Super Sunset RPG

Sunset had needed a good sleep.

The excessive panic and worry of the past twenty-four hours was draining enough. Tack on the fact that she got zero out of her forty winks last night, and it was a recipe for exhaustion. So when she finally opened her eyes, she could tell she’d slept for a long time. The heaviness of her eyelids, the groggy feeling of being snapped awake mid-REM cycle… she was pushing eighty winks, it felt like.

She was lying face down, on cold, dusty ground. A far cry from her bed, or even the stiff carpeting of her apartment. And the blinding light that seared her pupils when she looked up told her it was pure, unfiltered sun she was staring at.

“Ah!”

She snapped her eyes closed.

I’m… outside?

She squinted through her fingers. That was the sun alright, sitting high in a clear blue sky. The bustle of people–footsteps, idle talk, the clatter of man-made goods–fell on her ears. Sunset started to push herself up, confused.

squish

She froze. Not just from the incredibly gross sound of her day-old diaper squelching against her skin, though that was horrendous. Instead, the realization of what this meant hit her like a truck.

She was outside, in a wet diaper!

“No, oh Celestia no!” Sunset defaulted to Equestrian sayings in her panic. She scampered up to her feet and slammed against the nearest wall, hoping to make herself tiny and invisible.

Luckily for her, she was in an alleyway. How she got here from her bedroom, she had no idea. A particularly bad bout of sleepwalking? She doubted it. Even in deep slumber the sensation of waddling in soggy pampers would be too much to bear.

Then what had happened? Why had she just woken up in the dirt, wedged between two white-brick homes with thatched roofs? This didn’t look like anywhere near her home, or Canterlot High for that matter!

Pressing herself up against some nearby barrels, she peeked half her face around, hoping to get some context clues from her surroundings. Even that little bit of public exposure made her diaper feel like it was tightening on her hips.

Wherever she was, it definitely wasn’t home.

The buildings she found herself wedged between weren’t outliers. Everything matched their old-timey feel. From aged shutters, wooden braces that criss-crossed like spiderwebs, and jettying to make their top floors stand out, it was like looking in a history textbook. And they all looked so same-y on top of that.

Dirt covered the space between them, including the spot where one would expect paved road to lie. The street was filled with people, standing or milling about as they went about their day-to-day activities in a very normal way.

At first Sunset believed she had been transported to a renaissance fair, but then she looked more closely at the people.

Men had standard medieval attire. Tunics, long stockings, leather boots. But the women…

Instead of modest dresses that matched the attire of everyone else’s era, the women milled about in frilly numbers laced with bows and ribbon. Their short skirts were only rivaled by their collars over how much skin they showed. But the real thing these dresses were exposing their diapers.

Every woman wore one, regardless of age. They were forced to toddle about or stand with cartoonishly wide gaits, many of them sporting ostentatious designs on their padding like it was meant to be seen.

Sunset’s jaw hit the floor. Taking another look around, she saw the men too were not spared padding. Each and everyone had a bulge at their hips, betraying the pampers underneath. It was gobsmacking.

Oh no… Realization hit Sunset like a sack of bricks.

A world where everyone wore diapers? A series of medieval homes that looked like only two or three were unique models that had been cloned to cover the entire street? That portal’s blinding light being the only thing that she remembered?

Sunset looked down for the first time, horrified to discover she wasn’t wearing her jacket and shirt from last night. Instead, she’d been squeezed into a poofy seafoam green dress. Sparkly sequins lined her collar, which dipped low in an attempt to show off her breasts as much as possible. A sash was wrapped around her waist, tying off in a big bow on her left hip. It held a pale blue rattle wedge between it and Sunset’s side. Dark green bows lined the skirt of the dress, which didn’t stretch low enough to hide her wet diaper.

It was the very outfit she’d dressed her princess character up in for the video game.

The very game she was now trapped in.

Sunset screamed.

Trapped! Like a fly in sticky paper. Like an anime protagonist in an isekai. She’d been too careless when dealing with this Equestrian magic. The diaper around her waist had just been the beginning. In her haste to get it off, she’d made her own situation a thousand times worse. Now she was a part of some perverted dev’s diaper fantasy RPG!

Her scream attracted attention. Eyes fell on the shrieking girl with a wet diaper and clothes far fancier than anything anyone else was wearing. She was a magnet for eyes, and as Sunset came down from her sudden shock she now realized that dozens of people were looking at her soiled diaper!

“Eep!”

She grabbed at her surroundings for something to cover her. It didn’t matter in the moment if this was a pack of NPCs, she didn’t want anyone to see her in this state!

Her fingers found burlap. Cut up and discarded sacks, just long enough to act as a hooded cloak, shielding her blushing face and her soaked padding. Sunset wrapped it around herself and took off from the alleyway and down the street.

Her bare feet tap tap tap-ed against the dirt, her hurried pace matched urgently by how heavy she was breathing.

Please tell me this is a dream! Sunset begged. A nightmare! Something! This just can’t be real!

Everywhere she turned, diaper wearing people appeared. She couldn’t get one second of peace from them and their padded behinds. Each one only seemed to confirm the realness of her situation, heightening Sunset’s panic attack.

Finally, she rounded a corner and came across undeniable proof.

Her eyes started at the horizon, stretching up until she could fit the entire thing in view. A massive, luxurious palace. One fit for a queen, her sister, and her daughter. No doubt about it; this had to be the castle her character had just been in, Lulu’s portal punting her over to the adjacent town just like she’d said.

This had to be Diaperia. This world was too massive and detailed at this point to be a mere figment of Sunset’s dreams.

Her regret was immediate. She should’ve been more cautious. She shouldn’t have underestimated what that little sliver of Equestrian magic could do to her!

Questions assaulted Sunset’s mind. This may have been magic, but it was her world’s magic. She knew its rules, its structures. There had to be something she could do.

It infected the video game. It only started affecting me when I played it. So she wasn't just controlling a player character. In the magic’s eyes, she was this game’s player character. And that meant it was going to subject her to all the scripted events, encounters, and story missions of this game until it was all over.

Like Haycarte’s Method, to the extreme, she realized. Use that particular spell too much, and you could wind up trapped for the duration of whichever book you were stuck in. But at least books ended. Video games... well, rarely did. Even if the story concluded, even if you one-hundred-percented it, it was never really done. You could always play more.

Would… would she even be able to escape if she beat the game?

Sunset had been banking on that as a way to escape her diaper. Naturally, her goal shouldn’t have changed, despite her surroundings doing just that. But now that the thought had crossed her mind she couldn’t let go of it.

She had to escape this… but she didn’t even know if that was possible in the first place.

Sunset shook her head. Don’t think like that. I’m not going to be defeatist about this. If I beat the game, I get to escape. I’ll start with that hypothesis and work from there.

She pulled her cloak tightly over her princess outfit. There were still a lot of people around… and she was still in a wet diaper.

Blushing, Sunset hurried to the nearest building, one that looked like a shop. Diapers, perhaps even wet ones, might not be an uncommon sight in this video game world, but that didn’t mean Sunset liked being trapped in soggy pamps for all to see. It was still embarrassing to her.

She opened the building door, activating a little bell sitting at the top of the sill. Its chime confirmed that this was, in fact, a shop. Sunset slammed the door behind her like she was being chased, breathing a sigh of relief only once her back was against it.

“Coming!” A cheerful voice called out.

Sunset looked in at the store proper, and her heart sank. Frilly, poofy outfits hung on racks and wall hooks. An assault of pastel colors that put rainbows to shame hit her eyes. And worst of all, they were all infantile, girly, and so, so fetishistic. She shuddered.

I hate this game.

A woman dressed in a pale blue onesie stepped out to the counter before Sunset. It stretched at her chest, trying to contain huge knockers and doing a poor job of it. She had several layers of translucent blue silk falling from her hips, acting as a skirt. It did nothing to disguise the puffy bulge at her rear end, heralding perhaps the largest diaper Sunset had seen that day, save her own.

But that wasn’t shocking at this point. What was shocking was the rest of the woman.

Snow white skin, curly purple hair. It was tied back in two side ponytails, and fell long against her sides, nearly reaching her wrists on both arms. Sparkling blue eyes like sapphires radiated a ladylike aura.

Sunset knew this person. Or at least, her twin in the real world. “R-Rares?!”

Blinking in confusion, Rarity–no, not Rarity. It couldn’t be!–tilted her head and frowned. “I’m sorry dearie, did you say wares? Everything for sale is right here before your eyes.”

“Uh… uh…” Sunset was flabbergasted. It even sounded like her!

Rainbow had been weird. Majesty and Lulu heavy coincidences. But this? At this point, Sunset had to accept this as the work of the Equestrian magic. Surely it had peered inside her head, taken the templates of people she knew, and slapped them onto characters in this game.

“W-Who are you?” Sunset needed a name. Something to call this woman in her head other than the name of one of her best friends.

“I’m Precious, dearie.” Precious winked. “And you must be an out-of-towner if you didn’t know that. Everyone in the Town of Beginnings knows the Carousel Armory and its owner!”

Carousel… Armory? Sunset looked at the rows of adult sized baby dresses lining the store again. She wasn’t surprised. Just disappointed.

I hate this game.

Precious sniffed the air suddenly, and pinched her nose. “Goodness, that smell!”

Sunset was confused for a moment, then she realized the woman must be referring to the stench of urine that had been following her wet diaper. Sunset was ashamed to admit she’d gotten used to it.

“Dearie, I hate to be that person, but I don’t accept customers who aren’t in clean padding.” Precious waggled her finger like Sunset was being naughty.

Blushing, she pushed her burlap down in an attempt to further hide her diaper. “I-It’s not my fault! I can’t take it off!”

“Well naturally, dearie. Goodness, you really are from out of town if you don’t know about the Cozy Curse.” Precious clapped her hands. “Sweetiekins, can you come down here for a second?”

Cozy Curse? Sunset blinked. That was the title of the game.

“What is it?” A childish voice groaned. Heavy footfalls stomped down a nearby staircase. A girl no older than fourteen appeared, wrapped in an aquamarine onesie that matched Precious’s in every way, save the color. Her purple and pink hair was tied up in pin curls, and a huffy look stretched across her white face. “Don’t tell me you pooped again already.”

“Sweetie!” Precious reprimanded.

Hearing that scolding tone, along with the name and the appearance of this new NPC, Sunset fought back a groan. Not even Sweetie Belle had been spared an avatar in this personal hell of hers.

Precious turned to Sunset and smiled sweetly. “You must forgive my baby sister, she can be most uncouth. And a liar.” She turned back to Sweetiekins, face morphing to anger. “A lady does not ‘poop’, Sweetiekins. A lady relieves herself.”

“Fine. Did you ‘relieve’ another mudslide into your diaper then?”

Precious stamped her foot. Through her teeth she hissed, “Not in front of the clientele!”

“I, uh…” Sunset backed up. “Maybe I should go.”

“Really?” Precious looked back to her. “But I was going to have Sweetiekins here change your diaper. You do know you can’t do it on your own, right?”

“What?” Sunset heard glass shattering. “Is… is that because of the curse you were talking about?”

“Yes dearie, of course. No one in Diaperia has been capable of changing themselves since the Cozy Curse descended on us. Honestly now, from what backwater country did you come from?”

Sunset opened her mouth, not to speak, but to stand there slack-jawed. Precious cut her off anyway. “Now come, come, there’s a changing table in the back. Sweetiekins, fetch a diaper for our customer.”

“Why do I have to do it?” Sweetiekins whined.

“Because I have to watch the shop. Now march, young lady.”

The sibling bickering fell on deaf ears. Sunset just stood there, in perpetual shock, as the realization dawned on her.

She hadn’t been able to remove the diaper because the magic didn’t want her to. It was playing by the video game’s rules. And if that was true, could she have gotten it removed at any time?

Sure, it would’ve been humiliating to ask one of her friends to help her pull it off, but would that have been so bad? Especially when the alternative was walking around for the better part of the day having pissed herself?

Oh my stars, Sunset realized. She could’ve avoided being sucked into this game altogether if she’d known that! Why, oh why hadn’t she paid attention during the opening cutscene? Now she was stuck in this pervert game on the hardest difficulty possible, with who knows how many hours of story standing before her and freedom.

This… this… she didn’t have words for how bad this was. And she wasn’t able to stand around with her jaw on the floor long enough to think of some.

“Come on,” Sweetiekins huffed. She took Sunset’s hand and pulled her forward. Wordlessly, Sunset followed.

I can’t… No… To think she had doomed herself to this fate, all because she couldn’t be bothered to hear some stupid exposition at the beginning of the game.

Maybe, she reasoned, getting that diaper off wouldn’t have actually worked in the real world. Maybe she’d always have had to go in the game in order to get it off. That possibility was the smallest of comforts though, because if she had just never played the game in the first place none of this would have happened.

“Up here,” Sweetiekins groaned. She patted her hand against a long table on the shop’s back wall. A makeshift changing table.

Meekly, Sunset pulled her hand away from Sweetiekins. Coming back to reality–the crushing disappointment of her situation still very much on her mind–she grew sheepish. She was about to get a diaper change from, effectively, Rarity’s little sister. This was the most embarrassing thing to happen to her since she’d peed herself at school!

“Um…” Sunset shied away from the table. Her diaper squished as she did. Of course she wanted to escape its soggy grip, but this was more than a little uncomfortable.

“Go!” Sweetiekins was not having it. She delivered a smack to the back of Sunset’s diaper, the spank causing the damps spot back there to squish up against Sunset’s cheeks.

“Eep!” she cried. “Alright, alright already.” She crawled up onto the table. She didn’t want to protest too much and unlock some spanking cutscene or something. Her face was red at the idea of being bent over Sweetie’s lap, unable to break free as the girl whacked her with a paddle until she cried. She wouldn’t put it past this game.

Lying on her back, Sunset bit her lip as Sweetiekins waddled over to a chest in the corner of the room, pulling out a fresh, crisp new diaper. She wanted to protest, but had a feeling the game wouldn’t let her. Something told her this Cozy Curse was more than just not being able to take off your own padding.

Sweetiekins was at least an efficient diaper changer. And Sunset was grateful to find the tapes did come of this time with the young girl pulled on them. She stripped Sunset of her soggy padding, finally putting an end to the accursed garment’s tyranny over her bottom.

The feeling of freedom was nice, even if it was humiliating to be naked from the waist down. She shivered as cold wipes cleaned up the lingering pee, and sighed disappointedly as a new, fluffy diaper found its way over her rear.

“Thank you,” she mumbled to Sweetiekins as she got off the table. Her cheeks burned and she couldn’t look the girl in the eyes.

“Whatever.” Sweetiekins at least seemed as glad as she was that this was over. She disappeared back upstairs, leaving Sunset to finish her conversation with Precious.

“Now then,” the shopkeep smiled, hands on her hips. “Now that your padding situation is properly sorted, what can the Carousel Armory do for you?”

“Oh, uh…” Sunset looked towards the door. “To be honest, I think I should just go.”

“Nonsense!” Precious declared. Seemed she didn’t want to miss out on a potential sale. “You’re a traveler, aren’t you? I can’t let you set out across Diaperia with nothing but a burlap sack to protect you. It violates the hippocratic oath of the clothier.”

Sunset was sure there was no such thing.

“Now then, what do you need? I can get you a full set of armor for a mere twenty SP.”

SP? Sunset realized she had no idea what kind of currency system this game operated on. “Actually… I don’t really have any money on me right now…”

“Truly?” Precious put her hands on her hips. “Then what did you even come into my shop for? Unless you have something you’d like to sell…”

This was likely the game trying to nudge her in a certain direction. And it worked. A lightbulb went off in Sunset’s head. Of course!

She always sold off her excess inventory before buying stuff in games. And if Precious was saying that, then maybe the game was cluing her into the fact that she had to sell something.

But… what?

Sunset had nothing to her name. Maybe there had been things in the castle she could’ve picked up before she left, but she’d bolted through the tutorial to get here. She only had a handful of things and when she tried to offer the burlap cloak, Precious turned her nose up at it.

“Sorry, dearie. I couldn’t be caught dead owning something so unfashionable.”

The rattle was also a miss.

“I don’t deal in weapons. So sorry.”

“Hmm…” Sunset chewed her cheek. Other than that the only thing she owned was the clothes on her back. Oh wait…

“What about this?” She pulled back the burlap cloak, revealing the sparkling green princess dress underneath. That did the trick, Precious’ eyes sparkled and widened.

“It’s gorgeous!” she breathed. Before Sunset could even ask how much she could get for it, Precious rushed over. Her hands came up, grabbing Sunset’s breasts as she pushed the sparkly collar up to observe the sequins. “Goodness they’re emeralds!” She said of them. “Are these real?”

“R-Rarity!” Sunset tried to back up, but Precious’s hands followed. She ended up slamming into a wall, pressed up against it as the woman who looked just like one of her closest friends groped her tits.

“They’re quite the rarity indeed!” Precious remarked. She leaned in for a better look, making Sunset worried she was about to be motorboated. “Their cut is so fine…” Her eyes sparkled.

“Please stop…” Sunset begged, looking away as her face reddened. Precious didn’t seem to hear as she squeezed in anticipation. This had to be a part of her programming to do this, which meant Sunset was stuck with it.

The touch was starting to make her feel all tingly. Not just in her breasts, but in her nethers as well. She brought her legs together instinctively, but that was a mistake. Sunset ended up bunching her padding into her twitching womanhood, and yelped at the feeling.

“Dearie, I’ll pay you 6GP for it.” Precious looked up at her with a smile. “And your choice of any ensemble in the shop, of course.”

“D-Deal!” Sunset cried. She just wanted this woman off her.

“Ah! Delightful! Thank you dearie.” The shopkeep leaned in, planting a kiss on Sunset’s cheek, then the other. It was meant as a thank you, the equivalent of a handshake or a firm nod of the head. But Sunset couldn’t take it that way. To not only have this woman’s hands still on her breasts, but to be kissed by her at the same time? To top it all off, Sunset still couldn’t help but think of Precious as just the videogame version of Rarity.

She shifted uncomfortably.

And it only got worse from there. She’d just sold the equipment she was wearing. In most games, that meant it was unequipped immediately. Here was no different.

Precious pulled, and in one swift motion liberated Sunset from her dress. Her bare breasts bounced with their newfound freedom, and cold air tickled her stomach.

“Ah!” Sunset cried. She reached up and covered her breasts with her hands. Then, upon realizing she still had her burlap cloak, brought it around to hide her modesty instead. Her weapon, the rattle, and seemingly changed positions. No longer attached to her dress, it was now wedged between her hip and the new diaper.

Precious was already folding up the princess dress, humming to herself. She seemed to treat de-robing her customers as no big deal. Even Sunset’s nudity didn’t bother her. All she did next was produce six gold coins, completely smooth and featureless discs, and place them in Sunset’s hand. She gestured to the rows of clothes behind her.

“Now, what would you like?”

“Heh…” the nervous sound escaped Sunset’s mouth and she scampered forward. After being groped, kissed, and stripped, she was ready to just get out of this store entirely. Only the desperate need for clothes kept her here.

She started looking around, clenching the coins in her hand. Wasn’t there supposed to be an inventory for this kind of thing? Sunset had no idea how to access it if she still did. Better find something with pockets, she decided.

Waddling around, still doing her best to cover her naked chest, Sunset sighed at her options. She’d been hoping to find something a little less… infantile among the rows of clothes here. But her streak of impossibly bad luck continued.

Onesies, dresses, and everything in between. Nothing above what a toddler would wear. Certainly nothing she would ever want to wear either.

Deciding she was happy to have that princess dress behind her, Sunset decided nothing too frilly or girly was going on her body again. Ideally, she'd find something that would at least cover her diaper, however minimally.

Sadly, the best thing for that was a onesie. There wasn’t any other options, so it was by default, but still.

Sunset tried not to cringe as she shifted through a rack of the infantile garments. Precious hovered nearby, offering little tidbits about each outfit.

“That one increases your defense stat.”

“This little number doubles your chance for critical hits.”

“If you wear this one, your party member’s affection meters fill faster!”

Sunset assumed this was in lieu of an info screen she would’ve gotten when playing the original game on her TV. Half of what Precious said didn’t even make sense to her, she was so unfamiliar with this game’s mechanics. But one thing did catch her attention, right as she was reaching the end of the rack.

“That one increases your attack stat.”

Sunset paused there. Her mind flashed back to her battle with the slimes, when she’d only managed a single paltry hit point of damage per attack. If she was going to face real enemies soon enough—and she would have to in order to beat this game—she would need all the buffs she could get in that department.

“Okay,” Sunset said reluctantly as she pulled it from the line. “This one.”

She hadn’t taken a good look at it first, but it was no worse than the dozens of other outfits she’d been wary of. This onesie was a pastel purple. Stitched onto the chest was a wide pocket where she could store her money. Soft pink bubble sleeves complimented the outfit’s main body. Turning it around, Sunset found ruffles in a matching color running along its butt. The three buttons for the hatch were also pink, and were shaped like little hearts.

Oh barf. She thought to herself. This better buff her attack like crazy.

“Excellent! My ensembles also come with a pair of socks and shoes. Would you like those as well, dearie?” Precious asked.

Subset looked down at her bare feet, dirt caking her toes. “Yeah, shoes are probably a good idea.”

Precious smiled. “Well I’ll just fetch that for you. Go ahead and slip that on.”

Sunset muttered to herself as the shopkeep walked away. She fumbled to get the onesie on her, needing to take off her makeshift cloak and rattle first. Once it was on, she found a little loop of fabric near the hip where she was able to slip her ‘weapon’ into. She also made sure to pocket her gold coins now that she actually had a pocket. The burlap she just rolled up and held under her armpit. Precious didn't want it, so she wouldn’t be rude and leave it here. Sunset would trash it later now that she had some proper clothes.

Proper being the operative word. Even before it was fully buttoned, Sunset could tell this thing was going to be tight against her frame. Especially her chest, the fabric wrapped over her breasts so tightly that it hugged and accentuated her curves.

Blushing, she considered putting her burlap cloak back on.

The buttons were the only part of her new ensemble that genuinely didn’t want to cooperate. It was her diaper’s fault, bulging so much that she wasn’t able to see as she tried to clip them together. Precious’ hand appeared, snapping the onesie’s hatch closed for her.

“There, dearie.” The shopkeep gave her rear a slight smack, Sunset’s diaper crinkling. “How does that feel?”

Sunset’s blush only grew. “It’s… fine.”

Precious passed her the rest of the outfit, and Sunset’s blushed dimmed as she groaned. She hadn’t been expecting much, but she was still let down.

The socks were basically stockings. They were so long that when she put them on they swallowed her legs up to her thighs. That wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she also really hated how they looked. White with a purple polka-dot pattern. It added to her childish look.

So did the footwear. They weren’t sneakers or loafers or boots or anything Sunset would actually want to wear. Instead they were pink, Mary-Jane style shoes. She still put them on anyway. They were better than literally nothing. Barely.

“Oh, you just look adorable in your new outfit. Like a proper adventurer!” Precious commented.

Sunset bristled at the remark. She didn’t want to be adorable! This stupid diaper and stupid onesie and stupid everything was a nightmare! It was humiliating! Even if her outfit wasn’t that different from what Precious or anyone else was wearing, she didn’t care. Sunset knew how embarrassing wearing baby clothes was as a grown up and she felt ashamed so much had forced its way on her.

But thankfully now she could go. Waddling towards the door she waved goodbye to the clone of one of her best friends, hopeful that she’d never see her again.

Sunset decided it was time to leave more than just the shop too. She had to get out of the Town of Beginnings altogether. Away from people, and their stupid, unembarrassed view on diapers. Alone in the wilderness, she might finally feel at peace. And she could finally start this stupid game.

So she waddled outside, frowning and blushing at the crinkling noises her padding made. Yeah, it was definitely time to leave.

“What do you mean I can’t leave?” Sunset whined. She almost stamped her foot in rage, but she already felt like enough of a preschooler as is.

Two guards blocked her path. Long foam staffs molded to look like spears crossed before her in a giant X. A stern look from one told her they were parting to let her out the town’s gate anytime soon.

The other guard had a more sympathetic look on his face. “You need at least a party of three before you even think about heading out into the wilds. It’s dangerous out there. Not to mention…” he shifted, crinkling his diaper. “What if you need a change?”

Sunset tried to protest, but he said the same canned line back to her. She wasn’t going to get anywhere with him like this.

Infuriatingly, it was a good point. Sunset didn’t want to use a diaper ever again but she doubted this game would give her a choice. And if it came down to that, she would want a change as soon as possible.

Extra party members wouldn’t hurt for battles as well. Even with an attack boost she had a sneaking suspicion some enemies would be too much for her alone.

Luckily, this whole world operated on video game logic. Sunset knew there were bound to be scripted encounters she just hadn’t triggered yet. She just needed to be on the lookout for people with a bit more “pizazz” in their design. They were allies just waiting to happen.

Hopefully they don’t look like my friends. She stomped away from the guards and back toward the town proper. At this point, Sunset knew that was probably wishful thinking at best.

She also knew that she couldn’t let that keep her down. At this point, with everything that had happened to her just in town, she kind of wanted to curl up in the fetal position and stop moving. But if she did that every time something kinky or unpleasant happened to her, she’d never beat this game. She had to keep her head held high and her feet moving. It was the only way she was going to get out of here.

Just two allies, huh? She looked around as she approached the town square. No NPCs stood out to her as ones to pay attention to, and no buildings made themselves known as the next obvious place to go. The only thing unusual was the row of pillories dead center in the open square. All empty, and Sunset theorized that’s where rule breakers ended up. She didn’t even know the laws of this town but she figured it would be best to tread like she was on eggshells until she did. She didn’t want to end up thrown in the stocks.

Seeing no better option, Sunset walked up to a random building. Was it the town hall? A business? The copy-pasted models of this game did her no favors, but she found the door handle turned when she tried.

Opening it up, she found a single room waiting on the other side. A cozy, if antiquated, living space. Someone sat on a chair near the fireplace on the opposite wall. They were reading, and didn’t even look up when she entered.

“Oh, sorry–!” Sunset caught herself. The NPC still didn’t react to her. It was almost as if she wasn’t there.

It was weird, until Sunset’s gamer brain found an explanation. After all, how many times in how many games had she just barged into some rando’s home before? No game had ever made a big deal about it before, unless it was trying to be meta about it. Why would this game be any different.

Sunset shut the door. It seemed more important NPCs like Precious could do a lot more than just wait for interaction. She doubted the person in that house could join her party.

I need to find people who are more like… people, she decided.

She looked around again. Sunset knew if she could find at least one building modeled slightly differently than all the other, indistinguishable models around her it would be the way to go. Stuff like that were like little flags from the developers, telling players what was important. And if she found an important place, it stood to reason important NPCs would be there.

Her eyes fell on a building that was wider than the rest. It sat closer to the town square, a bit down the road. The double door entrance was flanked by light fixtures: glass globes that guard flickering fires within. No other building she could see had an entrance like that.

Perfect.

Sunset toddled over to it as fast as she could. The way her diaper crinkled and rubbed against her made her cringe, but she powered through. If she was correct, then she was about to be one step closer to getting this thing off forever.

Just before she approached the doors, the suddenly kicked open. Sunset flinched, as two men dragged out a squirming, angry-looking woman by the arms.

“Let. Me. Go!” she screamed, whipping her head from side to side, her light blue hair a whirlwind that obscured her face. “You have no right to treat me this way!”

One of the men leading her just sighed as they brushed past Sunset. “You know the rules Beatrix. Should’ve paid up when you had the chance.”

“I told you to put it on my tab!” The woman, Beatrix, screamed as she was led away. “Since when have I ever had to pay for anything anyway?!”

Sunset watched in disbelief for a few seconds, before blinking back to reality. Did I… That was definitely an in-game event she had just triggered. And considering that NPC had a name, she was probably one of the potential party members Sunset could choose from.

But the thought of partnering up with that woman made Sunset’s shoulders tightened. She seemed like… well, a brat. That five-second first impression had told her that much at least. Maybe it would be better to keep looking.

Her attention turning back to the building before her, she managed to catch one of the doors before it finished closing. Inside, the purpose of this building became clear. It was a tavern.

Long, heavy tables sat in rows across the wide room. Towards the back, a bar rested. Colorful drinks of all kinds sat on a four tiered shelf that ran along the wall behind it. All of them contained in baby bottles and sippy cups, of course. Off to the side from the bar was a cork board with several overlapping sheets of parchment punched into it.

Plenty of people milled about. Adventurer-looking types chief among them. Some wore armor, or rather, what passed for armor in this game, some spun large weapons around gaily as they drank. Others still chatted with friends. Boisterous laughs and chatter formed a cacophony that struck Sunset’s ears like a jackhammer.

This was definitely the place to be.

So many important looking NPCs were around. Surely some of them had to be partners for her. It was time to start asking around.

Right away, Sunset counted out all the men. It wasn’t like she was particularly biased one way or the other, but… well… The knowledge that she couldn’t change her diapers on her own weighed heavily on her. And a buff, hairy, surly type was not exactly the kind of caretaker she wanted. It would be less awkward for her to have a party of women, so she walked up to the first two she saw.

Knee deep in argument, a mint-colored woman with green and white locks returned the snarl of a cream-skinned girl with curly blue and pink hair.

“You know I’m right!” the minty one said.

“As if,” Fired back the cream-colored woman. She pointed, the rest of her fingers curling around a half-downed baby bottle. “You just don’t want to admit how stupid you are.”

Do I really want to get involved? Sunset asked herself. She hoped it was just flavor text and cleared her throat. “Um, hello. I–”

“Settle something for us,” Said the minty one. “Cream Puff here is definitely in the wrong, right? Sippy cups are way better than bottles.”

“Uh…” Sunset held up her hands, not wanting to be in the middle of this.

“Oh please!” Cream Puff snapped. “She’s clearly a woman of culture, Harp. She knows baby bottles are the way to go.” They both looked to her, demanding an answer. “Right?”

She almost backed away, but Sunset figured one of them might join her if she made a decision. “Sippy cups,” she decided. At least you wouldn’t have to suckle if you drank from one of those.

“Yes!”

“No!”

Harp looked rather proud of herself, while Cream Puff huffed and crossed her arms.

“Thanks for making the right decision. Here, for all your potion holding needs!” Harp produced and empty sippy cup, and handed it to Sunset. It was dark blue, with a faded gold star pattern and a bright orange lid. Sunset hesitantly accepted.

I mean, I may need one, she reasoned as she accepted the infantile device. She had a spare loop at her onesie’s waist, which the cup filled handily.

When she tried to talk to those two again, she got canned dialogue, one happy with her and the other bitter. A second try gave her the same. So that was all they were good for.

“Great…” she waddled away in search of someone else.

Unfortunately most of her encounters in the bar followed a similar pattern. Simplistic dialogue, maybe an opening for her to interact, and then canned follow ups after that. She didn’t even get anymore items, not that she particularly wanted more baby supplies, but still. Everything felt even more pointless with that fact.

She plopped down in one of the high chairs that functioned as barstools and sighed loudly. A barmaid, a purple skinned, purple haired woman whose attire lived up to her job title, seemed to take that as a cue to serve her. “What’ll it be?”

Something strong enough to help me forget the past few days, Sunset almost said. She doubted she’d be so lucky. “Orange juice?” She guessed. It was a somewhat reasonable drink for this game to have. It was also something she felt she could tolerate, which was far more important.

“Sippy or baba?” The barmaid asked.

Sunset flushed, half frustrated and half embarrassed. “U-uh…” she didn’t want either word on her lips, and instead reached for the cup on her waist. “Just fill this up.”

“Of course. Three BP please.”

“Um…” Sunset fished in her breast pocket and pulled out one of the gold coins she’d gotten from Precious. She was still so lost when it came to this world’s money. “Is this enough?”

The barmaid laughed. “Goodness is it. You wouldn’t happen to have any smaller coins, would you?”

“Sorry…”

The barmaid accepted the money anyway, and took Sunset’s sippy cup. She soon returned, swirling around the orange liquid now in it. She also dumped a pile of coins on the table before Sunset.

“Geeze!” She gasped. She wasn’t sure it would all fit in her one pocket. But at least it was informative. Her mathematically-minded brain broke down the sight before her. One GP minus three BP… it left her with twenty-two pieces of bronze and twenty four pieces of silver. So twenty-five BP for an SP, and twenty-five SP for a GP.

At least it seemed Precious hadn’t scammed her for that outfit earlier. If anything she overpaid, at least compared to what Sunset would’ve offered for that gaudy thing.

“Thanks,” she said, scooping up the clinking metal and dropping it all in her breast pocket.

The barmaid nodded, before turning to another patron and putting her hands on her hips. “Now are you going to buy anything today?”

“Eep!”

That small, demure squeak might as well have been a hammer from the way Sunset reacted to it. She’d recognize that voice, that tone, anywhere. Turning, her burgeoning fear was immediately confirmed when she saw a yellow girl with pink hair sitting not three stools down from her.

Fluttershy!

Or… Game-Fluttershy, at the very least.

She certainly looked like Sunset’s friend, but also definitely wasn’t at the same time. For one thing, there was no way Fluttershy would ever dress like this.

The diaper was obvious–standard at this point even. What wasn’t as standard was the upsettingly short skirt trying to cover it. Sure no skirts in this world seem to stretch over the wearer’s padding, but this was far different. It was downright slutty!

The dark green, ruffle-y tutu skirt barely covered the diaper’s landing zone. It moved outward more than downward, and even then only a few inches. It was attached to a dress that was really more of a corset, squeezing Fluttershy… the character’s breasts tightly and making them look larger than they already were. The chest piece seemed to barely reach over her nipples, and gave the impression that it could rip and expose her top at any time.

The only other thing even trying to cover the flesh of her chest was her hair. The pink locks had been tied into two pigtails, which draped over her shoulders and rested on her cleavage. Her attire was less modest below, where at the very least seafoam stockings covered most of her legs, stopping at the thighs like Sunset’s socks. She wore booties instead of shoes.

Atop her head sat a green headband with tall tabby ears poking out, giving her a catgirl vibe, though she was definitely human. Those perverted designers...

Fluttershy–No, this… character! Sunset corrected herself–shrank in her seat. She held a purse to her stomach, a little rabbit poking its head out from the top. “Um… some carrot juice please. In a bottle,” she finally answered the barmaid.

Sunset sat stunned as she watched the Fluttershy look-a-like accept a bottle and begin to feed her bunny. It was uncanny, the similarities. Eventually her staring got noticed.

“Um… excuse me,” the NPC asked smally. “C-Can I help you?”

Oh great… Sunset immediately didn’t want to interact. After all the things Precious had done to her, she really didn’t want to get involved with another friend-clone in this game. But… this NPC did have the most stand-outish look, especially for someone so shy. She probably was a potential ally, and right now Sunset needed those.

“Are you an adventurer?” She asked, no enthusiasm in her voice.

“Oh, yes! Of course I am!” The NPC straightened up, as if she were proud of that fact. “My name’s Flutters. I was supposed to begin my journey today, actually. B-But the guards…”

Flutters, huh? Sunset wanted to sigh. Of course that was her name. “I’m Sunset. Same thing happened to me. Like, why the heck do we need three people just to leave town?”

“Right?” Flutters scooted forward. “I-I tried telling them I had my animals with me. B-But they said bunnies don’t count as party members…” The rabbit in Flutters’ purse seemed to scoff at the memory, offended as it suckled for more carrot juice.

How can she be into animals too? Sunset bemoaned. She genuinely couldn’t see anything but her friend Fluttershy before her in this moment. It was very distracting. I’ve already lost so much time trying to build a team, Sunset thought ruefully. Better not let her slip away. Even if it’s… awkward.

“Would you like to party up with me?” She asked.

“Really?” Flutters jumped a few stools over, grabbing Sunset’s arm. “Y-You’d really want to ally with someone like me? You’re so kind.” She pulled Sunset’s arm closer, pressing it up against her breasts.

“Uh, whoa there!” Sunset wrenched her limb away. “Yes. I do. Just calm down.”

“Okay. Sorry.”

Sunset sighed. What had she gotten herself into here?

“Then we just need one more person, and we can set off!” Flutters smiled.

“Yeah,” Sunset groaned. “And I think I know someone…”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Let–AH–Me–Ow! Ouch–Go–AHH!”

When Sunset had decided to track down that Beatrix girl, this wasn’t exactly the sight she’d had in mind.

Beatrix–who from personality alone was too Trixie for her liking, let alone her appearance–hadn’t been taken far by the two men who had carried her off. She’d been carted to the middle of town square, being locked in one of the many pillories Sunset had taken note of earlier. But she wasn’t just bound at her neck and wrists.

They’d stripped her naked, a pile of purple clothes rested beneath her. Only her diaper had been left on, even her blue breasts bouncing free. But while the padding remained, it was hard to say it was on her. The stocks had a little bit of rope attached to them, with a hook tied on the other end. That little piece of metal dug into the waistband of Beatrix’s diaper, hiking it up and back in a permanent–and painful looking–wedgie.

But her discomforts didn’t end there. A handful of townsfolk had gathered, each tossing a bit of money into a bucket by her pillory, before being handed a paddle by one of the two men and going to town on poor Beatrix’s now reddened rear.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Sto-ah-AH-op!” Beatrix whined, tears in her eyes.

“Goodness,” Flutters sheltered herself behind Sunset as they approached. Hands on her partner’s arm, she peeked over her shoulder.

“Geeze…” Sunset had to admit, this looked bad. Of course, she knew it was just another kinky situation for the player of this game to enjoy, but with all the NPCs personified so much and with Beatrix in particularly squirming and crying, it was kind of hard to watch. She looked to the two men as the spanking continued. “What’s going on here?”

“Ah, new customers?” The taller of the two stepped forward, his red mustache twitching as he smiled. “Step right up. One BP per spank.”

A new townsperson NPC chucked a few bronze coins in the bucket, taking the paddle as Beatrix begged for mercy. “Nonononono–AH!”

“This is cruel, you can’t do this!” Sunset insisted.

“Oh, but we can. Little Beatrix here didn’t pay her tab, so now she has to work off her debt,” the other man, un-mustached, jumped in.

“Couldn’t you just have her scrub dishes or something?” Flutters asked. “This is… oh my…” Her face was red.

“The Magnificent Beatrix does not scrub dishes,” Beatrix fired back with disdain. More paddling shut her up.

Sunset gritted her teeth and looked away during the spanking. “So she just has to stay here until she’s paid off… how much exactly?”

“Two GP and twenty SP,” Mustache grinned. “Though Beatrix is quite infamous around town. Plenty of people want a piece of that ass, if you know what I'm saying. Shouldn’t take her that long to pay up. Right, sweet cheeks?” Beatrix whimpered from the pillory.

Sunset did some quick mental math and nearly fainted at the prospect of that many spanks. Poor Beatrix wouldn’t be sitting for weeks after she was done.

“W-What if we paid it off?” Flutters asked. “I… I have a few coins. I could…” Her tone and the way she trailed off implied she was much too poor to rescue Beatrix from this predicament.

“Well, if you’re so inclined, I won’t stop you,” Mustache said.

“I don’t take–AH!–charity!” Beatrix shouted.

“B-But…” Sunset held up a hand to silence Flutters. She walked over to Beatrix, squatting to be eye level with her.

“I have enough money to get you out of this,” she said seriously. Beatrix flinched with each spank, but seemed to be listening. “But if I buy your freedom, you have to join my adventuring party. What do you say?”

THWACK!

“Errgh!” Beatrix bit back tears as the NPC behind her finished off with their spanks. That was the last one, for now. More NPCs would undoubtedly come back for round two. “I… I don’t lend my spectacular talents to mere adventurers. I’m the greatest sorceress in the world.”

She’s definitely Trixie, alright. Sunset sighed. This was the best party she could scrape together? “Look, I’m not trying to be charitable. I’m hiring you,” Sunset said.

Beatrix’s eyebrow shot up. “Oh?”

“Consider paying off your debt an advance. You’ll get more money when my quest is done.”

“How much more?” Beatrix asked.

Sunset reached into her pocket and withdrew the five gold coins she still had. Beatrix’s eyes sparkled greedily.

“Deal!” She shouted. She squirmed against the stocks. “Now get me out of here!”

The two men took Sunset’s money without any hand wringing and freed her from the pillory and her eternal wedgie. Beatrix grabbed for her clothes with a huff, and dressed herself almost magically fast.

She had dark blue pantyhose that came up and over her diaper, the first female character Sunset had seen so far with any modesty. A purple onesie with a built in cape covered her torso, with matching booties below. She had a purple witch’s cap with a blue and yellow star pattern on it to complete the look.

“Finally,” Beatrix breathed in relief.

“Yay!” Flutters clapped softly, welcoming their new party member.

“Try to remember to pay your tab next time, Beatrix,” one of the two men yelled as they made their way back to the tavern, bucket of coins jingling along the way.

Beatrix made a rude gesture with her hand which seemed rather adult for this game. She also blue a raspberry, so that balanced it out a bit.

“Now then.” Beatrix turned to Sunset. “What is this so called ‘quest’ you’ve hired the Magnificent Beatrix for? Want me to find your missing paci? Need a chaperone for the kiddie pool?”

“We’re going to lift the Cozy Curse,” Sunset said, figuring that would cut off her stupid teasing.

A hushed silence fell over the party. Flutters eyes widened, shock apparent in the way she seized up. She’d been in the dark about what her new party member had wanted to accomplish until now, and seemed to be barreling toward a panic attack over it.

Trixie was no better, her arms hanging limp at her side as her jaw dropped. Eye twitching for a moment, it seemed like she was waiting for Sunset to reveal it was all a joke. And when she didn’t…

“Wait!” Trixie screamed at the two tavern workers, running back over to them. “Stop! Put me back in the pillory, dammit!”