Anger Management Class

Up, down. Up, down. Angry snarl, disgusted cringe. Angry snarl, disgusted cringe.

Limestone was at her wit’s end. Everytime she bounced down, goop would slap her plot. The mushy foal food squished with the exact same fervor it had when the bouncing first began. That was probably only half an hour ago, but it felt like an eternity.

There wasn’t much she could do to distract herself either. If she looked over to Ember or Gilda then their faces of discomfort would only remind her of her own predicament. If she focused on her involuntary pacifier suckling then she’d just have two things to be annoyed about. And if she focused on Eris…

The draconequus was across the room, reading a book on parenting of all things. Every so often she’d check a watch on her wrist and then look up at her bouncing girls. Behind the thin frames of reading glasses, her eyes always sparkled with delight at their predicament. She was having too much fun.

“Mmmm!” Limestone kicked her legs as her bouncer dropped down again. Squish, squish, squish, all over her butt. Why had she knocked over her bowl? If she’d just eaten it all then this wouldn’t be a problem… diaper notwithstanding.

She shook her head. No! Don’t ever regret not playing along with her stupid idea. If she ever found herself falling in line for Eris she’d… well she wasn’t sure what she’d do. But she was sure that she couldn’t let the chaos goddess win, not after all the injustices she’d forced on her.

“Grrr!” Gilda was flailing again. Her body tipped and swayed in the bouncer, but never reached her desired outcome of escape. Like all the other times she’d tried, all she did was make the squishy sensations worse. “Nmmff!”

Ember seemed to have given up in comparison. Sure, she wasn’t hanging her head in defeat, but her crossed arms and upturned snout didn’t distract from the blush on her face or the bobbing of her pacifier. She’d definitely given up, at least for now.

In a way, Limestone had too.

They couldn’t escape, not just from the bouncers but this room in general. And that realization had been slowly sinking in, like her plot into the foal food.

Maybe we should just do whatever Eris says, she thought to herself. They’d suffer less and hopefully get out of here sooner if they did. She hated that she was resorting to playing along, but what other choice was there?

Unlike Ember, Limestone wasn’t above hanging her head in defeat.

It took a little while for Gilda to catch on. She kept struggling and groaning the whole time. Maybe it was the extra spanks that kept her so ornery, but regardless she took her time calming down, prolonging the bouncing for all of them.

Up, down. Up, down. Forlorn pout, disgusted cringe. Forlorn pout, disgusted cringe.

When Gilda did finally calm down after another half hour of bouncing, Eris thankfully took immediate note.

“Ahh, there we go, girls.” She closed her book and slithered through the air to greet the three bouncing babies. “Had enough of your temper tantrums then?”

“Mmmhmm,” Limestone murmured.

Ember grunted.

Gilda whined.

“Excellent! What calm little babies you all make. Are we ready to get on with your next therapy session?”

No one replied. Fear of the unknown was almost enough to make them prefer bouncing. Limestone wanted to believe it wasn’t going to be bad; playing with foal toys had been the least worst thing about today after all. At the same time, she also felt a distinct dread welling up in her. The thought that what was in store could actually be worse had wormed its way into her brain.

“Nmmf mph fffrm,” she attempted. A whine of annoyance hit her pacifier next.

“Hmm.” Eris scratched her chin. “Well, let’s see what you have to say.” She snapped.

And the pacifiers disappeared.

Limestone was so relieved she almost didn’t realize her lips were still instinctively suckling at nothing. Shaking her head, she moved her jaw freely and signed. Escaping the pacifier was a small blessing.

A jealous Gilda fumed to her left, beak still working over the rubber nub in her mouth.

“Well then, Limey-poo, what was that again?” Eris winked.

As much as the new nickname made her want to barf, Limestone held back. “I said, what are you going to do to us this time?”

“Oh-ho-ho my, still don’t trust me?” Eris winked, as if to imply that was the smart decision. “Well you have nothing to worry about my angry little filly. All we’re doing this time is aromatherapy!”

“Ermmrmmrhhrrppee?” Ember grunted, and clawed at her pacifier. With a snap, her mouth was freed too, and Gilda whined in protest. “What’s aromatherapy?”

“Oh, they don’t have that in the Dragon Lands?” Eris flicked her tail, eyes running up to the ceiling as she thought. “Then again, I guess the most pleasant smell over there would be sulfur mixed with ash, wouldn’t it?”

“Lava smells nice,” Ember grumbled to herself. Her defense of her home went ignored as Eris floated between the trio, eager to explain.

“You see girls, aromatherapy is just that: therapy with aromas.” She giggled. “Though, I guess it would be hard for little babies to grasp that.”

Limestone growled in the back of her throat, but kept it to herself. The less-restrained Gilda started off on a violent tirade, but no one could understand it and she was promptly ignored.

“There’s so many scents that can relax you and take the edge off. Flowers,” thorny roses wrapped around Eris’s lion paw. “That new carriage smell,” somehow a carriage appeared, Eris reclining in the driver’s seat. “Or even citrus!” She reached into her mouth and pulled out a lemon, lips puckering ever so slightly. “Sound fun?”

“Sounds lame,” Limestone couldn’t stop herself from saying.

“For once, I agree with the pony,” Ember added.

“Grrmph!” Gilda screamed.

The dragoness rolled her eyes in annoyance at the griffon. “Oh, put a pacifier in it.”

“Erfrff mrph?!” Gilda flailed vaguely in Ember’s direction.

“Now now, no fighting!” Eris flicked her lemon between them, drawing attention back to her. She brushed off the rose bush growing out of her armpit and kicked the carriage away like it was made of air. “And don’t worry, I assure you I’ve found a fun little way to spice this up. You didn’t think I’d actually let you get bored, did you?”

With another snap, the bouncers dissipated like mist. Like so many times already today, Limestone felt to the ground and landed on her padded plot. But this time, the inclusion of the foal food made it gloppy squishing sounds instead of just crinkles. As the goop spread to yet untamed ground, Limestone cringed.

“Can you at least give us new diapers first?” she whined, a griffon flopping down next to her.

“Ick!” Gilda whined, barely noticing her own pacifier was finally gone. “Now I agree with the dweeb. Get this thing off of me!”

“Aww, did you use your diapees then?” Eris smirked. “Because I’ll be happy to change you if that’s the case.”

Both complainers had their faces flush. They scrambled to be the first to say “NO!”

“Oh well,” Eris sighed with real disappointment. “Ember, you?”

The dragoness squished her diaper in an effort to back up. “No way!”

“Well, that’s alright. We’ll be fixing that soon.” The statement was meant to be dismissive as the draconequus prepared to snap her fingers again, but Limestone wasn’t about to let that statement pass.

“What do you mean by fix—” SNAP!

Suddenly Limestone’s body was thrown into Gilda’s. The slammed together like magnets, each yelping. They tried to move away, but could only strain and push.

Gilda battered Limestone’s face with her padded mitts. “Hey, get off me, dweeb!”

“Would if I could you, uh… bigger dweeb!”

Before Limestone could smack Gilda back, their bodies began turning in a very unmagnet-like way. Limestone found herself pushed to the floor. Gilda swiveled above her, the fur of their bellies intermingling and tickling as they did.

Then Gilda’s thighs ended up on either side of Limestone’s head. And her diaper went straight for Limestone’s face. She “MMPH”ed in equal parts surprise and immediate hatred. The cushy seat of the diaper formed itself around her muzzle and chin, barely leaving her eyes to escape the same fate. The padding also squished from the foal food within, making Gilda shiver.

“What are you doing?!” she yelled down at Limestone. The trapped pony could only kick her legs and groan in annoyance as a response. After all, it’s not like she was the one doing this.

“Oh? Not even five seconds in and you're already enjoying yourselves.” Eris’ eyes flicked to Ember. “Ready for your turn sweetie?”

Ember stumbled to her feet, waddling backwards. She looked between the shameless display before her and Eris, her face screaming her intent to run away. But she never got the chance.

SNAP!

Ember was thrown forward. Rotating in mid-air, her diapered rump collided with Gilda’s face, and her own snout buried itself in Limestone’s diaper.

“Mm-MMRPH!” Limestone’s eyes bulged out. Ember’s face only went deeper into her diaper as the force of the impact forced all three to tumbled to the ground. They were trapped in a triangle of faces in padding.

Once they’d settled, Ember went straight for thrashing, trying to escape. But she only succeeded in making Limestone more miserable by face-fondling her squishy diaper. The sensation made her squirm herself, forcing Gilda to wriggle about too, perpetuating this horrible cycle.

In all this madness, Limestone forgot that this treatment was supposed to be aromatherapy. If she’d had the sense to remember, she might have even wondered how this was supposed to relate to that; everyone’s noses were covered by diapers, after all. And if she had asked that question, she would have drawn an immediate, unfortunate conclusion.

“Now it’s time to bring the smells.” Eris’ words were almost entirely lost on the struggling girls. But she regained their attention with another burst of magic.

SNAP!

Limestone heard it before she felt it; a deep gurgling sound emanated from her stomach. When the push of her bowels finally registered, her ears flicked with sudden, horrible realization.

“MMPH!” She cried. Eyes squeezed shut in desperation. She tried in vain to fight the magically enhanced urge, and came up woefully short against it.

Gilda and Ember had realized something was wrong by now too. When the first sounds of release slapped the dragoness in the face, she redoubled her efforts to escape, even though doing so condemned her to lose control of herself. Gilda felt it happening in the diaper on her face, and seemed to take solace in the fact that she wouldn’t suffer alone, letting her bowels release.

All three pooped themselves.

Limestone grunted loudly as she pushed new mush into her already filled pampers. Even without having eaten much, she seemed to have plenty to drop in her pants. Log after log rushed out, dominating what little space there was and swiftly moving to her inner thighs. The gooey, gross feeling this brought she was already used to, but the warmth that came with it was new, and all kinds of unwelcome.

But she wasn’t even allowed the dignity of coming to terms with pooping herself. Because in the very instant she started, Gilda flooded her own diaper.

There wasn’t nearly as much foal food in her padding, so the new mush didn’t have to fight for space. It just took over everything, putting a hefty strain on her diaper to boot. The seat swelled to a comical size, staining brown almost immediately. And, of course, smothering poor Limestone’s face.

She screamed and groaned, but that did nothing to stem the mudslide. It didn’t just stop at her nose, it forced the lumpy padding to spill over and swallow her whole face. Limestone was submerged in a dirty, padded griffon butt. Screams muffled, flailing only made it worse, and the scent…

Sweet Celestia the scent.

It was like a dumpster had a baby with an outhouse. A burning, putrid, noisy smell invaded her nostrils. The slightest inhale sent her reeling. She could taste it in her mouth too, making for absolute certain there would be no escape. Between that, the feeling of the soiled padding, the sounds it made, and the fact that it covered her eyes meant that all of Limestone’s senses were made to suffer.

And as the icing on the cake, the smell only got worse the more Gilda crapped herself.

What do they feed these griffons? Limestone thought to herself. Or at least, she thought she thought that. It was hard to hear herself think now that squelching padding dominated her ears.

She tried to focus on something else, only to find her attention taken by Ember. The dragoness was struggling to pull her face away from Limestone’s own increasingly full diaper. And the more she moved the more she pushed the mess into deeply uncomfortable places. Limestone moaned and squirmed herself, only condemning Gilda to the same fate.

It felt like their forced accidents continued for an eternity. When Limestone finally felt the last of her bowels evacuate, she groaned in pure relief. Not a good look with the lumpy padding settling over her face, but she couldn’t help it.

She had no idea what the three of them looked like right now, but she didn’t have to guess. A dragon’s head in a pony’s diaper. A griffon’s head in a dragon’s diaper. A pony’s head in a griffon’s diaper. It was a pyramid of disgusting humiliation.

Never mind what Limestone had been thinking earlier. Playing along with Eris? Not after this. She was going to destroy that draconequus, chaos magic be damned. Every sharp inhale only made her rage, her hatred, burn deeper and brighter. Like throwing fuel on a fire.

“GRRRRAAAAAHHHH!” Limestone screamed into the messy seat of the griffon. Her eyes stung with tears. From the smell? From the situation? From her helplessness? Probably all three. And no amount of squirming, or yelling, or temper tantrum-ing was going to make it better. So she let the tears flow as she continued to sniff Gilda’s poopy diaper against her will.

“Peeeeyew!” Eris cried. “What stinky babies I have to take care of.”

“MMMMPH! MMM MMM!” Limestone whined, her sentiments echoed by her fellow captives.

“Aww, but at least you all see to like each other’s messy rumps.” The cruelty oozed in her voice. “Good thing too, because you’re going to be enjoying your aromatherapy for a long time.”

A predictable result, but no less infuriating. Limestone cried into the brown padding covering her face. What else could she do right now?

The stink triangle was lifted into the air. Unable to know where they were going, Limestone tried to look. As it turned out, turning her head only brought new areas of Gilda’s diaper to stare at. Joy.

They were dropped down on something soft. A mattress? The bars Limestone found herself pressed against quickly confirmed they were in the crib. The tight spacing forced their bodies, and their diapers, even closer together.

Gross squishing and three flavors of whiny adult-baby commenced, but Eris didn’t seem to care.

“Now enjoy yourselves, girls. Once we’re done here we can move on to your final treatment. Then you should all be good little girls for the rest of your lives!”

Limestone whimpered. Her own messy diaper was finally settling as Ember realized how futile it was to resist. But just the presence of her head pushed the messy mix all up against her. And the smell was getting no less intense.

She tried again to struggle only to find she had no room left to. She could only wait motionless with the pungent odor to keep her company. It was all any of them could do.

So they waited, and took in the aggravating, gross stench of aromatherapy.