn’t going to be spanked as much as Gilda was a bit of a relief. Though, it didn’t make her the least bit happy to realize she had accepted the fact that she was about the be spanked.

“Wait!” she demanded, even as Eris was pinning her down on her lap. “Stop!”

“Oh?” Eris clicked her tongue. “Does Limey-Wimey want more spankies?”

Every muscle in Limestone’s body tensed up. A pregnant pause filled the room, before finally birthing a defeated, “no…”

“Well alright, just five then.” The paddle whirled into the air, the breeze tickling the back of Limestones neck. Her ears flopped down as Eris prepared her strike. “One!”

CRACK!

The first thing Limestone realized was that her diaper did nothing. All that poof and padding and fluff was worthless. Under the paddle of Eris, it might as well not even be there.

It hurt. Limestone’s rear end ignited like a fire after just one hit. The pain radiated out from the strike zone, until even flesh beyond the paddle’s reach stung from phantom pains. She opened her mouth to yelp.

CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!

Limestone choked on her cry. The beating had suddenly tripled in intensity. The force of the blows shook her body and her plot raged like a wildfire.

“Two, three, four,” Eris counted. Her arm reeled back, further than physics should allow. “Annnnd five!”

“Wait!” Limestone croaked out.

SMACK!

Limestone’s plot rippled beneath the cushy padding. Her butt was already tender, so this grand finale was hitting even harder than the rest.

Limestone opened her mouth to scream, but could no longer do that properly. Air escaped, and that was about it. Tears sprung freely from her eyes, dripping down her cheeks like hot wax. A sob wracked her body.

How in Celestia’s name had Gilda suffered fourteen of these? Limestone was crying after just five. There was no feeling in her plot but pain. It was miserable. Torture. She’d rather go back in the playpen for who-knows-how-long than suffer more of this.

Another sob shook her, and Limestone fought to keep it down. Even though it hurt so much she didn’t want to seem weak in front of her fellow captives. Or her captor for that matter. But there was no hiding the truth from Eris.

“Aww, are you okay, Limey?” Eris pulled her up to cradle her. Limestone, still sniffling back tears, was in no position to struggle. “Don’t worry, Nana thinks you were a very tough girl during your spankies.”

“What?!” Gilda squawked. “She started crying after five! I took way more and—” An icy stare silenced her.

Eris pulled a pacifier from nowhere as her attention returned to Limestone “Here you go, sweetie.”

“N—Mmpff!” Limestone winced as a rubber bulb invaded her mouth. Eris made sure to press the yellow guard of the paci tightly against Limestone’s lips, a preemptive warning to keep it in. Limestone whined.

“Now, now.” Eris gave Limestone’s head a pat. “You’re okay, sweetie.”

I’m really not, Limestone wanted to growl back. She managed a suckle on her pacifier. That finally got her squirming. She figured whatever magic Eris had put into Ember’s was back for part two. There was no way she’d be suckling on this thing otherwise.

Eris set her down next to Gilda. As her poofy butt made contact with the floor she yelped and jumped onto her stomach instead. Sitting was not going to be fun for a good while with her plot as is.

The sting was still fresh, both in her memory and her rear’s. It didn’t help that the spanks had pushed her diaper right up against her tender flesh, bunching it up in all the wrong ways. Before the diaper had been intolerable, but at least comfy. Now it was just intolerable.

“Mmpff” she huffed, hardly paying attention to the whining Ember as she was dragged through the air to suffer the same fate. Limestone reached back and started fussing over the seat of her diaper, trying to stop it from riding up her crack.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it, dweeb?” Gilda grumbled, unable to meet her eyes.

Limestone snuck a look at the glowing red marks peeking out from Gilda’s diaper. She cringed from first and second-hand pain. Easily worse that hers, but considering Gilda took nearly three times the spanks she did that wasn’t a surprise.

“Okay, Emby, now it’s just five for you too.” Eris had already forced the poor dragoness onto her lap, in the same arms-pinned motion that just screamed enthusiasm for what was about to happen.

“Mmm mm!” Ember protested, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to spit out her pacifier, probably to beg more effectively.

But no amount of muffled begging would please their miffed nanny. Eris wound up for the first strike. Limestone looked away, more for her sake than Ember’s.

WHACK!

“MMMPHFF!”

Limestone shut her eyes, suckling.

CRACK!

“URRMFFF!”

Her ears flopped down, pacifier still bobbing.

SMACK!

“MMM-HMM-HMMMRPH!”

She covered her ears. Her own flanks were on fire just from listening to this.

WHACK!

“FFFFFFFFFF!”

Limestone bit down on her pacifier.

The last spank didn’t come immediately. Ember was left to squirm and wriggle in Eris’ lap, waiting and dreading the final strike. It must have been torture, knowing you could do nothing whine and grovel until the last of your horrendous punishment came down. How much crueler could Eris get? Limestone couldn’t take it anymore herself and finally snuck a peek from behind her hooves.

CRRRRACK!

“FFMMMGGGPH!” Ember was allowed to roll free after that. Just from her groans Limestone knew it had come when she least expected it.

“Right.” Eris poofed her paddle to oblivion, stood up in mid-air, and clapped her mismatched hands together. “Who's ready for lunch?”

Ember sobbed just below Eris’ feet. She was screaming into her pacifier to hold back the pain, kicking her legs and slamming fists into the floor.

“Oh now Ember, don’t throw a temper tantrum,” Eris sighed. “If you want, I’ll feed you first.”

“Mmmph!”

Eris hoisted her back up, before floating over to her other two babies. Gilda and Limestone backed away instinctively, but couldn’t escape the reach of her near-elastic lion paw.

“I bet you two are hungie too,” Eris teased. Wrapped so tightly in her grip, Limestone and Gilda couldn’t respond. “Yeah, you are. Being taught a lesson really works up an appetite, doesn’t it?”

She tossed Ember up into the air. The dragoness screamed, wings opening as she reached her peak. Limestone entered the air then, suddenly flying pasted the dragon as she flapped out of sync right into Eris’ waiting hand. Gilda came up next, having much the same luck as her fellow flier.

Eris was juggling them. Actually, freaking juggling them.

Limestone bit down on her dumb pacifier, stomach churning as she went up and down. Eris took her time strolling across the room, never letting one of her babies rest in her hand for too long.

They could only thrash about in mid-air in protest. Ember and Gilda never seemed to be able to get their wings working before they plummeted back down. If Limestone could’ve thought about it, she’d have guessed Eris had something to do with that. But even when it looked like they were about to figure it out they were still a step behind their nanny.

Eris tossed them through the air. One at a time Ember, then Gilda, and finally Limestone sailed the last few feet to the destination none of them wanted: the high chairs.

When Limestone plot perfectly plopped into position she yelped as fiery pain cascaded through it. It hurt. And when she tried to get up and relieve that pain the chair’s tray table snapped into place, keeping her sitting while pinning her arms to her side. “Nnnf!”

Gilda and Ember suffered just as much as she was, like that was any consolation. The griffon was biting back a squawk while the dragoness cringed, even as she kept suckling her pacifier. The motion made Limestone realize she was still doing the same with hers and she grunted, trying once more to spit it out in vain. Between that and the constant searing her plot faced she was already not having a good time.

And then Eris brought out the food.

With a snap a giant bowl appeared on Ember’s tray table. Another snap and three cutesy bibs appeared around the necks of the captives. Limestone groaned. She looked down the row of high chairs to see Eris was now juggling several glass jars. For a moment, Limestone could live in denial. Surely the brown mush in those jars was normal food, right? She wasn’t actually going to make them eat foal food, right?

Eris popped the lids off the jars, still juggling them. Their contents leapt free, spilling into the bowl and mixing. Eris let the jars float up to the ceiling on her final toss, and plucked a spoon out from behind her ear.

“I bet you worked up quite an appetite after playing so much,” Eris mused, stirring the contents of the bowl. Ember whined. “Now then, I do believe I mentioned something about rewarding whoever had the most fun during playtime.” Her eyes flicked to Gilda. “And punishing who had the least.”

“You mean those spanks weren’t the punishment?” Gilda cried. Her butt was wiggling back and forth across her seat, bulky padding trying to find a spot that was the least uncomfortable to sit on.

“They were your punishment for trying to run away,” Eris clarified. “Now, Ember, you did play very well, but I did have to make you. I believe you ended up right in the middle of this little contest. So for your meal, I went with all the standard flavors. Carrots, and sweet potatoes, and spinach.” She pulled the spoon up from the goopy concoction, a large blob staring down Ember. “Though I have a feeling you’ll find this pretty yummy.”

“MMM mmm!” Ember whined. Limestone didn’t know if it was the frankensteinian flavors or the sheer size of her meal that put her off, but regardless Ember was doing her best to scoot away from the spoon.

“Oh right.” Eris giggled and plucked the pacifier from Ember’s lips. “There, now you can eat.”

“Gah!” Ember groaned in relief. How long had she been forced to suck on that thing? Clearly too long, as Ember’s relief morphed into anger not a second later. “How dare yo—Gggphh!”

Eris wasn’t so patient as to wait to hear her remark. She opted to shove the glob of foal food right down Ember’s throat instead. The dragon hissed and gagged, but she couldn’t get the spoon out of her mouth. There was only one way that was happening, and she knew it.

Ember swallowed.

“Tasty?” Eris’ smile was just a bit crooked.

“Urrrgh.” Ember let her forked tongue hang out, the taste of dry air preferable to her meal.

“Great!” The spoon dipped back into the bowl, and a new blob of goop took aim at Ember. “Now open wide.”

Limestone decided she’d seen enough. Her attention tried to move on, ignoring the shrill gagging sounds of Ember as more and more foal food was shoveled into her mouth. But she never could quite escape it. The sloppy sounds of the spoon running through the food, Ember’s strained squeals as she tried not to swallow, Eris’ giddy laughter… it didn’t matter if Limestone looked or not, she still got a very vivid picture.

“No more!” Ember begged after about a dozen spoonfuls. “Please!”

“Aww, giving up so soon, Emby?” Eris looked down at the still full bowl. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Ember demanded. She kicked her legs defiantly, spitting bits off foal food that still clung to her mouth.

“Well okay then.” Eris picked up the hefty bowl, casually strolling around the high chair. “But you know, it sure would be a shame for all this food to go to waste.”

Ember snorted. “Like I care.”

Eris’ lips curled. “Oh, you don’t care what happens to it all? In that case.” Wiggling fingers shot out and grabbed the back of Ember’s diaper. The dragoness shrieked as the waistband was pulled back, and the entire contents of the bowl were dumped straight into the seat of her diaper.

“AH!” Ember cried out, whole body shuddering. She kicked her legs and pushed her pinned arms against the tray table. “What are you doing?!”

“Just getting rid of the food you didn’t eat.” Eris playfully stuck out her tongue. She shook the last of the bowl’s contents into Ember’s diaper before letting the waistband snap back into place. “Don’t sound so upset. It would’ve all ended up in there one way or another.”

“Ahhh, ewww!” Ember shifted in her seat, the squishy goop mixing in poorfly with her crinkling diaper. The sound was gross enough that Limestone folded her ears down and winced.

“Grover’s talons!” Gilda swore at the draconequus. “The heck is wrong with you?”

“Mmmm!” Limestone added, cursing her pacifier in the process.

Eris sauntered back in front of Ember. With a finger she pushed up the dragon’s chin, looking her right in the cringing hole where her face used to be. “Well if you’d been a big girl and eaten your meal properly I wouldn’t have had to do that. I’m not just feeding you girls you know, I’m preparing your next treatment too!””

“Next treatment?” Gilda sounded wary of that prospect.

Eris winked at her. “You’ll see soon enough. But first.” She left the squishy dragon to wallow in shame, spawning new foal food for Gilda’s meal. “If I recall correctly, you had the least fun in the playpen, didn’t you, Gilly?”

The threat of her punishment loomed. Gilda swallowed. “W-Well I…”

“Ah-ah-ah. No lying.” Eris revealed Gilda’s lunch. “I was thinking asparagus, peas, and broccoli would be a good starting point for such a naughty griffon. Don’t you?”

Gilda tried to shrink in her seat. Limestone knew griffons were no vegetarians, and this was on top of getting some of the worst flavors in all of foal food history. Perhaps it was a little mean, but Limestone found herself glad she wasn’t in that boat.

As Eris began mixing the flavors into the bowl, their colors mixed into a greenish-brown. Like snot, but even less appetizing. Gilda tried to jump out of her seat, but was caught by the tray table. She ended up slamming back down on her battered bottom and whining.

“I’m not eating that!” she cried. Anger was in her voice, but also desperation.

“Oh?” Eris’s eyebrow practically leapt off her face. “So you just want me to put this all in your diapee then, do you?”

Gilda winced. Her eyes darted over to Ember, who was still squirming against her goopey diaper. The dragoness let a jet of flame roar in discomfort, but couldn’t escape her fate of sitting in her foal food-filled pampers. “N-No…”

“Then eat up!” Eris shoved the first spoonful past Gilda’s beak.

“Grrggh!” Gilda’s whole body tensed up. Her face soured from bright red to rotten green. Limestone had no doubt that the worst thing in the world right now was being one of Gilda’s taste buds.

“And swaaallow!” Eris tipped Gilda’s head back, the slime in her mouth slithering down her throat with or without her. To avoid choking herself, Gilda relented. And for her trouble she got a good solid second free from the spoon.

“That’s disgus—FFMM!” Another open beak, another glob of food. It ended the same way, with Gilda’s gasping for air. “What the hel—UURFF!”

And so it went, with Eris whipping the spoon in and out like a fencer with a rapier. Gilda would barely get any recovery time, and usually spent it on half formed swears and enraged squawks. Her face was bouncing between anger and disgust, unable to settle on what she hated more: the food, or the freak feeding it to her.

Finally, she couldn’t take anymore.

“Stop!” Gilda whined the next time the spoon left her mouth. She was shaking. She’d had enough. “Please… no more…”

“Aww, is this little kitty-birb full?” Eris rubbed Gilda’s head, who couldn’t even muster up a sneer in response to the dumb name. “We still have a bit left if you want it.”

“Mmm mm!” Gilda shook her head, curling up in her high chair. She knew what was coming; it had been the only reason she’d suffered through so much of that slop. But she was ending up like Ember anyway.

Gilda could only pout as Eris brought the bowl around. Her diaper was pulled back, revealing still red cheeks. Eris held the bowl overtop and flipped it over. All told, it wasn’t that full. Not nearly to the level Ember’s had been. And considering Gilda’s food was much worse, it was impressive that she’d even managed to stomach so much.

What remained plopped into the seat of Gilda’s diaper. The griffon shivered as her waistband slapped back into place. Tamed, the overgrown bird just hung her head in shame.

“We’re making great time, girls. Lunch is almost over.” Eris turned to the last of her little babies, and Limestone bit down on her pacifier. As Eris slinked over, she plucked new jars of foal food out of thin air. “Let’s see here… for the good baby who had fun playing with her toys I think you’ll enjoy lots of fruit! Bananas, peaches, apples… sound good, Limey?”

Limestone grunted. It was no rock soup, that was for sure. She watched as Eris began pouring all the flavors together, the bowl brimming with her meal.

“I am happy you had a little fun by the way, Limestone.” Eris winked at her. “I knew you weren’t such a pouty baby under the surface and more of a baby baby.”

“Suddup,” Limestone lisped. She did not have fun with any those foal toys.

“Oh, right. Silly me.” Eris plucked the pacifier from Limestone’s mouth.

Freedom! At least for part of her. And bittersweet too, as all of a sudden her lips felt like they were missing something. Had she gotten used to that stupid thing already?

“Alrighty, dig in!” Eris produced a spoonful of fruity foal food and let it hover near Limestone’s mouth.

She pressed her lips together.

“Aw, come now, Limey. Here comes the choo choo train! Open wide!” The spoon neared her face.

Limestone squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to, but suddenly had the feeling Eris might just dump the whole bowl down her diaper if she didn’t eat soon. That was not going to happen on her watch. Reluctantly, she parted her lips.

“Choo! Choo!” Eris drove the spoon into her mouth. Limestone cringed as a sweet blob of mush was deposited on her tongue. She didn’t want to swallow, but knew she didn’t have a choice.

Whatever, I was hungry anyway, she tried to convince herself. She pushed the foal food down her throat.

“Good girl!” Eris praised. “You didn’t even need my help, sweetie. Aren’t you just Nana’s obedient filly?” Gilda and Ember, despite their own predicaments, snorted at her. At least one “kiss-up” was muttered, but by who she couldn’t say. Eris just pinched her cheek and gave her a knowing smile.

She was trying to get under Limestone’s skin. It worked.

“No I’m not!” Limestone screamed. She lurched against her high chair. The usually fruitless endeavor actually did something this time; it knocked her meal over.

The foal food splattered onto the ground.

Eris leaned back. Her mouth curved in disappointment, but her eyes sparked with opportunity. “Oh Limey, now look what you did.”

Limestone should have been worried, but she wasn’t. She was pissed.

“Take it back!’ she demanded. “I'm nopony's ‘good little girl’.”

“You’re right, Limey.” Eris bent down to scoop up her mess. “You’re a bad little girl, after all.”

Limestone stuck her tongue out, but inside worry formed. Eris tone was a lot more strict, the way it had been when she spanked them. Was she in for another trip over Eris’ lap?

“Well, you can’t eat this anymore,” Eris held up the bowl, all its contents restored. It didn’t look like it had been on the floor at all. “And since you don’t seem hungry anyway…”

Limestone’s tongue retracted back into her mouth. She knew what that meant. “W-Wait!”

But Eris was already behind her. “...We’ll just have to say goodbye to this.”

Limestone’s diaper was pulled open behind her. “Wait, wait! I changed my mind. Don’t—!”

shlop!

Eris dumped the contents down.

Cold, slimey mush hit Limestone’s plot. She squeaked and shivered as the sensation spread, pushed around by the invading foal food. Her hind legs kicked the air, a pitiful distraction for what was happening near her flanks.

Her diaper now full, Eris let the waistband go and the tray tables flew open. Limestone tried to jump out, but was held in the air when she did. Gilda and Ember not so far behind.

“Well, since you’ve all been naughty lately, I think we can wait on your next treatment until you’ve all calmed down a bit.” Eris twirled her finger and the three all turned to a certain part of the room. The baby bouncers hanging from the ceiling.

Limestone’s eyes widened. The foal food hadn’t even settled against her plot, and already she knew it wouldn’t have time to get comfortable. “You can’t do th—Mmphff!” Her pacifier was back. Eris was not interested in dissenting opinions.

“No way you dweeb! I’m not d—Gggph!” Gilda found a seafoam paci in her own mouth for her troubles. They were nearing the bouncers now.

“If you even think about putting me in there, I’ll—Fffmpp!” And Ember fell victim to the pacifiers too.

Eris slipped her rowdy babies into each of the bouncers, a smirk betraying her annoyed glare. Limestone whined as she went down, suckling without even needing to be compelled. When her plot flopped in place, the squishing started. Cold, gross, icky, gooey foal food started sliding around her rear end. And there was so much of it too! Not even Gilda or Ember had it as bad as her right now.

The dragoness was huffing smoke from her nostrils, trying to burn her pacifier away. No dice. She was suffering the mushy butt time out in silence just like the rest of them.

The griffon was tearing at the bouncer with her padded mitts, but she couldn’t rely on her claws to escape this fate. Her diaper was staining greener by the second the more she shifted and struggled.

Suddenly she was pulled down. Then Ember. Then Limestone. So far down they almost touched the floor.

“Okay girls,” Eris said, her fingers in snapping position. Six eyes widened, knowing what was about to happen. “Enjoy!”

Eris snapped.

And the squishing started.

Author's Note

Well fk me. I wanted to get to the lewder stuff this chapter but ended up going a bit overboard with my ideas for the feeding. Next time. I promise.

Really, I swear there's only the cloppy parts left now.