Limestone had no way of knowing how long her face was buried in Gilda’s stinky diaper. Every second was an eon of stench, flooding her nostrils and stinging all the way to her brain. It was so bad she felt ready to pass out after a while, only her burning rage keeping her awake. That or the impossibly gross sensation of her dirty diaper against her butt.

It was impossible to know where the foal food ended and the mess began. Everything had been so thoroughly mixed thanks to Ember that it was just mush now. Warm mush coating her backside. Disgusting, warm mush.

She shivered, face smushing up against Gilda’s diaper in the process. The lumpy padding smothering her gave her no room to even twitch. Yet somehow, staying perfectly still was even worse, as it gave the crap a chance to settle into a mold of her face. It was a constant struggle to chose the lesser of two evils. A struggle Gilda didn’t seem to care about.

The griffon was screaming bloody murder into Ember’s dirty diaper. It was muffled thanks to the wall of stink she was shouting into, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. To make matters worse, the act was really straining Ember’s ability to stay still. As her diaper was squished and squashed under the stress of Gilda’s beak, the dragoness was forced to squirm about to find a less uncomfortable position.

And this manifested by constantly bumping into Limestone’s diaper.

“Grrrr,” Limestone groaned. The feeling of having her nether’s invaded by messy pampers was not a pleasant one. She squeezed Ember’s head with her thighs, hoping to keep the rowdy dragon still.

It didn’t.

Ember didn’t seem fond of Limestone’s attempt, and only doubled her wriggling in an effort to escape. Limestone’s diaper beared the full brunt of this attack, tripling the squishy suffering.

“Errrgph!” Limestone moaned. Why me?

Even relaxing her thighs didn’t help. The dragon was mad. She kept pushing against Limestone, trying to pry herself free of their triangle of stank. She should have known it wouldn’t work, and probably did, because all she accomplished was rearranging the contents of Limestone’s diaper for the hundredth time.

“Ffffrrph!” Limestone swore into Gilda’s messy pampers. This had gone on for long enough. Eris had to let them out soon, right? At this point, she was even starting to get used to the horrendous stench of the griffon’s behind. If she had to spend another hour like this, then the lumpy padding smothering her face might start to feel normal too…

Limestone whimpered into the diaper. Eventually Ember stopped her struggling with a huff, succumbing to the fact that nothing could be done. Last and least, Gilda’s squawks of protest petered out into groans.

Eris left them to marinate in each other’s stink for just a while longer, wanting to ensure her good little girls were nice and relaxed before their next treatment, no doubt. And while Limestone found relaxing to be impossible with the warm and gooey backside pressed up against her face, her body slowly untensed over time as even her muscles had to surrender all hope of escape.

Then, and only then, did Eris clap with delight.

“Aww, looks like aromatherapy has done wonders for you girls!” She said from behind Limestone. Who knew how long she’d been there. “Not even a little bit fussy, now are you?”

“Ggphh,” Limestone muttered in response.

“Well, I could let you all enjoy yourselves a little bit longer, if you really wanna…” Eris mused.

The trio erupted in a chorus of “Mm mm”s in response, all desperately flailing against each other to signify disapproval. They barely even paid attention to the way it made their diapers squish against each other, they just knew they couldn’t let this go on.

“Alright, alright,” Eris teasingly relented. “We do need to move on to our final treatment eventually.”

Final? Had Limestone heard that right? Were they really almost done? She could cry tears of joy at the prospect. Or maybe her eyes were just watering from the stink.

“Okie-dokie, let’s go upsies, girls.” With a snap, Eris had her triangle of prisoners float up from out of the crib. After clearing the bars, they finally separated. Limestone’s head floating away from Gilda’s poopy butt, a distinct impression left in the seat of the griffon’s diaper.

She gasped for air, and she wasn’t the only one.

“Gahh!” Ember cried. Now free to move as she wanted, albeit in midair, she plugged her nostrils and gagged. Gilda was hacking up a storm, but no matter how hard she coughed she couldn’t get all of the stink from her lungs. Limestone knew, because she was having the same problem.

“Well, well, well, our time together is almost up.” Eris pout a little bit, hands on her hips. “I was hoping you three would be further along then you are now, though. It feels like we barely made a dent in your anger problems.”

And who’s fault is that? Limestone wanted to snark. But she held her tongue, knowing the consequences, as her sore bottom could attest. Neither Ember nor Gilda talked back in her place. They’d all been well trained not to at this point.

Eris shrugged at their submission. “Well, who knows. Maybe you’ll be totally cured by our last treatment.”

“What are you going to do to us now?” Ember asked. Her tone was probably the least accusatory it had been all day. Maybe she was just trying to avoid another visit from the pacifier.

“Oh it’s nothing too bad.” Eris waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll be doing some one-on-one with each of you here in a bit, but before that, I think it’s time you girls all started to live a little more honestly.”

Limestone furrowed her brow. She exchanged confused glances with the creatures on either side of her. “Honestly?”

“Of course!” Eris beamed. “Deep down I know you all are unhappy with your lives. We’ve just got to bring out who you’ve always wanted to be in your hearts!”

Unhappy? Limestone finally let her angry glare return. How dare this freak of nature try to tell her she wasn’t happy at the rock farm!

“What the heck’s that supposed to mean?” Gilda asked, her voice edging back to anger.

“Oh…” The corner’s of Eris’ lips curled into a deep spiral. She raised a paw. “You’ll see.”

Snap!

A pink, sparkly cloud burst around Limestone. Sweet scents of flowers and foal powder assaulted her nose, even if the stench from her still-full, and sagging, diaper lingered. She squeezed her eyes shut as the cloud engulfed her, coughing violently.

It only took a second for the sparkly dust to dissipate, but that was a second too long for Limestone. Already annoyance had bulged out a vein on her forehead, with frustration bubbling up to keep it that way.

She waved a hoof to chase away the dust still tickling her face, eyes peering open. “Okay, what did you just—” Words caught in her throat as she saw her hoof. “...do…?”

She was wearing a sock. A pastel pink and white striped sock, that snaked all the way up her fore leg and to her shoulder. Limestone’s eyes grew wide with realization. She could already feel other articles of clothing on her body, which might as well have been a giant “Eris was here!” sign.

“No…” she said. Her head turned as she held up her other hoof. Another sock. “No!”

She looked down, and the true horror of her situation became clear. Eris had saddled her with a monstrosity of an outfit.

She now wore a fluffy white blouse, its poofy, lacey sleeves forming bubbles at her shoulders. Overtop the blouse was an incredibly pink dress with a skirt poofier than seemingly possible. The heft just below it and white frills poking out just below the hem revealed Limestone was wearing a number of petticoats to make that happen.

The dress had a giant red heart right over the chest, and purple bows that lined the skirt. A giant one was on the back of the dress, held in place thanks to a giant sash covering her stomach.

Despite the size of the dress, Limestone’s thighs could feel the cool air of the room, which let her know that her dirty diaper was still hanging free and visible for the world to see. Kicking out her hind legs, Limestone found more striped socks on them, as well as a pair of flat Mare-y Jane style shoes stuck on her hooves.

Lastly, she noticed her peripheral vision was cut off. Looking to her side, she saw her eyeline swallowed by something bright pink, which curved all around the edges of her vision. She felt something was wrapped around the back of her head and tied beneath her chin, and put the puzzle pieces together: a bonnet.

“NO!” Limestone screamed. She looked absolutely ridiculous. She couldn’t even see herself and she knew it.

“Oh come on!” Ember’s cry drew Limestone’s attention. If not for her own situation, she might’ve laughed.

Ember now wore a maid outfit, complete with a short black skirt to keep her diaper exposed, a frilly white pinafore, and tall high heels that matched her black stockings. Ember tugged at the dress with gloved claws, grunting out whines of distaste. “It won’t come off!”

Limestone should’ve guessed as much, but the news still came as an unwanted surprise. She tried to force her how outfit off, but it didn’t matter if she pulled up or tugged down. It refused to budge an inch. It was as if the clothes were a part of her.

“What. The. Fu—Mmph!” Gilda was silenced by a bit gag being shoved in her mouth.

Limestone looked over at the rowdy griffon, and darn near lost it. It didn’t matter how badly she looked; Gilda took the cake.

The griffon was dressed up like a pony. Frilly yellow saddle with flowing silk, a giant bow tied to the base of her tail, right at the diaper, latex bindings that swallowed her legs to give off the appearance of hooves instead, and a harness with blinders dominated her face. She strained against the bit gag as its straps wrapped around her beak, growing red in the face from muffled screaming.

“And there we go!” Eris said proudly. “My, don’t you all look absolutely precious.”

Limestone kicked and flailed, swishing the skirt of her dress and squishing her dirty diaper. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Aww, Limey-poo, I told you already, didn’t I?” Eris chuckled. “I guess paying attention to even simple things is hard for a foal like you.”

Limestone wasn’t having it. Through clenched teeth she demanded, “just tell us what the heck you’re planning!”

“No plan, Limey.” Eris winked. Did that mean there was a plan? “I said I was going to reveal who you all wanted to be deep down, and I did.” She pointed to Gilda. “Little Gilly here has wanted to be a pony since she was a hatchling.”

“Mmrrfff?” Gilda shook her claw-hooves angrily. “Mm mm!”

But Eris was already moving on, gesturing to the dragon. “And wittle Emby here has always had the ambitious dream to become a maid.”

“What is wrong with you?” Ember looked ready to breathe fire on Eris again. “I am the Dragon Lord. Why would I want to be a maid?”

Eris left that question unanswered for now. Her attention had shifted to Limestone. “And dearie, you’ve always wanted to be a foal again deep now, haven’t you?”

Red burned Limestone’s face. Anger? Embarrassment? An amalgamation of the two, actually. “What the heck are you talking about? That’s just stupid!” If anything, the opposite was true. Limestone couldn’t remember a time she hadn’t been in a hurry to grow up. Eris had no idea what she was talking about.

“Don’t believe me?” Eris put her mismatched hands to her hips. “Well, I guess I just have to prove you wrong.” She winked again. She definitely had a plan for them.

What is it now…? She groaned in her head. So far their treatments had gotten progressively worse. Limestone shuddered to think what was going to happen to them now.

Anxiety had her trying to cross her legs before she could realize that was a bad idea. The mess in her diaper squished before the tips of her hooves could even touch. Limestone cringed, biting down on her lip to avoid screaming.

“Hmm, why don’t I start with you, Gilly.” Eris flicked her finger, and Gilda flew into the draconequus’ outstretched arms. Eris put Gilda in a chokehold that some might call a hug, but the wringing griffon sure wouldn’t.

“M-Mph!” Gilda protested.

“And as for you two.” Eris turned her attention to her other captives. “I’ll make sure you have a little fun while you wait for your turns.”

Ember and Limestone shared a gulp. That didn’t sound good.

With a flick of her fingers, Eris had the two moving against their will. They rotated towards each other, snapping together like magnets. It gave Limestone an uncomfortable flashback.

Luckily, her face didn’t end up in Ember’s messy diaper. The fabric of their dresses rustled as they were pushed in tight, and their snouts booped together, causing already pink blushes to dip into red.

They drifted to the ground, limbs wrapping around each other. Limestone tried to resist as the dragon’s scaly arms hugged her, but there was little she could do while Eris had the reins.

To make matters worse, she lifted the fronts of each girl’s skirts, exposing their dirty diapers to each other. Limestone’s face went even redder as the crotches of their messy diapers were pushed together.

“Hey!” She cried.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Ember protested. They tried to squirm away from one another, but what little movement they were allowed to do ended with Ember humping Limestone.

“Watch it!” Limestone squeaked, the messy contents of her diaper rubbing into uncomfortable places. The padding pressing into her nethers sent a jolt through her body she decidedly did not like.

“You watch it!” Ember growled. She tried to get away again, but it ended in another unwanted grind. The dragoness' eyes darted to Eris. “Stop making me do that!”

Eris giggled her way into a cackle. “Aww, that’s precious! You girls must really like each other’s company, don’t you?”

“NO!” They screamed in unison.

“Get her off me!”

“I don’t even know this pony!”

“She’s the one doing it!”

“Shut up! I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

Eris smirked. “Oh, just kiss already.”

She snapped, and the pair’s already close lips closed the distance between them.

“Mmph!” Limestone cried as she kissed the dragon.

“Grrmm!” Ember whined as she kissed the pony.

They both tried to pull away, but their lips were locked. All that happened was some more unintentional humping, crinkling their squishy diapers.

“Fufufufu…” Eris covered her mouth as she grinned. Meanwhile, Gilda thought her position was pretty good right about now. Though good was very relative.

“Mmm mm!” Limestone whined as she fought to escape scaly lips.

crinkle. squish. crinkle. squish.

“Nnmm! Errff!” Ember screamed as her forked tongue met Limestone’s.

crinkle. squish. crinkle. squish. crinkle. squish.

They were only making their situation worse by resisting, the humping growing faster and more violent. But neither could help it. Limestone refused to be stuck this way, her face growing hotter and hotter as the kiss deepened, the diapers pressed in…

Her marehood was burning.

“Mmm mmmrr…” She actually went cross-eyed for a moment, before shaking herself back to normal. Ember’s eyes were squeezed shut, likely wishing she was anywhere else right now.

“Oh, and one more thing to keep you entertained,” Eris added.

Limestone refused to believe her situation could get any worse. And then she saw the vibrating wand.

Her eyes bulged out as Eris dangled it in front of her. “MMPH!”

“Mmm?” Ember cracked open an eye out of curiosity. Then hers bulged out too. “MMM?!”

Eris put a finger to her lips, and flicked the device on. It started whirring with a low hum.

The buzzing sound made both redouble their escape attempts, which amounted to their humping picking up the pace. To an outside observer, it would appear that the sight of the vibrator got them both very “excited”. That was probably why Eris laughed at them.

“Here you go~!” She slipped the vibrator between the duo’s browned diapers, letting it nestle right up against their crotches.

The effect was immediate, and powerful.

Their unintentional humping earlier didn’t compare. The vibrations of the wand wedged between them sent shockwaves through each girl’s libido. Despite the messy padding they found themselves in, it was impossible to deny the sensation. The powerful tingle between their crotches just overwhelmed everything else.

Limestone moaned.

Ember moaned.

Without even really meaning to, they just started grinding again. Slowly, as their bodies moved without command, minds fighting back a haze of horniness and unable to stop it. It was gross. It was disgusting. It was horrifying.

It was so good…

Limestone whimpered into another moan. Her messy diaper fondled her privates, causing her tingling marehood to quiver even harder. She knew it was wrong to enjoy this on a number of levels, but the base pleasure she got from it all overrode everything else.

She tightened her grip on Ember, leaned harder into the kiss as she squeezed her eyes shut, and changed strategies from trying to escape to trying to hump harder.

“Fufufu,” Eris smirked as she gave Gilda a pat on the head. “Seems that did the trick, 'ey girls?”

Limestone barely heard the teasing over her own grunts and the vibrator’s hum. Her cheeks reddened anyway at the reminder of her audience. It was scary how much she wanted to stop but couldn’t.

“Well, while they’re enjoying themselves, why don’t we have a chat, Gilda?” Eris sat down in mid-air, shifting the squirming griffon until she was cradling her. Gilda’s strained cries into her bit gag momentarily got Limestone to look their way, before being pulled back into her kiss with Ember.

“Gggrph!” Gilda protested. Eris ignored her, pressing the cat-bird up against her chest.

“Now Gilly, I know you pushed back a bit when I suggested you wanted to be a pony deep down,” Eris started, shifting into full on counselor mode.

“Serggersterrdd?” Gilda indicated her new horse-y get up. “Rrffree?”

“Shhh…” Eris stroked Gilda’s cheek. From the floor, Ember yelped as her padding explored deep into her inner thighs. “You see Gilda, I know you better than you could possibly know yourself.”

Gilda snorted through her nostrils. Limestone moaned and groaned, vibrator pressing into her deeply.

“It’s true!” Eris insisted. “I know you never won a single race back in your Junior Speedster days. Am I right?”

That seemed to make Gilda blush more than her filthy diaper. “Nnnff!” she cried.

Eris ran her fingers through Gilda’s feathers. “Oh don’t be embarrassed by the truth, sweetie. You lost every time you challenged a pony back then. And you know you’re not as fast as Rainbow Dash.”

Limestone didn’t know who that was, but Gilda sure did. She squawked into her bit gag, trying to batter Eris with her hooved claws. At least she was still trying to escape. Limestone had all but surrendered to her lust at this point, thrusting her hips into the dragoness above her with complete abandon. Her burning marehood had yet to climax, and she was horrified by the realization that she wanted one.

“It’s a perfectly normal complex to have, Gilda. Don’t worry.” Eris booped the griffon’s beak. “So you want to be a pony since you know you’ll never be better than them. If you can’t beat them, join them, no?”

“Nnff!” Gilda refused. Despite the squishing it caused, she continued to struggle.

“Mmm, yes. You can see how this is manifesting as anger, can’t you?” Eris sighed. “Poor little wannabe pony. You’re all pent up over the fact that you can never be who you are deep down.”

“Mrrrff!” Gilda shrieked. She wasn’t buying one bit of it.

Eris gave her a kiss on the forehead, making the poor girl recoil. “But don’t worry, Gilly-Willy. Now you can live your best pony life!” She grabbed Gilda’s trapped claws and shook them around like a victory cheer, much to Gilda’s chagrin.

Limestone was barely aware of any of this. She was too wrapped up in the feeling of the vibrator constantly pushing deeper into her diapered crotch to notice much of anything else. Even her prolonged kiss with Ember was fading into the background of that ungodly passion.

“Hmm, I guess you still need a moment to mellow out, don’t you?” Eris struggled to contain the wriggling griffon. “Why don’t we give Ember her turn now while you play with Limey?”

With a snap, Ember and Limestone disentangled. The dragoness floated up, the vibrating wand following halfway, preventing either of them from achieving an orgasm. Limestone whimpered, already feeling the haze of horniness floating away from her.

So close… she begged internally. As the details of her situation came back to her, that thought disgusted her. So close to what? She shuddered. Had she actually wanted… no, she clearly had. And she’d tried to get one too.

“Augh!” Her limbs flailed but she couldn’t get off the floor. Above her, Ember seemed to be coming down from the lusty high as well, though her disgusted was more focused.

“You!” she glared at Eris, blue scales all red. “How dare you do that to a Dragon Lord?!”

Eris just let her wry smile get a little wryer. “Oh yes, let’s talk about this whole Lord business why don’t we?”

She flicked her fingers and Ember floated towards her, Gilda pushed away. It didn’t take long for the two to completely switch places, Ember now finding her head being pressed into Eris’ chest, and Gilda right above Limestone, a still humming vibrator between the two.

“Oh no you don’t!” Limestone screamed. She scrambled to get away but was stuck to the carpet like a bug in a flytrap.

With another snap Gilda dropped. Hooves and fake hooves entangled, and the vibrator once again found itself sandwiched between two diapers.

Limestone felt it’s return. Her marehood had only just begun to calm down, but now that the vibrating monster was back at her crotch she only found herself riled up again. Knowing how easily she had succumbed last time, Limestone tried to fight it. But the inescapable hum squishing her dirty diaper was hard to ignore.

At least she wasn’t forced to make out with Gilda. The griffon’s beak still had to contend with the bit gag. But it seemed she was far more concerned with the feeling of the wand tantalizing her padded crotch. Gilda freaked out and did the exact opposite of what she needed to do to make the sensation go away: she struggled.

The griffons desperate moves resulted in the same thing as last time, unintentional humping. Limestone bit her tongue to avoid moaning as the impact of the two diapers devolved into a familiar grinding rhythm. Gilda didn’t moan, she just shrieked into her gag, trying anything to avoid humping the pony below her… which usually resulted in more humping.

“Let me go!” Ember cried as Eris forced her to sit still. Fire welled up in the back of her throat, but a lion paw pinched her lips closed. Ember’s attack coughed out smoke from her nostrils.

“Such a fussy girl.” Eris took the time to smooth out Ember’s skirt, playing with the frills of the apron as she did. “You know, I have to wonder why it is you want to be a maid so badly.”

“I don’t!” Ember screamed. Her face was boiling red, but was it from the recent… session with Limestone? Or something else?

Limestone struggled to pay attention this time. As the pulsing between her legs continued, marehood quivering violently in response, she could feel herself slipping back into the mindless state from earlier. She was not going to give into those desires again. She had to focus on something else!

“Why of course you do, Emby. My magic doesn’t lie after all.” Eris winked and Limestone got the feeling her magic lied all the time. “You know, it must be hard being the big dragon in charge all the time, isn’t it?”

“Is not!” Ember insisted. “Everyone does what I say, and—Eep!” Eris had stuck a paw right onto her messy crotch.

Her paw swirled the padding in a circular motion, no doubt agitating the already tender nethers the vibrator had warmed up.

“S-Stop it!” Ember gasped.

“I have a feeling the stress of your job has been getting to you lately, am I right?”

“A-Ah~” Ember cried, trying to push Eris away. “Puh-Please…”

“And judging by your new outfit, I take it you want to be the one obeying orders, not giving them, from now on, don’t you?” Her paw dug in deeper into the dirty diaper when Ember didn’t respond. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Leave—Gah-Ah!—me—huh… unf—alone!” Ember whined. She couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her head as the groping continued.

She looked about as close to orgasm as Limestone felt. Gilda’s erratic movements had brought them both to the brink, and now Limestone was struggling to keep herself together. Her libido fighting against her. In fact, her whole body was, as near orgastic spasms shook her.

“Well, I suppose I can’t make you say it out loud,” Eris sighed, pulled her paw away.

Ember whined and her claws chased after it. For a moment. Then she seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled back, face now pink.

“But don’t forget that deep down, you really are an obedient little servant.” Eris smirked as the dragoness couldn’t even look her in the eyes. “You know, with Spike growing up, I’m sure Twilight will be in the market for a new dragon helper soon.”

“Shut up!” Ember whined.

Eris slipped a pacifier back into Ember’s mouth, as if to say “No, you!”. The dragon couldn’t even bring herself to whine, suckling automatically on the device.

“Now then,” Eris attention turned to Limestone, who couldn’t fight back a sharp moan at that inconvenient moment. With a chuckle, Eris said, “Now it’s our big baby's turn in the hot seat.”

With a snap, Limestone didn’t float over. She teleported, switching places with Ember. The poor dragoness ended up right below the thrashing griffon, and once more had the pulsating feeling of the vibrator assaulting her diaper.

“MmmFF!” Ember cried out. But she was too horny to stop herself, throwing her body into the grinding motion that Gilda so desperately hated and loved at the same time. Within seconds, they were humping each other’s brains out.

Limestone looked away, partially out of jealousy. Her own marehood was left woefully unattended to now, stuck sitting in messy padding. She couldn’t believe she somehow wanted more.

And more came.

Eris dug her paw back into messy padding, pressing deep into Limestone. A new moan escaped the pony before she could stop it.

“What are you…” Limestone suddenly found it harder to think again. “What are you… What…”

Eris giggled. “See Limestone, isn’t it great to not think? Just like the big baby you’ve always wanted to be?”

That snapped her back to reality. Shaking her head, she insisted, “no, I don’t!” Where had Eris even come up with such a ludicrous idea?

With her claw, the draconequus tugged at Limestone poofy skirt. “You sure? Because your outfit sure says differently.” Another deep press into her crotch as Eris whispered into her ear, “and so does your stinky diaper, you naughty filly.”

Limestone recoiled. “Shut up! It does not!”

“Oh-ho-ho,” Eris covered her mouth to hide that devilish smile. “And what a fussy baby you make, too.” She hooked an arm around Limestone’s head and brought her in tight for a hug. Limestone still squirmed due to the invader at her crotch. “It must have been hard to live on a rock farm, huh? I’ll bet you had to grow up too quickly as the oldest of four sisters.”

Limestone bit her lip as the pressure between her legs grew. Don’t cum. Don’t cum! “S-S-So?”

“I just figured you may be trying to get those lost childhood years back. Do you think that’s why you lash out at everypony? Because you’re angry they got to spend so much time as carefree foals while you had to work so hard?”

Don’t cum! “N-No!” Limestone’s whole face was red. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken a breath. On the floor, Ember and Gilda were moaning in unison as their dirty diaper humping reached a crescendo.

“I think yes,” Eris insisted. “You know deep down what you really want to be is a…” She grabbed a fistful of padding and squeezed. “...a good girl.”

“UUUUooOOuuHHhhhFFff!” Limestone came. Heat poured out of her marehood, building up through her whole body until every part of her was hot.

Twin moans from below signified Ember and Gilda weren’t far behind. The two hugged tightly, feeling their unified climaxes.

Limestone, still in the throes of her own, needed someone to hold to. She held Eris, clinging to the draconequus torso despite her now pink face matching her dress. “Gah~ A-Ah~ Unnnf…”

Before she was even fully calmed down, Eris had set her on the ground. Limestone’s plot sank into her dirty padding, and now she couldn’t even ignore how gross that was anymore.

Gilda seemed finally capable of rolling off Ember, ending up with her back to the carpet as she breathed heavily. The vibrator tumbled from its perch and disappeared with a poof before hitting the ground.

“You… sick… freak!” Ember moaned from behind her pacifier, kicking her legs in disgust.

Now that Limestone was coming down from her high, she had to agree. “What the hay, Eris?!”

The draconequus just laughed. “What? I’m not the one who just made cummies in my diapees. I think you girls are projecting a little.”

“Shut it!” Gilda cried, throwing off her bit gag, feathers red from her blush. “I am going to end you for this!”

“Hmmm, I guess your treatment ultimately wasn’t as effective as I hoped.” Eris tapped her chin as the trio recovered. Ember and Gilda refused to even look at each other. “But we can always do another session. What do you think girls? Same time tomorrow?”

“NO!”

Eris smiled. “Excellent. I’ll see you then.”

And then she snapped.

Dragons were crowded in Ember’s throne room, pushing, shoving, roaring, and spitting fire as they all tried to squeeze in. Ever since the Dragon Lord’s disappearance earlier that day, word had spread all too quickly. Some had searched, other’s had called for an immediate Gauntlet of Fire to decide a new Dragon Lord. Many power hungry drakes had agreed, but so far the searchers had kept them at bay.

“Anybody seen her yet?” Someone called out to the room.

“No! I’m telling you, she’s gone!”

“Probably hanging out with those wimpy ponies again.”

“So what do we do now?”

The confusion and chaos wouldn’t continued for hours to come, when all of a sudden Dragon Lord Ember appeared in a flash of white light, plopping on her throne with a loud squish.

Silence descended as the discombobulated dragon collected herself, before noticing her pacifier, maid outfit, and dirty diaper were all still in tact. And then she looked up, and noticed the throng of her subjects, all staring at her in disbelief.

Ember curled up in her seat, squishing her diaper even more. Cringing, she suckled her pacifier for instinctual comfort, and whined.

“Hey Gabby,” Greta approached the mail griffon, singling her out as the only one in the busy town square of Griffinstone who could actually help her out.

“Greta!” Gabby waved to her. “Need your mail earlier than usual? I can—”

“No, it’s not that. Have you seen Gilda?” Greta asked. “She just kind of… vanished earlier.”

“Vanished?” Gabby cocked her head. “Vanished how?”

“Well…” Greta scratched the back of her head as she tried to put words to the experience. “There was this flash of light—”

There was a flash of light, and Gilda suddenly stood between them. Wobbling on unsteady… hooves? And radiating a smell that made Greta take a step back, coughing.

“Aww, what in the—?” And then she saw the filthy diaper on Gilda’s rear. Most of Griffonstone saw it, actually, as the bustling square just seemed to freeze in time, each taking in the messy griffon-pony who had just appeared. Snickers rippled through them, before nearly everyone erupted with rancorous laughter at the display before them.

All except Greta and Gabby, who were still at ground zero for the stink and struggling to recover.

Gilda scrambled to cover her ears with her… hooves? Her face ignited with a brilliant red.

“I’m gonna kill that freak!” Gilda screamed.

“So you claim Limestone has simply... disappeared?” Cloudy Quartz asked her daughter.

“Mmhmm,” Marble said, smally.

“And you have not a clue where it was she went?” Igneous inquired with a raised brow.

“Mmhmm.”

The three Pies all stood in silence for a moment, letting the emptiness of their home speak for itself. It was hard to fully wrap their minds around. Igneous would have been certain his daughter was lying… if she were capable of something like that. Cloudy was sure she was on the verge of fainting.

Then, a brightly dressed pony appeared in the air before them. She yelped as she fell to the ground, between the three of them. Her bright pink dress called a lot of attention to herself in the dull grey room, but her noisy, filthy diaper dominated everypony’s focus after a moment.

Limestone groaned as she sat up, and then froze. Igneous, Cloudy, and Marble all stared at her in shock, jaws on the floor. Nopony said anything for a moment, and when Limestone moved to get up, she heard her diaper squish and cringed. In that moment, she realized she was still wearing everything that draconequus had forced on her.

“I can explain!”

Author's Note

I honestly didn't think I'd manage to get this done before September, but here we are with nearly a week to spare! Hope you all enjoyed the ride. I know I sure did. Might even have to do more with Eris in the future...