Author's Note
I have returned!
Just inspired by... various things, that floated about and came my way.
Chapter 1- The Morning
With a sharp pain in her head and feeling her entire body aching, Sunny groaned as she fluttered her eyelids open. The last thing she remembered doing was lying on the cot in the precinct's “transferal cell” after a long day that began with her being x-rayed and having her cavities inspected– as per usual– and ended with a questionnaire of psychology and being given a small, damp cell to stay in for the night.
Around her, the room looked quite different from what she remembered it looking like: for one, it wasn’t bare concrete anymore, but a sort of cutesy wallpaper, featuring cartoon clouds and massive butterflies of all colors scattered all around, with the ceiling cream white and a sun lamp hanging above. For two, she wasn’t laying on a cot anymore, but somewhere much more soft and warm, and, looking down, she realized she had a candy pink blanked placed on top of her, she still had no pillow, and that she was wearing a blue article of clothing. Made curious by the overall situation, she pulled away the blanked, and saw she was wearing a sort of onesiee that had a bulging front. A poke was all that was needed to confirm that, yes, it was a diaper, given the crinkly sound and the small cloud of powder that had come out of the sides.
“What? Why a diaper and onesie?” she muttered to herself as she kept looking around herself, feeling oddly warm in this situation “Is this what passes as uniform nowadays in jails?”
She saw a sort of booklet hanging by a small-link chain by a hidden hook in the ceiling, a foal-sized nightstand, an armored door that was poorly concealed by the paint, and not much else. Overall, it felt like the “cell” (sort of a misnomer, as it was just a little smaller than Sunny’s real bedroom) was quite over sized, compared to the actual amount of furniture present and the context.
“No toilet? Are they...” she looked at her bugling hips, then at the room, then back at her diaper, and finally, it clicked. “Oh no...”
She felt shivers go down her spine, not liking the prospect of having to do it for however long the judge mandated her to stay in there– and, however long the detention was going to be, its length was probably too much for what she had done– and not entirely sure what to do to rebel against it at that point… until she saw the booklet.
“Maybe it’s a load-bearing hook, and I’ll send this whole thing crumbling if I pull it!” she said confidently, as she got up, walked very awkwardly to the booklet, and tried to jump to catch it, only to fail and fall flat on her butt, an operation that produced a strong “thump” sound and another cloud of powder.
“Ah, looks like little miss Sunny over here has woken up before she was meant to,” the tinny voice of a stallion echoed in the room. Sunny jumped up but saw neither a stallion nor an interphone around.
“One, who are you? Two, take me out of this stupid outfit, I’m not going to use my diaper just because some white-wigged pony told me to,” she tried to sound as tough as possible as she glared icy glares all around the walls, sure that at least one was going to hit the target.
“Ohohoh, we woke up feisty today!” he chortled “No, I don’t think I will. But I, as a coordinator, definitely can make it even worse for you, because if harshness hasn’t worked to bend you, maybe embarrassment will! So, what will it be today: obey and keep your self-image as this tough-as-nails young mare who shouts pro-intermingling slogans and kicks security guards in the muzzle; or you get dolled up beyond your imagination and be used as a demonstration for the many, many reformative activities planned for the other interned, up and including community service in uniform and accessories?”
Sunny massaged her chin with her left hoof pensively. On the one hoof, she had a reputation to uphold, even if appearances in that place could fool others in thinking she was a pretty and soft little princess; on the other hoof, even if it went against the spirit of her being, perhaps the amount of embarrassment coming from being forced to prance around town, or even just in the mess hall between others, no matter how padded or ridiculously-dressed others also were, would shrink her to the size of a gnat and swept away by any wind merciful enough to pick her up.
In the end, she gulped. She didn’t like to do it, but she really didn’t want to die, neither physically nor psychologically, and she had no real idea on what expected her, beyond the crushing boredom other reformation centers offered with all their (failed) attempts to change their detainees.
“I will obey… sir,” she said while getting up. “So, what do you want me to do now?”
“I will now unlock the door to your personalized full-body check station, go through it and you will be greeted by your wardens,” he said in a deadpan tone. “You will learn of your new routine as it goes on. I would not want you to be too prepared for it.”
A sense of pure smugness seeped from his words. She groaned and rolled her eyes, muttering, “Adults...” as she watched the armored door slide down to reveal a shiny aquamarine structure that had hoof restraints on the floor and several strange contraptions around it all.
Sighing once more, and knowing well what the restraints likely meant, she trotted forward and placed her hooves right into the restraints, which clicked into place and locked her into place. Sunny tried to fight them a little, but she knew it was pointless and more meant to keep her spirits up than anything else. A white-ish glow enveloped her dock and went up and down her body a few times with a strangely ominous hum. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a screen dropped slowly in front of her, and it was cycling at an insanely rapid pace through several images, before settling onto a splash screen that read “Sunny Starscout; Age 22; Well-Being Check Number: 1” coupled with her mugshot and a sketch of her cutie mark. With a star-shaped transition that made her smirk due to its incongruity, it was replaced by her dental panoramic on the left and a long list of gibberish-sounding technical terms on the right, of which she only understood “Phase 1: Mouth&Pacifier”.
A mechanical arm came from below and forced her jaw. She jerked around in surprise, but it was no avail, as her mouth was forced wide, and a pacifier with a strangely-shaped rubber nipple was first set on her tongue, and then connected to a plastic chain clip attached to her onesie's neck. The arm then delicately forced Sunny’s mouth close into the pacifier, thus forcing her to suckle on it a couple of times, making her face flush briefly and whine softly.
The screen was soon replaced by another one, reading “Phase 2: Diaper Check”.
Sunny closed her eyes and steeled herself for something to drop down and hit her padded rear, but, when she only heard a whir, she couldn’t help but open her eyes and look back, where she saw an arm with a light source projecting a red grid on her rear end, a grid that turned green with a loud “ping” sound as it retreated without any seeming incident.
“Good job Sunny! You’ve had a dry night!” the screen read, suddenly turning all colorful and lively, as virtual confetti fell down and as one part of the screen showed a calendar spreadsheet where one of the spots had been occupied by a smiling sun giving a thumbs-up. Sunny grimaced behind her pacifier and grumbled, not even paying attention to the moist sensation she was feeling on her left uncovered flank, or the soon-followed mild pinching feeling, which she dismissed as just a bout of itching.
The screen soon reverted to its usual drab color scheme, and this time it was named “Phase 3: Assessing Weights.”
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but shrugged, as the only thing she noticed was the floor suddenly dropping down by a few centimeters as a number rose on part of the screen, while the other part remained empty. But, before she could comment on the inefficient use of space, she saw that now it was showing a supine X-ray of herself that highlighted her bladder and her colon, with numerical labels applied next to them. She blushed and looked away, not really wanting to know.
The screen thankfully moved away soon after: it was replaced by “Phase 4: Manipulability”, and it showed a rotating brain, but it was only labeled by question marks and was soon gone.
Before she could even ask herself what that was about, she felt a strong poke on her butt, who made her jump in position and look behind her, only to see that her one sie's rear had been stamped with a little sign. She turned her eyes back at the screen, who helpfully allowed her to take a look at her padded, onesie-clad rump now being marked with a black stamp showing a pacifier and a one crossing it.
“Ugh, so… already embarrassing.” she muttered.
The restraints undid themselves, as pretty much everything around her retreated inwards, and let her look into the corridor, where two mares, with identical caramel-colored coat and steel gray manes gathered in two buns, differentiated only by their clothing: the one with a striped pink and white scrub looked at her with a wide, unnerving, full-toothed grin; the other with a long work dress colored like sugar paper was leading a pair of other teen mares with an identical uniform to Sunny’s out of the checking box and down the corridor, to parts unknown.
“Good morning sweetie pie,” one of them said, her tone saccharine to the point of inducing cavities. “Did you have a good sleep?”
Sunny grumbled behind her pacifier and said lisping “Oh, yeah, I’m feeling just amazing, I’ve woken up in this crazy place, put in a stupid-ass uniform, went through some weird contraption and now I’m talking to a mare who looks like the fusion between a shark and a pony.”
The nurse’s eyebrows furrowed, but soon after she closed her eyes and, barely changing her smile, she got closer to Sunny and patted her head.
“I’m sure you will change your mind soon, sweetie pie,” she said, her tone just barely showing a hint of contempt.
“Don’t call me ‘sweetie pie’, do I look like a baked good to you?” Sunny snarled and blushed as she moved her head away from the nurse’s soft touch on her mane.
The nurse put a hoof in front of her mouth as she chuckled in a somewhat restrained manner. Meanwhile the other nurse had finally come back from her escort mission.
“Maybe I could call you ‘pumpkin’, or ‘cutiepants’, or maybe ‘precious’, or...”
“She ain’t listening and she’s late for the morning meeting,” the other nurse said, as she grabbed Sunny by the one sie's chest “you can go find the best embarrassing nickname later Mou.”
“Oh Toffee, you’re always so helpful with little ones!” Mou chirped as she watched Sunny being dragged away.
For her part, she tried her hardest to plant her hooves on the pavement and resist the dragging, but, alas, the floor was too smooth for her to even try to even properly stand, and her limbs’ junctures ached way too much for her to actually fight back, not that it deterred her for long, as she merely stopped every few seconds to hiss and whine in pain before taking a deep breath and trying again and again, always failing, and soon her hooves felt like they were catching fire for all the rubbing and friction she was subjecting herself to.
Such was her struggle, she couldn’t even register her being first pulled to the side and then shoved through two sets of massive and colorful plastic rope doors, which made her pained hooves go from the burning of the corridor to the soft coolness of a fiber-like pavement of many colors and shape. Sunny turned around, but by then a yellow shutter had been slammed down in front of the rope door, trapping her inside. She sighed and looked around, and saw a sea of blue onesiess, all stamped in various ways, and a podium that was still empty. Figuring that she had some time to kill, and seeing that everyone was chattering their hearts out anyways, noticing she was placed right behind a pony with leaf green coast and ash yellow tail and mane, their onesie stamped in various ways five times, she spat out her pacifier and decided to give it a light poke to that padded rear, producing a muffled crinkle that way.
“Hey there, random pony with many stamps.”
A young earth pony mare, looking no older than Sunny, turned her head around.
“Oh! Hi, you must be new here,” she said with a somewhat shrill voice “If you’re asking me survival tips and whatnot, sorry, I can’t help you, I’ve been here for four days tops.”
Sunny shrugged and said, “That’s okay, I just wanna know other inmates, if I gotta stay here for who knows how long, might as well make some friends.”
“Well, then, name’s Pin Pointer, I’m sixteen and I’ve gotten here for shoplifting too much,” she said while turning around “what’s your name?”
“My name is Sunny Starscout, nice to meet you Pointer,” she smiled at her and extended her hoof forward “I’ve gotten in here for saying that unicorns might not be very dangerous actually, burning some trashcans and fighting cops, then not changing my mind after a few stints in juvvy and in the true slammer.”
“Wow that… is really something, I’ll give you that alright,” Pointer said while looking away uncomfortably “I guess they couldn’t break you there, and gave up.”
“Or maybe this is just a way to make me bend,” Sunny answered as she glanced at the other ponies in the line.
“Wouldn’t be shocked, at all.”
“By the way, do you know anypony else in here?” she asked to Fixed while making a sweeping gesture towards the rest of the settling crowd.
“My real-life friends Faucetetia Brass and Must Sawdust are in here too, got dragged in here just yesterday,” she spoke with some urgency in her words “but I don’t know where they are, and we should really be silent now, the warden is about to get on that podium.”
Sunny placed a hoof on her mouth and nodded, as she looked at everyone else sit down– which produced a thin chalky mist accompanied by crinkling wafting in the air– and followed their lead.
In spite of the sea of manes and equal onesies that blocked most of her line of sight, Sunny could see the warden very well. Better yet, she could see his wide-brimmed striped black-and-white hat with four dangling shiny coins waving as he moved past the first line of imprisoned ponies with what seemed to be a strut as proud as a peacock’s, certainly helped by the fact he was being escorted by two burly bodyguards in protective gear. When he stepped on the podium, he revealed himself to be a fairly stocky stallion himself, his coat sandstone-colored and with a short (and stringy) dark brown skunk-striped mane and tail. Sniffling with a deep pitch, he gave Sunny the impression that, beneath his hat’s shadow, he was looking at the many ponies before him in a haughty and self-satisfied manner while he was waiting for the bodyguards to take their spots, and this impression wasn’t helped by his expression not changing much– thought she wasn’t sure whether he actually was looking stoic or if she was just too far away to catch any change from sneering to a neutral expression– and by the fact he was clearly pushing his chest out to give prominence to his white double sashes. There was a galloping sound coming from the same row, but Sunny couldn’t tell who was running so loudly in such a situation, beyond being pretty sure it couldn’t have been an inmate.
“I, your warden Mental Mastiff, wish you a good morning. The Hipponad willing, this week has not seen any of you engage in deviant actions, so you will be finally be allowed to consume solid breakfast as a baseline, rather than as privilege once more, and return-to-cell checks shall become random again,” he said, his tone authoritative and his voice booming, making some in the rows cower “with the announcements out of the way, let’s read out the group tasks for the day.”
A rust red stallion in a black coat carried a dossier folder in his mouth, dropping it at Mastiff’s side, opened it, and then passed the first sheet with his hooves, which Mastiff took with a nod and put it on the fold-up stand.
“Ailing Keller, Album Alice, Cough Candy, Hazard Custa and Mirror Plateada shall be made to parade through the nearby town’s streets in punishment attire, as part of their final day of punishments; Decadent Molly, Azalea Demeter, Fresh Jasmine, Heart Bleeding, Hibiscus Joe, Incense Megan, Olive Paneusa, Papaya Shontecia, Rosa Rose, Scentfollower Fatima, Soapmaker April, and Vanil Oqila shall be assigned to the laundry services room for the entirety of the day; Electrical Quickflash, Elementary Necessity, Humblebrag Marama, Mindaltering Thellike, Mumpscuring Felicity, Raqsga Anora, Piepleading Pearl, Rotisserie Edgy, Sassy Sabrina, and Telluric Thalia will be involved in the workshop this morning and follow the reformative plus educational program this afternoon; Almstealer Poleis, Bandbeat Lemno, Bluegrass Eudosia, Drummarch Shirley, Herbmixing Iphine, Jaunty Chioniore, and Maltcleaning Elare shall be placed in the reformative plus educational program in the morning and work in the workshop in the afternoon; Alienating Ghinza, Brookblocker Megan, Bodyblocker Yunia...”
Sunny’s mind checked out at this point, her mind busier in looking at random spots in the room, from the ceiling to the sides, and the realization she really had to go to the bathroom at that exact point.
“Well, had to happen at some point I guess,” she muttered to herself bitterly as she looked down at the floor’s random patterns “I wish I could hold it for months and months, it’d be an amazing skill, but then again, it’s not like I ever thought this place was a thing to begin with.”
Sunny shifted on her seat while pressure mounted in her lower body, the padding massaging her rump and lower parts, almost to ensure she couldn’t forget that she was wearing it, which certain didn’t help matters. She was tempted to do the tried-and-true method of pressing against her crotch to keep her urine at bay, but the fact that it only made the fluffy diaper press against her sensitive (and sensitized) bits, thus almost inviting her to get on with it, caused her to back away every time, and the large amount of ponies dressed much like her did not make for an encouraging sight.
“Everypony has one on here, why do I care?” she said to herself, her sight fixed on the ceiling’s support beams from where the neon lights dangled like wind chimes “But if I use it, I’d be just like everyone else, and that’s no fun nor cool.”
She looked away at the sides, where the walls were painted with light pink and reddish white stripes that seemed to bleed into each other haphzardly, and where a few nurses were on standby and monitoring the situation, standing next to the side doors like guardian statues.
“Of course it won’t, but, then again, what’s your plan, burst your bladder in trying to keep it inside?” she sighed. “Maybe I could do that, it’d land me in the hospital and out of here.”
Sunny bit her lip, as she felt her whole lower torso hurt and spasm, her urethra feeling pins and needles, with her legs unthinkingly crossing each other to help out– albeit without much success due to the soft bulk that had been placed on Sunny’s crotch– in keeping the urine in and her pride alive, contrasting with her equally powerful need to relieve herself and use her outward nonchalance to avoid shame and embarrassment instead. She nipped on her lip and rocked back and forth, crinkling constantly while being uncertain on where to put her front hooves and how to use them in such a situation, whether as blocker or as a distraction from both the urge and the warden’s crushingly boring reading.
“As for Blisstate Maya, Briarwood Sylvia, Callous Beancounter, Friendly Flan, Starscout Sunny–“Mastiff kept on droning on, but for Sunny it was unexpected enough to make her jump a little and forget about holding her pee in “and Townshocker, as the newest prisoners, shall be brought to the educational facilities to attend the mandatory preparatory lessons.”
Sunny felt herself warmer, but a quick poke to her diaper’s front– much to her relief– confirmed that she was overall still pretty dry, with only a few drops going loose, if with her bladder still aching in need. She sighed at the close shave, only to feel her one sie's neck scruff being lifted up and forcing her to stand up and making her gasp and choke a little.
“Get up little one, it’s time for your morning class.” Toffee said sternly as she got in front of Sunny and pointed to a short line of inmates waddling and wobbling while trying to stay up by leaning on each other closely. Sunny mumbled a curse under her breath as she walked up to the group. She opened her mouth, but before she could even say, “Hi” Toffee had already overtaken her and gestured to follow her towards a door, which the other ponies complied with immediately, while Sunny had to be persuaded by peeking behind her and seeing two guards pushing reluctant ponies into the doors.
As adrenaline and confusion wore off, she realized that something in her step felt quite weird and unusual, something that pushed against her and made her step more uncertain, something warm that clung to her marehood.
“Ugh, what’s going on now?” she muttered to herself as she felt the warmth pressing against her as she followed her fellow inmates with an altered step into a corridor decorated with rainbow stripes and lit by blue lights.
It finally clicked.
The shock and confusion had made her wet herself by accident.
Sunny froze for a few seconds, eyes wide open and mouth hanging open, blushing bright red while the news sank in her. She started to walk again only when Toffee, who was closing the line, shoved her forward, making her squish and stumble forward, whining softly at it; the sensation– and thus the shame– only getting worse at every step she took, feeling herself trickle in her diaper, undesired relief washing upon her and her lower abdomen. The stream felt like it could never end, just as the corridor did, and quite soon enough, her urine had turned her rump from a padded but still dignified and round sight, into a massive and droopy thing that made walking even more difficult and distracted her in ways she didn’t like to think too hard about in that exact moment.
After a walk that felt it had lasted forever, the leading nurse turned to the left, and so did the column of ponies and, by extension, Sunny, who found herself hushed into a large room, which to Sunny’s eyes looked like a mix between a regular classroom and a preschool’s playroom, what with all the colors being pastel bright, including for the otherwise stern-looking desks, a blackboard decorated with paper-mâché cartoon animals and overly colorful masks with wild expressions, and two twine baskets filled to the brim with toys, among other things.
Once she reached the main desk in front of the blackboard, the leading nurse turned around, her wrinkly pearl-colored face contorted to show a massive grin, and gestured for everyone to take a seat. While most of her class did so without question, though with their heads bowed, Sunny, knowing her status, decided to try to stall it by shuffling towards the farthest desk possible from her position, but no matter how carefully and slowly she moved, the diaper was crinkling and softly plopping at every hip shake she made, with the padding battering against some pretty delicate areas, and she couldn’t help but feel flustered and let out a whimper every once in a while, not helped by the awkward silence that would’ve filled the room without her rear’s noises otherwise.
“Do you need some help getting to your seat, cute one?” the nurse at the head desk said in a twee tone “You look like you haven’t learned how to trot yet.”
“No, I can trot perfectly well, I just don’t like to...” she said, still shuffling along the floor in the attempt to not make her saggy diaper bump against her too much, grimacing and not feeling ready to say what exactly she wanted to avoid “Ick.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can trot really well, but I’m sure you can go faster if only you let your dear old Purity help you out,” the nurse moved away from the head desk and Sunny took the split-second decision to not let her approach and instead speed up to get to the first desk available on her own. She nudged away the desk’s stool and, taking a deep breath, she sat down on it.
The sodden padding squished loudly and clearly, spreading itself to equally poke out of the onesie's sides and to envelop all of Sunny’s more intimate places, even peeking into her butt and labia a little bit. The sensation was warm and new, to say the least, and the fact she perfectly knew how it happened caused her whole face to flush and to try and not look at the nurse in the eyes too hard, doubly so because she wasn’t sure whether be disgusted by the fact she was effectively sitting in her own pee or be embarrassed by the fact part of her was sort of enjoying it way more than she was probably intended– or indeed wanted– to.
“Oh! So that’s why you didn’t want to trot, your diapee was quite wet!” Purity said cheerily “It’s okay sweetie, everypony has accidents sometimes, you’re still a big filly that still had to learn how to go to the potty. I’ll give you to Mr.Friendlyface for a change after class, I promise.”
Had she been capable of magic, Sunny would have cast a spell to open up the ground and swallow her whole like a baby carrot. Alas, she didn’t have that power: the closest thing she could do, much to the same effect, was to groan and blush and slam her head onto the desk’s surface.
“Anyway, welcome to your first class in Mister Mastiff’s Good Foals Classes! I’m Lily Purity, but you can call me Puwity, Pui-pui, Lilypu, or Lili; I’ll be your Good Manners, Counting, Real Storytime, and Place-Looking teacher for the duration in this wonderful program,” Purity spoke with a somewhat forced foreign accent that Sunny couldn’t place, besides being from beyond the Serenity Sea, her guesses being either Prench or Coltalian “Before we start with our first actual lesson, as much as I know you find them as yucky as boiled broccoli, I must give you some rules.”
She then picked up a piece of chalk and started to write on the blackboard very slowly and in massive characters.
“Great, more condescension,” Sunny muttered to herself as she slumped down on the desk, her shifting weight causing squelches and other sickly wet noises to come from her lower parts, and for the warm bulk to massage her in their own somewhat lewd way, keeping her feeling warm in spite of the somewhat breezy air inside the complex, and distract her even more than she would’ve been normally.
“Rule number one of Lily’s Classroom: be really good foals to me and each other, it’s never good to start fights and get hurt.” she said, writing as much in a combination of ideograms and actual words in the Foal’s Abudiga “Rule number two, always keep your attention on me and obey, don’t get distracted by fun toys or your pacis when I talk or tell you stories, just keep yours eyes glued on me and listen up very carefully.”
“Somepony please choke me, I can’t deal with both this crazy mare and with sitting in my piss,” she said with a sigh before she bit her lip: the feeling in her nether regions was getting unbearable, to the point that she partially really wanted to get around all that clothing blocking her, throw it aside, and start masturbating right then and there without a care in the world, and partially she wanted to strip just to get rid of her wet diaper as soon as she could, even if meant being punished in whatever bizarre way the warden felt like applying.
“I don’t have a choice in here,” she whispered with uncertainty while she rubbed her chin against the desk’s top, her hooves awkwardly shoved aside to make sure they weren’t anywhere near her lower regions while trying to keep her shuffling at a minimum made her feel as if she had been turned into a scarecrow “I just hope that, whatever I gotta do to get out of this damp thing, it’s fast and easy.”
“Rule number three,” Lily deleted the first rule with a nearby wet wipe, and started writing and drawing again “do your homework on time, or I will be sad and Mastiff very mad.”
“I’m more worried about Mastiff than I am about you, mare...” she said to herself, her delicate parts unmistakably trying to insert whatever in reach, namely the sodden padding enveloping it all, into itself, the onesie ensuring that it couldn’t be pulled away to stop it. She was wishing she could discreetly unbutton herself and fix her diaper around so that it didn’t sag, squish and press against her as much, if taking it off outright wasn’t possible, but clearly not even that was an option, and the idea of massaging the soggy padding was starting to sound like a good idea as minutes and seconds passed and freedom from used padding didn’t come.
“Rule number four for you all, respect nurses, they only want your best for you, and it’s mean to kick or spit on them,” Lily said as she had yet again canceled and replaced her own blackboard writings.
“Oh yeah, those nurses who totally don’t want to either devour me and are totes not creepy at all, I sure do trust them in keeping me whole,” she muttered as her legs closed and opened rhythmically, making her diaper softly squish at every closure, and causing the padding to poke into her.
She let out a groan as she caught herself pushing and rubbing her wet padded crotch. She had felt electricity go up her spine and her legs twitch the same way they did when she was alone in her room and thinking about this or that cute stallion she had met or had seen in a movie.
“Oh no, I’m enjoying this,” she kept on rubbing by instinct and unable to truly stop for more than a few fleeting moments, moaning softly “what’s happening to me? How could I?”
The padding was turning out to be a good substitute for either hooves or toys of the sort unlikely to be found in that room, poking the fleshy tender entrance quite vigorously and encasing the clit in a warm fluffy jacket that kept it warm and pulsing for more of whatever the hoof was already providing with its work. Even her rear, as unused as it was to be stimulated, was getting some indirect attention, as the padding unable to go anywhere else wormed just shy past the anus, wiggling inside Sunny’s premilinarily squishy innards to seemingly tickle them. Sunny bit her lip and slammed her head down, unable to look at anypony in the eyes– or indeed anywhere else– while doing what amounted to public masturbation in a classroom while wearing an used diaper as if it was the most logical and natural thing to do. Whatever compunction that would’ve made her stop entirely, however, was gone, replaced only by embarrassment making her entire face flush beet red and lust reveling in both the act and the idea of turning on an attractive stallion only looking for a nice fuck with her to be done as soon as possible.
Electricity built up in her spine and in her belly.
She was close, really close.
Extremely close.
Sunny squealed and let her rear hooves spasm wildly as she felt herself discharge like nothing else she had felt before, her mind going numb and cloudy for several seconds as she found herself leaking mare juice into her padding and creating wetness spots all over the one sie's fabric, another proof of her quiet orgasm to the world.
“Oh my, we aren’t even finished with the rules, and there’s already a little one enjoying their diapees?!”
Sunny’s haze dispelled pretty quickly, her very soul cringing at those words and gagging a little bit.
“And look at that mess on your cute clothes!” Lily said, outright galloping at her desk and almost punching her sensitized diaper’s front in the hurry, which had the effect of creating a massive wet spot on the onesie, make Sunny cower and yelp in pain, and producing a crinkling-squishing hybrid sound that shouldn’t have been “No, this won’t do for this class, I’m sending you to the nurses!”
“Oh no, you aren’t!” she protested as she pushed Lily off her and looked away, her heart beating fast as her whole abdomen pulsated and needled.
“Oh yes you are, little Frosty Missy, because I said so,” her tone turned icy as she grabbed Sunny’s right hoof and forced her to stand up with a mighty push.
“How is this mare so strong?! She looks like she weights like thirty kilos soaking wet!” Sunny thought to herself as she mindlessly tried to bite and kick her away, to no avail as she got herself dragged away out of the classroom among the worried whispers and spooked stares of her classmates-inmates.
“Hey, why won’t you help me?” Sunny looked at her classmates staring at her “We can get out of this! C’mon!”
“Save your breath for later, little Missy, you are going to need it,” Lily answered curtly as she finally managed to drag her out in the corridor. She shoved Sunny forward and closed the classroom’s door quickly.
Sunny was going to run forward, but the fact that two nurses were coming towards her made her cease immediately.
“There’s a little one that’s being naughty and bratty right here,” Lily said, while pointing at a groaning Sunny “you’re going to need to go for the Qulluqitärmen Method.”
“What in the name of everything is that?” Sunny asked under her breath as she looked away and backed herself away into a corner in the attempt to delay her predicament.
“For sure,” one nurse, which Sunny recognized as being Toffee, said “and, by the look of it, we’re going to need to give her a diaper change, before she gets a rash.”
“Oh good, my favorite part!” the other nurse said cheerily as she went close to Sunny and poked her in her ribs. It mildly hurt and it caused her to instinctively react by swatting the nurse’s azure hoof away, which didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.
“Oh, it’s you again,” Toffee said while rolling her eyes “once again, you have two choices: the hard way, and the gentle way. Pick one, carefully.”
Sunny bit her lip and furrowed her brow in the attempt to look more menacing that she actually did in her get-up.
“I’m not going to break out of here anytime soon...” she thought as Toffee looked at her from bottom to top “but damn, do I want to break some skulls right about now.”
“I’m going to count to five, on five, you’re going with the nurses dragged by your ears,” Lily said with a sight “One...”
“Great, count-downs, as if this situation wasn’t dumb enough,” she muttered to herself as she looked back and forth between the overly cheery azure nurse and Toffee, and Lily shooting a death (or at least “spanking”) glare to her like it was nothing “she’s so punchable, and yet I can’t smash that stupid mug in, I hate my life.”
“Two...”
“What would I get out of it anyway? Well, besides feeling strong and independent, but, then, if winning a fight against a copper didn’t make me feel badass, fighting basically kindergarten teachers ain’t going to work,” Sunny mused, biting her lip and with her hooves twitching “But if I can’t fight them, then I can’t be all that good, can I?”
“Three...”
“Y’know what? Given how nonsensical this place is, might as well let them, the dumbasses might release me by accident,” she thought, shook her head, and raised it “Fine. I’m going with the nurses.”
“Good foal! Always knew you were going to make Turquoise happy!” the azure nurse said, patting Sunny’s head as she shot her a death glare while blushing.
“You’re smarter than I thought,” Toffee said as she shoved the pacifier in Sunny’s mouth “but regardless, soon you won’t be this aggressive and smug...”
She groaned but resisted trying to spit it out, letting herself be lead away from the classroom’s door by Toffee and be flanked by an overly chipper Turquoise.
Her diaper was getting cold and clammy, which also made her walk even more awkward than it already was, and her rump was starting to smell and stench in ways Sunny forgot they even existed, causing her to gag and feel her hearth gripped by embarrassment like never before, not at all helped by the fact she occasionally received a head pat or an air smooch coming from Turquoise almost as if she was an actual relative of hers and not a nurse she didn’t know about a few hours before. With a turn at some point in the hallway, Toffee brought Sunny into a deserted pastel pink waiting room with only a few seats and a bunch of overly-twee posters about “not disobeying”.
“Great, nopony’s waiting their turn for a change,” Toffee said as she loudly nasally inhaled almost like a hog “we can get down to business right away.”
Sunny scrunched up her face and gagged, the horrific mix of talcum, urine, vomit and cheap lemon-scented air freshener attacking her nose without rest or breaks, and which only served to remind her of her predicament even more. She didn’t even notice Toffee opening up a sliding door hidden in the wall, or the fact that the next door over had a room that was completely different.
When she finally managed to stop gagging and thinking about the stench, she looked around, only to see a pretty strange combo going on: it was a circular room with four changing tables placed opposite to each other, with a strange machine in the center, some raised seats all around, and was otherwise decorated with motifs like cartoons bees, colorful wildlife, or even just random letters plastered all over.
“What’s this place?” Sunny asked as she was brought to the closest table.
“It’s the changing room honey, we’re going to change you out of your soggy diaper into a new fresh one!” Turquoise chirped as she went forward and patted the table’s striped pink-and-black padded surface.
“Oh thank the Hipponad, I was just going to ask when I was getting out of this thing,” Sunny said from behind her pacifier, making her lisp, cringing as she reminded herself of the moist and cold feeling she had been carrying around for what had felt like ages, and that walking around only made worse “but don’t play tricks on me!”
“Why would we?” Turquoise asked.
“We don’t have time to chit-chat, let’s get to it,” Toffee cut her colleague off and pushed Sunny forward, which made her stumble and squeak as her soiled onesie's wet spot grew bigger and her delicate parts were unpleasantly shaved against cold padding.
Turquoise sighed as she helped Sunny get back up, only to lift her off by the chest, huffing out, “Heave-oh!” and plopping Sunny down onto the changing table with a creaky sound.
Sunny felt confused and overly comfy on that table, but she barely had time to realize what had happened before Toffee managed to place a strap across her chest, locking it in place with a loud clicking sound.
“Hey, wait a minute, what are you two doing?” Sunny wiggled in her restraint as Turquoise picked up a pair of head cuffs with large muffs.
“Changing you.” Toffee said curly as she unfurled another belt from beneath the table “Now stop kicking around.”
Sunny was going to do just that, but her right rear hoof getting blocked into place and Turquoise placing the apparatus over her ears made it pointless to try.
“Alright,” Toffee clicked the other leg’s restraint close “Now onto actually changing you.”
Sunny tilted her head as she watched Turquoise walk to the machine at the center of the room and Toffee bring out a rolling tray with a small pile of butterfly-printed purple diapers and some wet wipes plus a tiny tin of what looked– or, better yet, smelled like– grapefruit ointment.
“What’s this machine for?” Sunny asked as she looked at Turquoise mess and tinker with the machine from behind her minty green mane and her light brown conical nurse’s cap.
“It’s to soothe and make you happier, little one, since your binky isn’t too good anymore,” she said and, just as her words finished, Sunny started to hear music.
But it wasn’t some sort of regular music, because it involved both a morin khuur being played slowly, as well as a repetitive, three-note riff of a plucked steel-corded dutar repeating itself in a pattern, but, as soon as Sunny tried to decipher the pattern, her head felt going woozy and light, stopping dead in her tracks to shake her head and go “gah!”. The morin khuur seemed to go on and on, gently taking on an almost melancholic feel that caught Sunny just enough to be yanked out of it whenever the dutar played its riff, and as much as she tired to reject the attempts to understand the pattern, the fact was, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and the total lack of action from both nurses didn’t leave her mind enough stimuli to stop noticing and resist whatever was going on. She looked around her, but nothing seemed to move or do anything else, and even the table’s comfortableness was starting to lose sense to the music.
She had no other option at all.
The riffs followed some sort of pattern that didn’t seem to be directly connected with the morin khuur’s piece, and yet she couldn’t help but notice and think there was something more. She put her whole mind into it, trying to count the rhythm and try to use her limited musical knowledge to understand what, exactly, was weird yet so pacifying and coherent in those riffs, but she just couldn’t do it, and the more she tried, the harder she felt tired until, at yet another riff, she closed her eyes and slipped out of conscioussness...
