Gleaming Shield stepped into her room.

The stairs had been tricky to navigate. She was sooo tired. Her head felt like a balloon with all the air let out of it. And her soggy pampers had made each step a headache and a half to overcome. But she was here now.

A small window somehow let in enough light for the whole room. From floor to ceiling, it was all pink. Pale for the carpets, hot for the drapes, rose bed sheets, a lavender canopy, bubble gum furniture, flamingo pillows. Pink pink pink.

Only the walls broke up the trend, being a pearly, smooth white. A calming white. Familiar. It made Gleaming happy to look at them.

She waddled further in, squishy crinkles following her every step. Her nose would occasionally wrinkle at the stale stench of pee, but it didn’t really bother her. Gleaming was far more entranced by her things. A dresser, a vanity, a playpen, a highchair, a bed with extendable walls to act as a crib. They were all things she knew well, but fawned over anyway, as if she was seeing them for the first time.

And the toys! So, so many toys. Her playpen guarded most of them, blocks and rattles, plastic keys and colorful rings. But strewn out along the floor was a long stretch of tracks, a toy train resting on top of them, begging to be played. The sight of it made Gleaming giggle.

“All aboard!” she called like a conductor, bending over to send the train flying down the tracks. The toy whistled as she did, earning another giggle from the giddy girl.

Her room was just perfect. She could wait here forever.

Wait…? The thought gave Gleaming pause. She tapped her chin, brow furrowing. Why… was she waiting?

Her eyes turned to the window, a small breeze brushing through to flutter her drapes. Outside, pure blue sky, the kind you rarely get, even when the pegasi were working their hardest. The kind of sky you could only see from high up in a tall, tall building.

A tower!

“Aha!” Gleaming’s lips curled in amusement. She was so smart. It was obvious now that she thought about it. She was a Princess locked up in a tower. That’s why she had to wait.

It made the most sense after all. Gleaming felt like she’d had princesses on the brain lately, for whatever reason. And given her tiara and her adorable dress, it had to be true. Puzzle pieces were clicking together now.

I’m a Princess who’s waiting for her Prince to come rescue her, she decided. It was just like a fairytale!

Gleaming sighed with content, glad to have come to her senses. But she did wonder when her Prince would come for her. After all, she’d been waiting for… how long exactly? It didn’t really matter.

But she could just picture it now. Tall, strong, handsome, coming to take her away to their happily ever after. Rushing to her like a knight in shining armor…

Shining… armor… Gleaming pursed her lips. Why did that sound so familiar?

“He’s not here?” A meek, distance voice called out. Gleaming blinked her way back to reality, attention once again pulled to the window. She waddled to it, the one voice outside multiplying.

“I can’t find the Captain anywhere!”

“Well he couldn’t have just wandered off.”

“Do you think he… got inside?”

“Don’t be stupid, there’s no way anypony can get in this thing.”

Gleaming’s heart leapt for joy. Her Prince! It must be. Who else could be outside her tower?

But that elation was fleeting. Why was she hearing so many voices? Were there that many Princes outside waiting to sweep her off her hooves? I mean, I wouldn’t say no…

It couldn’t be though. Gleaming knew deep down that her true Prince wouldn’t need to group up with a bunch of other Princes to rescue her. He’d be so strong and cool and tough that he could do it all on his own. That’s why she’d fall for him the minute she’d meet him. These voices didn’t give her that kind of feeling.

“Wait a second. No way in? Then what’s that?”

So who could those voices belong to then?

“A doorway? That can’t be right.”

She felt like she knew them…

“I checked the base a hundred times! Where did that come from?”

“You don’t think he’s actually inside then, do you?”

They were so… familiar…

“I don’t like this…”

“Well we can’t return without him. The Princess would have our heads!”

They worked for a Princess?

“You’re not suggesting we go in there, are you?”

“You have a better idea? Cause we spent the last six hours searching everywhere for him but inside.”

“Yeah… I agree, it’s our best option.”

Wait a second! Gleaming did know these voices.

“In you go!”

“W-Wait, don’t push me!”

“Oh calm down, we’re right behind you.”

Gleaming smiled to herself. Of course! Those voices belonged to her maids. How could she forget?

A deafening thud of a door slamming cut off the last of the sounds outside. Gleaming was relieved to know her servants were on their way. Her cold, clammy diaper was getting a little uncomfortable. And for some reason it also felt really sticky…

Well, if they’re on their way anyway… Gleaming could afford to. It was their job to clean up after her, after all.

She lowered her head, scrunching her snout and grunting cute, short groans. Her plot raised high into the air, diapers blatantly displayed. Her grunting turned huffy and annoyed the longer it went on. She kept pushing, knowing it was deeply unladylike what she was about to do.

A wet fart signaled to the world what was about to happen. A mushy logged pushed its way into Gleaming’s diapers. Then another. They plopped into the padding, smushing against each other with a definitive squelch. The two barely had time to get acquainted before another joined them. And one more.

Gleaming kept messing herself until there were no new logs to introduce to the pile. Just a gross mush, forcing her double diapers to stain and sag.

When all was done, Gleaming breathed a sigh of relief. At least her diaper was warm again. And she liked the slippery feeling of that mudslide of hers anyway. It made her feel all stiff, a bulge forming at the crotch of her diapers.

Standing up straight, she felt the mush settle against her plot and shivered with delight. For fun, she squeezed her hind legs together as tightly as she could, shivering with pleasure as warm mess squished against her. She moaned, bulge growing.

Gleaming pawed at the front of her dress, until she found the spot where she had tucked away her pacifier not too long ago. She popped it into her mouth without a second thought, suckling away. Now life was pleasurable on both ends.

She blushed, momentarily pretending her paci was something else she was suckling on. Something belonging to her Prince. But such unladylike thoughts shouldn’t even cross her mind. It didn’t help that she was growing hotter and more bothered right where that bulge had formed. She should really take care of that.

Her attention shifted to her bed. She did feel rather tired anyway. The suckling, messy princess toddled over to the mattress and flumped down about as gracefully as she had filled her diaper. Her diaper bulge buried its way into the sheets and twitched. Gleaming moaned and rolled over so she could properly take care of it.

But when she did her back ran over something soft, but definitely not part of the bed. With effort, she freed it from the spot it was wedged under and got a good look.

“Oh, hehe~ It’s woo!”

Her plushie. She recognized it from nap times passed, though the when and where was fuzzy for some reason. But that didn’t matter because here he was again. Dark gray coat, black mane, red horn. Yep, that was him alright. Gleaming would recognize her Prince anywhere.

“C’mere, woo,” she nuzzled her prince into her cheek, biting down on her pacifier with joy. Until the real one showed up to rescue her, this one would do nicely.

“Maybe woo can hewp me,” Gleaming slurred passed her paci. She wiggled her hips, mess sloshing about and bulge throbbing. “Imma diwty giwl.”

Her plushies lifeless smile might as well have been a thumbs up as far as Gleaming was concerned. She lowered the little guy down her pelvis, pushing him against the bulge.

“OOooohh.” Messy, soft padding swaddled her. Another push.

“UuuUUhh!” Throbbing, twitching, itching. Another push.

“UUUuunNFFff~” Yes. Yes. Yes!

Gleaming knew she’d have a lot of time before her maids finally arrived. And even more time before her Prince one day came for her. So until then, she figured she should make the most of her captivity. And the most of her smelly, sagging diapers.

And her little stallion plush could be oh-so helpful for her needs. Sombra, was his name. Sombra her Prince. Sombra her King. Sombra her…

“Daddy~! OoooOOOooUUuuuUUUhhh!”

Author's Note

And a short little conclusion for anyone wondering just how Shining turned out in the end. Gonna be a long wait for Sombra, considering, well, everything. But I'm sure his maids will keep him company. And who knows, if Cadence ever comes looking for him, maybe she'll be able to help... right?

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!