Princess Plaything

by Wandering Pigeon

Rating: mature
Tags: Ember, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Luna, Fetish, Non-consensual
Length: 7112

Ember’s first diplomatic mission to Equestria... could have gone better.

Newly minted Dragon Lord Ember thinks she’s ready for her first meeting with the Princesses of Equestria. But their idea of diplomacy isn’t anything like what she expected.

Warning: contains diapers, diaper usage, ABDL themes, and way undeserved public humiliation.

Published 2020-08-21 15:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-21 15:00:01 UTC

Princess Plaything

Gotta be professional.

Ember’s toes curled at the idea. She fought down the urge to vomit. Things like professionalism, diplomacy, and politics weren’t usually in the dragon lexicon. But then, neither was friendship, and she’d managed to pick that up without hurling.

It’s just this was so… different. There were actual stakes to what she was about to do. Ember clenched her scepter, unconsciously seeking the assurance of her status. She was the Dragon Lord.

Just… don’t offend their wimpy pony princesses and everything will be fine.

As Dragon Lord, she’d decided establishing some semblance of diplomacy with Equestria was needed. Her subjects had been… less than receptive to her idea. So the burden came to her to reach across the aisle and make contact with Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. She was determined to show them that friendship with ponies was possible.

And things had gone… well so far? The response from the Equestrian monarchs had been rather enthusiastic. At least, as enthusiastic as written words could make them sound. And they’d asked to see her as soon as possible too. Which was good, right?

She hoped so. She wasn’t just doing this to be nice; there were a lot of things she wanted out of this meeting. Old dragon lands she wanted returned, freedom to fly ancient migratory patterns once again, regardless of Pegasi weather schedules, and so much more. She planned to get some concessions from these Princesses… if they ever showed up.

Ember sighed. The wait was killing her. She stood waiting in the empty throne room of Canterlot castle. They’d be here soon. If all went well, they’d establish something resembling friendly relations by the end of the day. If not… it would probably because one side declared war on the other.

Ember took a deep breath. It wouldn’t actually come to that, right? Right. They’d be just fine. How hard could diplomatic talks with two pony princesses even be?

Ember wrapped a second, shaky, claw around her scepter. It was the symbol of her power, with it, she could bend dragons to her will. It had become a habit of hers to grip it tightly in times likes these. Right now, she was more nervous than she’d like to be. It’s been like, an hour. Where the heck are they?

A thunderous clap, as though the doors behind her had been bucked open. Ember flinched at the noise. Actually flinched! Realizing how hopelessly on edge she was, she took a deep breath. It had to be them.She turned to greet them, one royal to another.

“Oh. My. Goodness!” The blue one—Luna, right?—clasped her cheeks tightly with her hooves. “Tia, I didn’t realize she’d be so small!”

Ember almost lost her grip on the scepter. She just stared. Blankly.

What?

“What!” Ember clenched her fists, the thought slipping out far more angrily than she meant it to. Her wings flared in surprise.

But the pony princesses didn’t seem offended by her outburst. Quite the contrary in fact, as the taller one put a hoof over her maw and “d’aww”ed audibly. Very audibly.

Ember felt her face get a little redder. “Stop that!”

“It’s been so long since I’ve played with a cute dragon!” Luna squeed, clapping her hooves with delight.

“Played with…?” Ember narrowed her eyes. She tucked her wings back slightly.

“It’s been hundreds of years for me too, sister!” Celestia exclaimed. “Oh I wish you’d been here when Scales first came to Equestria. We had so much fun!”

“Fun…?” This was a diplomatic meeting… right?

“Tia!” Luna looked offended. “You got a new doll without me?”

“Doll?” Ember’s voice leapt to anger. So much so that fire built up in the back of her throat.

“Oh trust me, she wasn’t nearly as precious as our wittle Emby here.”

“Hey!” Ember shook the windows in their panes with her voice. Finally, both sisters seemed to acknowledge her presence. “Stop talking about me like I’m not even here. What’s all this crap about me being small and cute and…” And a doll?! She finished internally.

Her fire smoldered upon realizing who she’d just yelled at. But whether this was some strange pony custom or not, Ember felt like she deserved answers. And some respect. One didn’t call the Dragon Lord “Emby” and expect to get away with it.

Surprisingly, neither princess seemed offended with her. Infuriatingly, they weren’t intimidated either. Ember had no idea if that was a net positive or net negative.

She held her Scepter with both claws, puffing out her chest for all the authority it would give her. “Look, I don’t know what kind of weird pony thing you’re going on about, but I’m here for a diplomatic meeting. So can we just start—”

“I think Emby’s right, Luna.” Celestia finally met Ember’s eyes, her grin unsettling. “Let’s get started.”

The princess’s horn glowed, magic lifting Ember into the air.

“What the—?” She tried to move her arms, her wings, her tail, her… anything. But nothing responded. Celestia’s magic held her in a vice grip, tilting her at an angle to the ground, feet pointing to the princesses. “Put me down!”

Maybe it was Pony Opposite Day, because Celestia did nothing of the sort. Instead her magic poofed something into existence, just below Ember’s rear. A large, white square, that unfolded flap by flap to reveal its true form.

“A diaper?!” Ember squeak-screamed.

The only reply was giggling. Ember’s face looked up with blushing fury at the princesses. Taking her eyes off the diaper soon proved to be a fatal error.

It jumped up, latching onto her pelvis like a plush parasite. Padding met her inner thighs, her tail was pushed through a hole in the back, her gait spread apart, and tape smoothed itself down. A mere second was all it took for the diaper to conquer the Dragon Lord.

“What are you doing?” Ember tried furiously to kick, to force the crinkly garment off of her body. Nothing. “Get it off!”

“Sister!” Luna suddenly whined, pointing to the diaper. “Really?”

Thank you! It seemed one of them was on her side.

A pout soured Luna’s face. Her hoof drifted to point at the sun emblem emblazoned on the crotch of the diaper. Celestia’s Cutie Mark. “After all these years you’re still so selfish? I haven’t had a doll in centuries but you dress it in your diapers?”

Oh no. There went Ember’s hope.

“Luna, don’t be upset,” Celestia urged. She couldn’t cover a smug smirk. “We both know mine are cuter anyway.”

Luna stamped her hoof in protest. Suddenly, her own horn lit up. With a powerful POOF, Ember’s crotch was engulfed in smoke. She coughed, forced to wait for it to disperse. When it finally did, she wished it hadn’t.

A new diaper adorned her waist. Dark, dark blue, with a slicing crescent moon on the front. At first, Ember worried it was even puffier than the last, her gait now twice as wide as before. But she caught a hint of white padding just beneath it, and the true horror of her situation settled in.

She was double diapered.

Her face morphed into the dictionary definition of mortification. “Let me go this instant!” she screamed. Her muscles shrieked and threw themselves at Celestia’s magic. She actually managed to budge her way into some wiggle room, but that may have just been due to the Sun princess sparing an annoyed glance at her sister.

“Luna, don’t be like that. I’ve been without a doll myself for quite some time. And besides.” Another magical poof wrought untold horrors upon the dragon. A third diaper appeared around her waist. “You must admit, mine fit her… ‘sunny’ disposition.”

Ember had decided she would raze Equestria at this point. Fire, salt, blood, ash. There would be nothing left.

She’d taken three diapers now just to wind back up with the one she started on for pity’s sake! Her legs were so far apart now that she wouldn’t even be able to waddle like this, let alone walk. She’d be lucky to crawl like a hatchling at this rate.

But really, Ember might just take that compared to Celestia’s hold. Even though she found a way to squirm about, the feeling of powerlessness it gave her was almost as bad as the padding. Almost.

“But Tiaaaaa!” Luna’s Royal Canterlot Whine slipped out.

“Oh fine.” Celestia rolled her eyes playfully. “But if you get to choose her diaper, it’ll be my turn to pick out her outfit.”

Outfit? Ember rage quelled, however briefly. She hadn’t been thinking beyond the padding on her butt until just now. What other plans did these pony princesses have in store for her?

“That’s not fair!” Luna pouted.

“So you’ll let her wear my diaper then?”

Luna paused. A bright flash of light, and more smoke. Ember now wore a fourth, moon themed diaper.

“Are you kidding me?!”

Celestia bore the smirk of a victor. “I thought so.”

Her magic finally dropped Ember. The Dragon Lord landed smack on her rear, padding cushioning the fall. Red-faced, she kicked her legs until she could finally stand again.

Forced into a semi-split, she had to splay her wings and arms to avoid falling right back down. Her Scepter made all the difference, letting her stand shakily after putting her weight against it. Each little shift created a cascade of crinkling.

“What is wrong with you?!” Ember demanded of the princesses. “You can’t do this to me! What even… why a diaper?” They all crinkled in unison, as if to remind her that it was actually “diapers”, plural.

“Aww!” Luna's wings spread wide, sparkles in her eyes. “She’s so precious when she’s cranky!”

Ember’s blue scales were in danger of changing to a permanent red. “Stop talking to me like that!” Her rage almost had her fall forward, and she grabbed at her Scepter for support. “Errrgh! And I am not precious!”

Celestia trotted over, and Ember leaned away. In fear? That humiliated her more than the diapers. She shouldn’t be cowering from a pony!

Circling like a predator, Celestia inspected the dragoness. “Hmm… I think I’ve got the perfect dress for you!”

“Dress?” The word was like a scissor to the ear. Ember made a swipe at the princess, consequences be damned!

She fell face first on the floor to giggles.

Magic forced her upright again, Celestia holding the Dragon Lord’s arms skyward. With her legs splayed out, she stuck as a giant X of rage and padding.

Then Celestia got a look in her eye.

Her expression grew wide and giddy. She showed as many teeth looking at Ember as a dragon would looking at its horde. It actually forced Ember to gulp.

Light blinded her. A flash so fast it was over before she even closed her eyes.

She was almost scared to open them again. She could feel fabric against her scales. It was as snug as the diaper, and every bit as concerning. Curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked one eye open.

Hell stared back.

Celestia’s dress had been no mere threat. It engulfed Ember’s body, turning the form of the Dragon Lord into something dainty, demure.

Delicate.

It was snow white, fashioned after her tormentor’s coat, no doubt. The dress covered her chest and back, held at bay by bubble sleeves at her shoulders. The skirt was wide and poofy, at least hiding the diapers from her view. Thought definitely not from anyone else's. It stopped short of actually being useful. The rustling of silk underneath betrayed more than one petticoat.

Yellow bows dotted the hem, and matching frills poked out from underneath the lip of the skirt. Similar bows and frills were at her sleeves. A giant sash over her waist culminated in a truly massive bow on her back.

White opera gloves swallowed her arms passed the elbow. Thigh high stockings complimented them. They each had their own yellow ribbons, over the wrists and above the knees respectively. Ember could feel booties overtop the feet she couldn’t see.

But the worst was the giant, smiling sun graphic emblazoned on her chest. Like a signature from the princess herself.

Thousands of questions raced across Ember’s mind. The most infuriating one being “why”?

WHY?

Why do this to her? Surely the princesses knew this was a diplomatic meeting, right? They’d agreed to it! But there was nothing diplomatic about stuffing their guest in foalish clothing. They weren’t even addressing her like an equal! When they bothered to address her at all, that is.

A spark of light caught her attention. The other princess moved into view, holding something in her magic.

“I’m adding this!” Luna declared. Celestia just rolled her eyes as her sister looped something around Ember’s neck.

A collar, she realized. A thin, black band with a crescent moon tag. The kind of collar you’d give a pet!

Ember’s rage finally exploded. Against any better judgement that was left, she unhinged her jaw and spewed white hot flames. They engulfed Luna. Ember planned on barbequed alicorn tonight.

But when her fiery tantrum smoldered, she only got disappointment. Luna had produced a magic shield just in the nick of time, and was un-barbequed.

“She’s a feisty one,” Luna snickered to her sister. Now the fire was back on Ember’s cheeks.

“I’ll show you feisty!” She reached forward to slash at the Princess, but her wide stance tripped her up again. Ember’s face was reintroduced to the floor. It was not a happy reunion.

“ErrrrUUUUUAAAAAGGGGGHH!” She squirmed and flailed, wings flapping wildly to help push herself back up. In the end, magic did it for her once again.

This time Luna held the dragon up right, with a sneaky strap of aura clamping Ember’s maw shut. She took pride in that. Must’ve put some fear in this pony to make her do this, after all. But now she couldn’t even speak.

“Oh, Luna, don’t bother holding her mouth shut.” Celestia produced a small plastic device with her magic. A rubber bulb on one end, pink plastic guard on the other. Ember had never seen one before, but she knew about them. A pacifier.

“Mmmm! Mmm-mmm!” She renewed her struggles. They were not putting that thing in her mouth!

“She may just burn it, sister,” Luna warned. Her hold seemed to tighten around Ember’s snout.

“Nonsense. I made this pacifier special, just for her. Watch.”

“MMPH!” The rubber bulb of the pacifier shoved past Ember’s scaly lips. She had no warning, just a hoof pressing an infantile toy into her mouth. Her jaw clenched, fanged teeth aiming to shred the thing.

Celestia stepped back and nudged her sister. The spell around Ember’s mouth released. She could move again! In relief, she freely suckled on the pacifier, and then—

“Mmmph!” Ember blinked, finding her lips bobbing back and forth with the bulb, almost instinctively. Despite the fact that she’d never used a pacifier in all her years, here she was, suckling on it like it was second nature. “Mmm mm mmph!”

“Wow, she actually likes it!” Luna’s eyes sparkled with joy.

“MMMMMMMMPH!” Ember summoned her fire to incinerate the foalish device. Smoke puffed out of her nostrils, but that was it.

“Hardly,” Celestia chuckled. “But she’ll suckle it regardless. A special enchantment, you see.”

“Really? You must teach me these things, sister.”

“Oh just wait till you learn this one spell to—”

“Mrrph!” Ember demanded attention. Both sisters actually spared her a glance. With a blush, the diapered, dolled up, pacified dragon found she actually didn’t want eyes on her at all. “MMMPH!”

The sight of her sent them into a giggling fit. Luna’s hold on her even relaxed, letting her kick and flail uselessly.

“Aww, wittle Emby’s having a temper tantrum,” Celestia deduced.

“Hrrrf phmmph!” Ember suckled in protest, crossing her arms.

“I say we cheer her up, sister.” Luna’s smile looked almost villainous.

A shiver went down Ember’s spine. What could she expect next? More diapers? A bonnet? Whatever it was, she wasn’t having it. Grip tightening on her scepter, she swung wildly at the princesses.

They didn’t even need to duck at their distance, but Celestia still tsked anyway. “That’s no toy for a baby, Emby. Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Ember pulled the scepter in close to her body, both claws on it. They were not taking away the symbol of her status. Except, they didn’t need to.

In a flash, Celestia’s magic warped her scepter. It shrank and morphed, suddenly small and then. The blood red stone at the top became a harmless little ball that made a little noise with every movement.

A rattle. Ember was holding a rattle.

“MMMPH!” She blushed furiously in Celestia’s direction. She’d come off a lot more threatening without the outfit, but she hoped she got her point across.

Worthless, puny, ingrate! She cursed internally. Blinking, tears threatened. You’ll all burn for this!

Lost in her rage, Ember didn’t even notice the flash of light below her. It was only until she was lowered into what Luna had conjured that she deemed it worthy of consideration. And by the time she did, straps were already looping around her, locking her in place just as Luna’s magic finally wore off.

She was sitting in a stroller.

“Mmph!” She flailed frantically, shaking her rattle in the process. Her arms were pinned to her sides. Only her legs could thrash about, but even that small privilege was soon revoked.

Loops slipped over her bootie-d feet. Thin chains connected these new restraints to the legs of her stroller. When Ember tried to kick again, the limbs jolted to a stop. She could barely poke the tips of her booties into her line of sight. Tiny clinks of metal told her when she went too far.

So now on top of everything else, Ember was immobile.

That fact didn’t stop her from thrashing, flailing, writhing, and wriggling against the binds of the stroller. It just stopped that from mattering.

Chuckles from above her made her blush. All her struggling was just cute to the Princesses.

What’s going on? Ember’s rage lapsed for just a moment, but that clarity only gave way to confusion. Why are they doing this to me? This was supposed to be a diplomatic meeting!

Were they both willing to throw away peace with the dragons just to treat her like a toy?

Princess Luna suddenly came into view, booping Ember on the nose. The rage returned.

“Aww,” she gushed as the struggles renewed. “Such an overactive girl. Maybe we should make sure she’s all tuckered out before we put her down for bed tonight.”

“An excellent idea sister.”

Tonight? Ember screamed internally. “Mrrphmmr?” She tried to scream externally. Did they actually plan to keep her like this for that long?

Her brain was so stuck on that possibility, that she didn’t even consider what they meant by “tuckered out”. At least, not until the stroller started moving.

“To the park?” Princess Celestia recommended.

“The park sounds lovely,” Princess Luna concurred.

“The park it is, then.”

As the stroller picked up it’s pace, Ember’s pupils shrank. The blush finally gave way as her scales paled in fear.

Her private humiliation was about to become very, very public.

Ember had never heard ponies laugh before. She’d heard them scream, and cry, and gasp with fake heart attacks while they tried to play dead before her. But she’d never heard them laugh before.

She didn’t like the sound.

The Princesses hadn’t been joking with her. They marched the quadruple-diapered, prissy, babified dragon right out of the castle and into Canterlot.

Guards and castle staff had seen her first. And for the most part, they’d kept their composure in front of their bosses. But snickers had chased Ember through the hall of the castle, finally restoring color to her pale cheeks. A pinkish-red color, unfortunately.

The real torment began when they’d stepped outside. Canterlot was dense. The second most populous city in Equestria, if Ember’s brief research was to be believed. Several hundred thousand ponies took up residence under their rulers’ home. And it felt like every single one of them was watching her right now.

Surprise, first at seeing a dragon, then at seeing a dragon dressed like a baby, then at seeing a dragon dressed like a baby with the Princesses in tow. That was the pattern they’d all fallen under at first. But after casual waves and unconcerned posture from the ruler’s of Equestria, a general feeling of calm replaced the shock.

There was a dragon in Canterlot, one of the most fearsome and dangerous creatures on the plant. But it was no threat, their Princesses had seen to that.

And so the laughter had truly begun.

Ember’s eyes were glued to the ground before her, just past her bootie-d feet. The faces surrounding her on all sides could only be avoided this way. But the uproar could not.

Rancorous laughter shook the buildings of Canterlot. Ponies that had been hustling and bustling through their daily routines not minutes earlier had amassed into an amorphous blob known as a crowd. Their singular focus, the source of their hysterics and the target of them, was Ember.

The Princesses paraded her through the throng of ponies without hesitation. Bodies would move out of the street for them, but it only allowed more eyes on the poor, humiliated dragoness.

Left, right, in front, and thanks to Pegasi, even above her. The laughter surrounded her, choked her ears of any other sound that might’ve been present. But she did catch a few shouting:

“What a cute baby dragon!”

“She looks just like a doll!”

“How’s it feel, you scaley freak?”

“Guess dragons can’t be that scary if they aren’t even potty trained!”

She tried to lash out at that last one, but the stroller caught her and the laughter seemed to double. Ember squeezed her eyes shut, trying to curl up as small as she could in the stroller.

Her chest felt so tight and heavy, her stomach weak and nauseous. Her tail curled as if in pain.

Ember was so overwhelmed that for a moment, she lost control of herself. Just a few dribbles of hot pee escaped, meeting her first diaper.

She almost squeaked at the realization. She clenched her bladder back immediately, but the damage was done. There was a damp spot in her padding.

No one knew. No one could know. But Ember knew.

Her face was so hot from the blush, she was worried she might be reduced to a puddle. But the only real danger was making a puddle in her pampers.

She hadn’t even been aware of the need to go, so distracted by everything else. The cruel reminder pressed against her pelvis, and she shivered at the sensation of wet padding.

Princess Luna looped around to the front of the stroller. “Aww, what’s wrong baby? Are you hungie?”

“Mmmph!’ Ember whined. Just let me go! Haven’t you done enough already?

With a spark of magic, a large foal bottle appeared between the two of them. Ember squirmed against her binds again, for all the good it would do.

She felt magic pull away her pacifier. Her lips finally got a break from suckling so much. But before she could scream, breathe fire, or curse, the amber nipple of the bottle pushed its way into her mouth. “Mmmph!”

Magic allowed her gloved claws to slip from their restraints, forcing them to come up and hold the bottle in place. The rattle came with them, the former scepter now right in front of her face. Ember was certain the Princess could’ve just magicked the formula to her lips like she had the pacifier. Making her use her claws was little more than theater; entertainment for everyone else.

“Now enjoy your baba, sweetie.” Luna winked and moved away.

Phony “d’aww”s, unrestrained chuckles, and embarrassing jeers met Ember when Luna pulled back. She couldn’t rip the bottle from her lips to shout back. And worse, it seemed the curse that made her suckle on the pacifier applied to the bottle as well. In seconds, cold milk splashed into her mouth.

“Mmmph! Mm mm!” Ember whined, cheeks filling up with the stuff. There was no stopping it, and she was forced to take gulp after gulp to avoid drowning in formula.

And so, the humiliating stroll continued, Ember downing milk from her baba like it was going out of style.

Some ponies got bored, others lost their voice from laughing for so long, and still more found better things to do. But the horror of Canterlot was that there were always fresh eyes waiting down every corner. The crowd became a revolving door of faces, all tittering away at her predicament. The city seemed to roar in unison over her.

Ember shut her eyes again and kept them closed until the stroller finally came to a stop. She was sucking air from the bottle by then, stomach sloshing from all the milk. Trying to finally throw it out, Ember squirmed again. She sent her toy rattling, but not much else.

“We’re here sweetie.” Somehow she could hear Princess Celestia over the laughter.

Ember opened her eyes in time for the bottle to be taken away. She still couldn’t get a word in edgewise, the pacifier popping back between her lips with a smack. Suckling again, Ember found the motion was starting to feel natural. That scared her.

Even scarier was the park itself. The crowd had, admittedly, thinned somewhat. It was less an ocean of ponies looking to catch a glimpse of the humiliated dragon and more of an oversized sea. Better? Maybe. But not be enough to count. Ember was still a fiery red color, not a speck of blue on her face. If she was lucky, the ponies here would assume she was a red dragon, and won’t recognize her once she’s free and burning their city to the ground.

What was actually scary about the park was the playground. An assortment of swings and jungle gyms and all kinds of things meant for tots. Ember was far too big for all of it, yet she had a feeling they hadn’t stopped here so the Princesses could soak in the sun.

As if to confirm her fears, the restraints of the stroller disappeared in a puff of magic. Ember was free… from a certain point of view.

Aura shrouded her body the second the binds left. Ember couldn’t flee, fight, or move. Her body was subject to the whims of the Princesses, and they wanted her up and out of the stroller.

Ember levitated in full view of the crowd, showing them new angles to her humiliation. She desperately tried to hold the skirt of the dress down and cover the infinite pillowy padding below, but she was denied even that dignity. The crowd got to see the seat of her lunar diaper. From this height, she practically mooned them all with it.

“Wet me go!” Ember cried. She flinched, realizing she could speak again. Sort of.

“What’s that? Is my little hatchling wet?” Celestia cooed at her.

Ember’s blood ran cold. The only sensation she felt was the damp spot she’d made earlier. “N-No!”

“Over here, Tia,” Luna called, distracting from the dragness’s poor lie. She was already ahead of them, pointing to an empty sandbox. Ripples of giggles surged through the crowd.

“Uh-uh!” Ember whined. Celestia relaxed her hold on the dragon ever so slight, probably so she could watch Ember squirm. She levitated the glorified doll over the sand, letting her fall into the box.

Diaper crinkled beneath her, Ember’s butt making contact. Her gloved claws rushed to finally cover her face, on instinct. That got the crowd going again.

Ember genuinely didn’t know if she was suckling on her pacifier because of the magic, or out of need for the comfort. It was terrifying not to know which. She scrambled to her feet, gait wide and unbalanced. She belly flopped, getting sand all over her pristine dress. Laughter.

Refusing to acknowledge it, Ember pushed herself up onto all fours. She’d gallop out of here like a pony if that saved her. But between all the diapers, the best she could do was crawl. And she did so as fast as she could.

The laughter that caused stung. At least everything before this had been forced upon her. But the Dragon Lord being reduced to crawling to escape? That really struck her.

And it was all for naught, too. Aura enveloped her inches away from the box’s edge. She was back in the center of the sand in seconds, all that debasing work wasted.

But Ember tried again. She had to escape. She couldn’t give up.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Celestia tsked at her. Ember came back to the sandbox again.

And again.

And again.

Her vain struggles amused the ponies around her. Park dwellers joined their numbers. There was always somepony seeing her for the first time, laughing harder and louder than the rest.

Ember squeezed her eyes shut. “Jus’ stoppit!” She cried, crawling away again.

Magic grabbed her by the tail, lifting her up by just the one limb this time. Held upside, Ember could see behind her. Celestia’s annoyed glare made her gut drop.

“Now Emby, you’re not being a very good hatchling, are you?”

“Uh oh, Mommy’s mad!” One voice dared to shout.

Ember couldn’t even glare at him properly, levitating straight to Celestia. “Lemme go! Woo mowonic pony pwincess!” Her insults held no venom thanks to the lisp her pacifier gave her.

She found herself draped across the Princess’s lap. Magic lifted her tail, but a hoof from the Princess is what pinned Ember in place. She looked back, eyes widening as the alicorn raised her white hoof to the sky, blocking out the sun.

“No!” Ember squirmed, kicked. “NO!”

The hoof came down, smacking her rear. Through four layers of padding, Ember felt nothing. Nothing but immense shame.

“Bad hatchling,” Celestia scolded, delivering another spanking. “Very bad girl.”

“No! ‘thoppit!” Ember whined. Tears finally threatened in her eyes, and she couldn’t avoid looking at the crowd around them.

They were definitely enjoying the show. Few sights could compare to that of a prissy, padded, pacified dragon getting spanked like she was a naughty toddler.

“Lemme go!” Ember scream-suckled. But Celestia’s humiliating spanks didn’t let up. Ember’s ears filled with crinkles to join the laughter. The padding of her rear reminded her with each smack just how devastatingly embarrassing this all was.

Ember finally sniffled, but she held the tears at bay. Celestia eventually finished spanking her, and there was applause. Ponies stomped their hooves in joy at what they’d just witnessed. The naughty girl had been put in her place.

Suitably chastened, the dragon doll was lifted from Celetia’s lap and returned to the sandbox. The only thing that stung was her pride, what little she had left of it. But that was enough to convince Ember that she couldn’t crawl to freedom.

She crossed her arms, still defiant about actually playing in her current predicament. Unfortunately her pout drew “awws” both real and mocking from the crowd. Her blushing face was steaming the air.

“Oh, come on now, Emby.” Luna’s magic scooped up an abandoned pail and plastic shovel. “Be a good girl and play.”

“Hmmph!” Ember suckled with anger, turning her head away.

“Aww, you can do it sweetie. Like this!”

Ember’s eyes popped open at a new sensation. “Hey!”

Whipping her head around, she saw the Princess’s magic pulling back her diaper’s waistbands. All four layers of poof opened up, ever so slightly. Ember’s backside felt the air again for the first time in… too long.

Then Luna made the shovel scoop up a load of sand. Ember’s eye’s popped again. “Don’ woo dawe!”

It was too late. Giggling maniacally, Luna dropped the shovel-full of sand down Ember’s diapers. The waistbands were released, snapping back into place. Sunbaked sand spilled down Ember’s diaper. It brought warmth as the grains tumbled down into the seat of her padding. But it was also coarse, and rough, and irritating. And worse yet, it got everywhere.

Ember swiped at Luna, as though the rattle in her claw was actually a mace. But she whiffed, the princess way outside her range. The force from her attempted blow titled her back, and her padding’s poor balance did the rest.

Ember ended up face first in the sand, laughter following her all the way down. She screamed into her pacifier. One of the princesses seemed to re-enchanted it, because she could no longer shout curses through it. Stuck with muffled cries and groans, Ember resorted to kicking and punching at the sand.

“Aww, now why’s our dolly throwing a temper tantrum?” Luna pondered out loud.

“Perhaps she has to go to the bathroom, sister,” Celestia interjected.

“That would explain how cranky she’s gotten.”

“MMPH?!” Ember’s head jumped up from the ground.

“That reminds me, that other spell I wanted to show you…” Celestia’s horn began glowing.

And Ember’s stomach began gurgling.

No! She doubled over, clutching her stomach. She realized what that spell was doing to her immediately, but that didn’t help her fight it.

Don’t…!

Her butt raised into the air almost automatically. It didn’t help that one of the Princesses used her magic to hoist Ember’s tail into the air, giving her audience the best view possible.

“Mmmph!” She whined. Ember squeezed her eyes shut… and pooped herself.

The sound was so loud she was certain it was magically enhanced. Her only solace from it was that it at least covered up the noise from the crowd.

A mushy log pushed its way into her sandy diaper. No matter how hard she tried to fight it off, it slapped against her padding in seconds.

Before it could even take the time to settle, Ember’s gut hurtled again. Another one slipped out, squishing into the first and forcing the compressed padding to swell up against the second diaper.

She wished she could say that it ended there.

For what felt like hours, Ember had her rear hiked to the sky. Noisy, wet farts accompanied her not-so accidental accident. Log after log of mess plagued her. The mush mixed with itself, with the sand, and scoured her backside for new space. She was certain her first diaper was stained brown. It grew so loaded that even the three outer diapers weren’t enough to stop the padding from sagging. And once that bulge was visible, the crowd really cranked up the volume.

Guttural screams of disgust, mocking jeers, taunts, and jests hit her ears. Ember finally covered her pink face in shame. Even her horns sported the color now.

When the mudslide finally subsided, the magic let her tail go. She wasn’t ready for it, and the limb flopped down, smacking the bulge in her padding with a squelch. It sent a shiver through her whole body.

Lifting her head, Ember found she could no longer fight back the urge to cry. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. The practically boiled from the heat of her blush. Sniffling to herself, Ember bit down on her pacifier. She couldn’t stop herself from suckling on the device, but she wasn’t trying to. She just wanted a distraction from what was happening to her.

A hoof booped her snout, Princess Celestia smiling down at her. “Silly dolly,” she cooed. “It’s a sandbox, not a litter box.”

Ember had reached maximum blush. Even though that comment should have made her redder, she just couldn’t do it.

“Why don’t we try out something else,” the Princess of the Sun suggested. Tapping her chin, she looked around the park. Then… “Aha!”

Ember found herself back in the air. But the magic this time kept her limbs free. It wasn’t a small mercy, however. As Ember tried to cover her diaper with her dress’s skirt, she only drew new hollars from the crowd. At least it was starting to thin out, many having reached their limit as the stench from her pamps reached their noses. Ember gagged at the odor. Dragon feces could make most animals pass out from just one whiff, and now a steaming pile of it was stuck around her butt.

Looking away from it, Ember’s eyes only shrank as she saw Celestia’s target. A group of spring riders by the playground equipment, shaped like all sorts of animals and just waiting for someone to come ride them.

Squirming weakly, Ember begged for that someone to not be her. But Celestia plopped her right down on the back of one shaped like a griffin. It bounced under her weight, squishing her messy, sandy pamps back into her.

New tears flowed, and Ember whined into her pacifier. But her claws were forced forward to grab the handlebars. What remained of the crowd still jeered her way, and both Princesses were snickering to themselves. No one was going to save her from this ride.

Ember was barely awake as her stroller was pushed back into the throne room. Luna had raised the moon, but there was still hardly any light spilling through the stained glass windows. And beyond just that, Ember was exhausted.

Between the see-saw, the jungle gym, and the roundabout, just to name a few, she was completely drained. And the emotional beating she’d taken throughout the day only doubled that feeling.

Her stinky mess was still wrapped around her flanks, unchanged since her accident in the sandbox. As Celestia had teased, she wasn’t going to get a change until she’d used all of her diapers.

Between the cold mush and the sand, it was horribly itchy. Ember was certain a rash was forming, and that shouldn’t even be possible with her scales!

Her sore lips suckled at her pacifier still, unable to get a moment’s rest. But her eyelids drooped, as if weighed down by bricks.

“Now then.” Princess Celestia came into view. Ember didn’t have the energy to lash out at her. She just whined into the paci pathetically. “I do believe we have some business to attend to, right, dearie?”

“Something about a diplomatic meeting, if I remember correctly,” Luna concurred.

“Yes, exactly.” Celestia gave Ember’s snout a boop again. “We have some things we’d like your dragons to stop doing, Emby. Covering villages with smoke while you nap, stealing valuables, burning down homes… you know.”

Ember weakly nodded. Dragons were known for such things. She’d even been guilty of stuff like that in the past herself.

“Well, I’ll happily turn your little rattle hear back into that scepter of yours. If you agree to give them a command to stop all that nonsense.” Celestia poked the rattle, eliciting a noise from the foalish toy.

“Mmm! Mmmhmm!” Ember nodded again. Anything to get her scepter back. Anything to make this miserable day end!

“I don’t know, Tia. You’re giving up our new doll so soon?” Luna pouted. “I was hoping for a few more weeks with her.”

“MMMM-MMM! MRRPH! PHPHRRM!” Ember pleaded with her eyes, struggling to get out of the stroller. Luna’s jovial tone didn’t matter, Ember wasn’t going to risk it.

“Alright, alright.” Celestia chuckled. “Why don’t you take a nap, baby girl.”

A sleep spell sparked from her horn. It didn’t have to try very hard to knock Ember out. She was already halfway there. Ember drifted off to the smiling faces of two princesses who knew they’d one.

“D’aww,” Luna whispered at the slumbering dragon. “I wish we could keep her longer.”

“Negotiations were a tad… short,” Celestia admitted reluctantly. She sat down, magic undoing the straps of the stroller. Ember started to slide out, but aura caught her, and levitated her over to Celstia’s lap. “The prideful ones always break the quickest.”

“I do appreciate it whenever the new Dragon Lord is so small and cute.” Luna giggled into her hoof, before fluffing the skirt of Ember’s dress. “Makes our job so much easier.”

“Indeed.” Celestia gave the fearsome Dragon Lord a pat on her dirty diaper. Ember moaned unpleasantly from dreamland. “I know Twilight promised us this one was different, but I hate taking chances. And besides, it really has been so long since I’ve had a proper doll.”

“You?” Luna plopped down next to her sister. Her magic pulled Ember into her own lap for some cuddles. “What about me? I’ve been marooned on the moon for a millennium. Cutie pies like this one aren’t exactly plentiful up there.”

Celestia stuck out her tongue. “Fine, then you can change her diapers before putting her down for the night.”

“Wha--” Luna frowned, realizing she’d walked into that one. “Fine. But then you have to visit every last pony who saw her tonight and make sure they forget today.”

“Uggh…” Celestia rolled her eyes. Such nonsense busywork… but they’d agreed to it beforehand. They didn’t want word of today’s escapades to make it back to Twilight. They both figured she would be against such diplomatic tactics. Even for dragons.

Besides, the only creature who needed to remember today was Ember. And they’d seen to it that it was burned into her memory. There was no chance she’d tried to wiggle her way out of their requests, knowing what the alternative could be for her.

With a sigh, Celestia stood up. “Guess I have some work to do.”

“Ha!” Luna chuckled after her sister.

“Make sure you actually give her a change!” Celestia fired back as she began to walk away. “I don’t want the throne room smelling like dirty dragon diapers when I get back.”

“Aww,” Luna whispered under her breath. She gave the dragoness in her forelegs a pat. “I don’t know, I think you could learn to like waking up to dirty diapees. Maybe we can try that out on your next visit.”

Ember mumbled incoherently into her pacifier. Probably a scathing rebuttal, but Luna would never know for sure. She giggled.

Ember may hate it now, but all their dolls eventually warmed up to this. Often they didn’t have much of a choice. One couldn’t avoid future audiences with the Diarchy, after all. And Luna was already planning out their next diplomatic meeting in her head. It was sure to double the fun of this one… for her at least. As for Ember, well…

Luna certainly hoped she was one of the dolls that warmed up to her new fate sooner, rather than later.