Chapters Sunset shut her locker with a shaky hand. It felt like she couldn’t catch her breath. Everything felt tight.
The diaper especially.
She’d fought tooth and nail that night to get it off. To the point where she’d run out to a twenty-four hour convenience store at three a.m. to buy a lighter and torch the damn thing. But nothing, not flames nor knives nor squirrels (don’t ask), managed to get the accursed garment off of her. Nothing had even scratched the delicate plastic.
The only thing she hadn’t done was turn the game back on. Mostly out of fear for what else it could do to her.
Eventually she’d heard birds chirping outside her window, and the morning sun soon followed. And it was Friday, meaning she had to go to school.
Sure she didn’t have to go to Canterlot High. She could’ve stayed home. But, her past self just loved to ruin her life, because she skipped so many times during freshman and sophomore year that she was on some kind of watch list in the system. Unless she had a doctor’s note, she had to come to class or risk suspension.
And since she couldn’t get that poofy cloud off her butt, it was coming to class too.
Sunset tugged at the hem of her skirt. She’d wanted to opt for pants today, less risk of a stray breeze or other nonsense exposing her that way, but she had nothing that could fit overtop the padded monster devouring her hips. She couldn’t even close the zipper on most jeans, let alone button them.
So skirts it was, and because she’d never thought ahead to consider what would happen if she was wearing an unremovable diaper–like a fool–she’d only ever shopped for shorter skirts. Knee length was as low as they went in her closet, and there was no time to run and buy something better.
It at least did it’s job and hid the bulge. But the crinkling sounds and the waddle were up to her to cover up.
Stiff, slow steps were the best she could manage. There was no way to truly get rid of the crinkling noise, but there didn’t need to be. The hallways of Canterlot High were always rancorous, which was exactly what she needed. If she could get to each class before the bell rang, she could sit down under the cover of the noise too. Then she just had to remain perfectly still during lessons.
And it had been working. Even lunch hadn’t been so bad thanks to the background cafeteria noise. She’d been able to chat with the girls–while awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Rainbow Dash–and make it through. There’d been brief, fleeting seconds where she’d been able to forget she was trapped in a diaper.
These past couple thousand seconds hadn’t been some of them though. Because now Sunset needed to use the bathroom.
She brought her legs together, biting her lip to avoid focusing on the ache. This was always going to be a hurdle, she just wished she could deal with it in private. Not in school where hundreds of kids were milling about to hear. To see.
Come on, shut up! She begged her bladder as it begged for release. One more class. Just one more class and she was home free! She’d already made up some excuse–she didn’t even remember what–to the girls so she could skip band practice. All she had to do was get through physics.
“You doing alright?” Rainbow Dash pulled up alongside her, arm leaning against the locker doors.
“Uh–” Sunset was so surprised she nearly let go then and there. Thankfully she caught herself. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. What maid– MADE! …you think otherwise?”
Rainbow blinked incredulously at her. “Uh… cause you look like you’re about to cry in front of your locker?”
Did she look like she was crying? When Sunset blinked she could feel tears that had welled up. Oh…
The stress was really getting to her, then. The fear, the embarrassment… Even though she was certain no one had noticed her diaper, she’d definitely gotten a few gray hairs today from the worry they might.
“Nah, I’m good.” She wiped her eyes to prove how good she felt. Definitely not covering up anything by doing that.
Rainbow’s brow furrowed, but before she could say more the bell rang. Sunset’s eyes widened in fear upon realizing she didn’t have long before the noisy hallways would descend to silence. She had to reach Ms. Harshwhinny’s class before then.
“Sorry, gotta go!” Sunset spat the words out and ran. Thank goodness she didn’t share this next class with Rainbow, or any of the girls for that matter.
She was forced to squeeze her legs together to avoid a top speed toddle, and it pressed her diaper into her privates when she did. The way the padding grazed her clit made her shoulders tense up. Inadvertently she thought back to the game, and the way her character had looked when she’d been felt up for a diaper change… as though she had enjoyed it.
Oh God… Sunset pushed the thought down. She did not feel that way about diapers. It was just an unfortunate consequence of being touched down there.
She was afraid she’d have to boot the game back up at this point. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to break the magic’s curse on her if she didn’t. But internally she refused. The consequences could be too great. There had to be some way to get out of this diaper without resorting to that.
—-
“Laminar flow is what happens when water particles move in all parallel lines.” Mrs. Harshwhinny’s dry erase marker squeaked as she filled in a diagram on the board. “Most fluids behave this way under specific circumstances. Meanwhile turbulent flow–” more marker squeaks “--is what happens with water, or any fluid really, moves in chaotic ways. Rushing and dribbling and sloshing all about, like this.”
Sunset was going to bite her lip in two. Fifteen minutes into class and all this talk about flowing water had brought her to the brink. She’d risked bringing her knees together, despite the sound it made, and that still wasn’t enough. Both hands pressed over her skirt, she could tell she was fighting a losing battle.
“All streams of water fall into one of these two camps.” To demonstrate, Mrs. Harshwhinny picked up a glass of water, pouring it into an empty one.
Sunset screamed internally. She couldn’t look away, and the sight of the running water made her body shudder. Violent spasms soon followed.
Her eyes squeezed shut from the strain, but she could hear the pouring, splashing, filling glasses.
Stars have mercy, please stop! She begged.
At this rate she was going to… going to…
Mrs. Harshwhinny set the glass down. Mercy. Sunset relaxed a bit. “That was laminar flow. It’s more readily apparent over short bursts. But over longer distances..” Shepicked the recently filled cup and held it high, before tilting it down to fill the emptied cup.
Sunset tried to bite her tongue in half. She couldn’t clench fast enough this time. A dribble of pee started escaping. And she couldn’t stop it.
Eyes bugging out of her head she jumped up, knocking her chair over. Mrs. Harshwhinny, and the entire class, looked over at her. Watching her. As she pissed herself.
“Sunset, kindly take your seat and—“
“Bathroom!” Sunset yelled, flailing towards the door. “Gottausethebathroom!”
She bolted from the classroom, leaving a dumbfounded teacher in her wake. No classmates had gotten a look at her diaper, but Sunset’s cheeks burned as a few giggles chased her into the hallway. She did come off as pretty ridiculous just then.
Psshh
She could hear her stream now. Laminar flow no more; this was turbulent! Sunset’s only thought was reaching the nearest toilet. She had to get out of this diaper before all her pee was emptied into it.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpered under her breath. Was it to her bladder, asking it to stop the deluge currently happening? Or to the diaper, begging for it to come off this time?
It didn’t matter. When Sunset roundhoused the bathroom stall open and tried to pry the padded prison from her waist, it didn’t let go.
“No!” Sunset begged. “Please, just let go!”
But the diaper remained steadfast. Sunset could only watch as the fluffy crotch stained yellow. Her inner thighs felt the soggy, warm embrace of urine-soaked padding. Eventually she could feel the tap run dry. A few dots of pee piddled into the soaked, now sagging diaper. It settled against her body, as a whiny sob shuffled past her lips.
Sunset was crying. She’d peed her diaper, and now she was crying over it.
She locked the stall door and huddled on top of the toilet to hide her feet. She wanted no one to find her like this, even if it meant squishing her used diaper as she sat on top of it. Wasn’t like it could make her cry more.
Tears streamed down her face, sobs wracked her body. Sunset covered her face with her hands to wail, to cry, and eventually, to sniffle.
The bell came and went. The day was over. But Sunset couldn’t bring herself to leave the stall.
She spent a long time trying to get a grip on herself, struggling to justify what had just happened. That it didn’t mean anything, that she’d been forced to do it, that she was still an adult. Even soaked beyond reason, the diaper still wouldn’t come off, leaving her stuck in her piddled pampers for who knew how long.
Eventually, she came to an inescapable conclusion. The only way as far as she could see to get out of this soggy diaper for good.
She would have to play the game again.
——
Sunset made it home, neither her eyes nor her diaper dry. She slammed the door shut behind her, almost sinking to the ground. Only the threat of how it would feel kept her from doing so.
Waddling home in a pee-filled diaper had felt like forever. It was her own fault for missing the bus but there was no way she was getting into a crowded, yellow vehicle with her crowded, yellow diaper. So walking, toddling really, was her only option. She’d been forced to endure the squishes and crinkles that came with it.
“I hate you,” she mumbled at the cursed, infantile garment. It squished in response as she moved forward.
If anything, anything , good could be said about today, it was that she’d gained the resolve to play that video game again. At this point, it was clear she’d have to if she wanted to get out of this diaper. Most likely she’d have to beat the game in order to free herself from its curse. But Sunset desperately hoped she’d merely have to unequip her character’s diaper or something like that first.
She knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but she had to hope.
Fighting exhaustion, she trudged to her bedroom, and the X-station within. Considering her lack of sleep, she really shouldn’t be doing this now. But there was no way she was going to take a nap in a wet diaper. Aside from that fact that she doubted she could get ten winks with this thing on, let alone forty, just the thought of sleeping with this thing on made her feel like a baby. And given she was in piddled pampers, that was not a feeling she had in short supply. Nor was she a fan of it.
squish squish squish
Finally in front of her console, Sunset found herself hesitating. After all, she didn’t want her situation to get any worse . But she also knew it wasn’t going to get any better if she didn’t do something. She didn’t want her whole weekend to be spent in a wet diaper. Not to mention if she needed to use it again…
Sunset shook her head, putting that thought out of her mind. All she had to do was play a game. It was just a game. It’s not like it was going to hurt her or anything.
“Alright, you…” she said, booting up the console. The start screen for Pampered Princess greeted her yet again and she clicked continue.
Last night’s screen came up, complete with Rainbow the maid’s same dialogue box from earlier. “Now hurry and get dressed. Your mother has requested to see you in the throne room first thing today.”
“Yeah, as if.” Sunset said. The in-game mother could wait. She was going to figure out how to get her character undressed now.
When she clicked past the dialogue box, Sunset got her first glimpse of movement for the game. She could make her princess self walk around, jiggling animation making it more off-putting then it should have been. No camera control, so it seemed like that was doomed to be fixed. She even found the jump button, and hopped a few times.
“Okay.” She waddled her princess over to the closet, which got a soft yellow highlight as she approached. Following the button commands she opened it and a menu came up. A simple, no-frills list of the closet contents, which was just a bunch of “Princess Outfit”s with varying colors next to each option. They were probably all just palate swapped versions of the same thing; the illusion of choice.
She went with the seafoam green variant. The menu disappeared and she got an alert telling her to open her inventory. Following the button prompts, Sunset was greeted with her first hope to get free. A character outfit menu showed up, showing off her digital self’s full nearly-nude glory. A number of equip slots made themselves known. Head, Mouth, Body, Hands, Feet. But the one Sunset was most interested in–and most relieved to see–was the one at her character’s hips: Diaper.
Ignoring the on screen directions, she tapped the unequip button over the diaper slot. She wasn’t sure what she expected. Maybe the soggy padding around her pelvis would vanish? (Hopefully taking her pissy shame along with it). Or at the very least it would let her pull the diaper off herself. Instead, she got neither of those things, as a little prompt appeared in the top corner of the screen.
You can’t unequip your diaper.
Sunset’s heart sank. “You’re kidding me!” she yelled at the screen. Her controller nearly flew into the screen. The only thing holding Sunset back was the desperation to get out of this wet diaper, which would only be made more difficult if her TV was broken.
“You knew this was a possibility,” Sunset whispered under her breath. Had to manage those expectations. “You always knew.”
Maybe she’d get the ability to unequip her diaper some other time. Or maybe she really would have to beat the game in order to finally take this stupid thing off. One thing was for sure; what she’d been hoping for was too easy to be true.
Indignant fingers tapped a few buttons, and the princess outfit equipped itself to her character. Mercifully, Sunset didn’t find herself suddenly wearing a poofy seafoam dress. Not that it would matter too much right now. It couldn’t be worse than the squishy padding assaulting her privates.
When she closed the menu, another hand hold-y prompt appeared. Following it, Sunset opened her Quest Log. There was plenty of empty space, and even a whole extra page dedicated to side quests. As if , Sunset thought. Though learning how much content there was in this game only made her heart sink. Just how long until she was free?
The only quest so far was the incredibly basic: Go see your mom. Closing down the menu, Sunset found the game left her to her own devices for a change. She could move around on her own, dress stiffly following her movements. It seemed the vast majority of attention had been paid to the jiggle physics, which weren’t slowing down even with her character’s boobs covered. Jumping only made it worse.
You gotta be kidding me. Sunset was happy she didn’t go for the larger size at this point, hard mode be damned. She was pretty sure this game couldn’t be that challenging anyway.
She tried talking to the maid character again, just to see if any important text came up.
“Honestly Princess,” Rainbow said. “You can’t need another change already. Go see the Queen.”
I could, actually , a bitter part of Sunset’s brain thought. She shifted in her cold, damp diaper. It was perpetually uncomfortable, no matter what position she ended up in. She should really stop moving in it too; her face cringed into nothing but wrinkles from the sensation.
After what felt like an eternity, Sunset could finally leave her character's bedroom. She piloted it out into the hallway, eager, if for no other reason than she might be getting closer to getting this diaper off.
The textures and assets in the hallway were no more crude or sparse than that of her bedroom. Even for its stylization, this game was feeling its age. Sunset ignored all of it and just started walking down the hallway. There wasn’t even an objective marker or anything like that, so she really didn’t know where she was supposed to go to see the queen.
At the end of the hallway, a guard stood. He had far more modest clothing than either Sunset or the maid, probably by virtue of being a male character design. Though under his greaves was the tell-tale bulge of a diaper, so even the men in this game hadn’t been spared. She tried talking to him.
“Morning, Princess. Off to see her highness? I know you get lost a bunch, but it’s just down this way.” He pointed to the left. Bit of an obvious guide, but Sunset wasn’t going to complain.
When she reached the end of that hall, coming upon a pair of doors, the screen faded to black and a creaking door opening sound effect played. When it faded back in, a new cutscene had begun. Her character walked forward into what must have been the throne room.
Sitting on a throne, flanked by guards, was the person Sunset assumed was the queen.
She was tall, with pure white skin and flowing hair that sparkled pink. She was the first woman in this game who’s outfit actually reached down to hide her diaper. Though, Sunset could of course tell she was still wearing one. What else could that bulge be beneath her skirt?
Her dialogue box labeled her ‘Queen Majesty.’ She nodded a hello to the player character. “Princess.”
Two dialogue options appeared before Sunset. “Why did you want to see me?” vs. “What’s this all about?” Not much of a choice if you asked her. She selected the first one.
“I’m afraid your aunt has a… problem.” Queen Majesty’s character model put a hand to her head. “It seems she’s misplaced her regalia. Without it she can’t be seen in public, so I’m stuck doing all her work right now, on top of my own. Please help her find it.”
“That’s it?” Sunset’s character stamped her foot. “Mother, I’m far more capable than that. Why not give me some of Auntie’s work?”
Queen Majesty’s character model just stuttered. Sunset assumed that was supposed to be a laugh, given the facial expression she switched to, but this game’s cutscenes were so poorly handled she just couldn’t tell. Standing, the queen came over and patted Sunset’s character on the head. “Oh sweetie, be serious. You’re just a little baby who can’t even change her own diapers. I’d feel much better if you just help your aunt out, okay honey?”
The pet names felt demeaning enough, but the quip about being unable to change her own diapers was like a knife in the stomach. Sunset felt the cold grip of her soiled padding and shuddered. Can this tutorial be over with already?
No. No it could not be.
Instead, Sunset’s character pouted. “But I can do more. I bet I could even find a way to lift The Curse if you just–”
Queen Majesty did her weird, stuttery laugh again. “My, you sure are cranky today. Don’t tell me your diaper is full already.”
“Of course it’s n—“ Sunset’s character wasn’t allowed to finish. Queen Majesty slinked around her, lifting her skirt to expose the fluffy padding underneath. The camera made sure to give Sunset a good view as the queen slapped the rear of the diaper with her hand and squeezed.
“M-Mother!” Her character’s face flushed.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Sunset grumbled. These characters were mother and daughter for pity’s sake! If she wasn’t held hostage she’d shut the game off right now.
What kind of pervert even— she stopped herself and took a breath. If she got mad at every little fetish thing she’d never finish this game. Her piddled-in pampers compelled her forward.
“Seems you’re all clean. Good girl.” Queen Majesty gave her daughter a pat on the head. “Now please, just help your aunt.”
The game finally gave Sunset control again as the cutscene ended. She wasn’t kicked out of the throne room, so she walked around for a bit. Her Quest Log blinked, telling her to go see her aunt. The throne room had basically nothing to do in it as a way of encouraging that. Though there was another dialogue prompt with Queen Majesty.
“Get going, Princess. You don’t want me to have to spank you, now do you?”
There wasn’t a doubt in Sunset’s mind that there would be a secret spanking cutscene if she talked to the queen enough times. But she wasn’t going to test that theory.
Not even bothering with flavor text from the guards, she left the throne room to rush through the rest of the tutorial. The only thing sticking in her mind was references to ‘The Curse’. Whatever that was. Had she listened to the opening narration, she’d probably know. But it wasn’t hard to guess that it referred to the ‘Cozy Curse’ of the game’s title.
In regards to this aunt character, Sunset had no idea where to go. There weren’t any objective markers, so she was just left to wander. Wasting time was not preferable right now, however.
She ended up speaking to a few NPCs just hoping for a clue. The level design wasn’t exactly guiding her; it was more of a maze than Canterlot Castle!
Finally she spoke to the right guard and found the room for her character’s aunt. Trial and error would have eventually led her here. It was the only door with a knocking prompt instead of an open one.
“GO AWAY!” The text box screamed at her when she knocked. All question marks again.
“Auntie, it’s me.”
Sunset button-mashed her way through a few more dialogue boxes until the door finally opened. She got her first look at who the game dubbed “Aunt Lulu”. A tall woman with dark blue skin and sparkly, light blue hair.
This gave her pause. She hadn’t really considered the similarities before, but now they were starting to add up. Two royals who happened to be sisters? One blue and one white?
She glared at her X-station. Or more specifically, the game she knew was inside it. Maybe ‘Rainbow the Maid’ could be written off as a coincidence, but this was definitely a weird one. She hated that she was making a connection between these characters and the Princesses of Equestria too. Now she only saw Luna when she looked at Lulu.
By Starswirl’s beard, even their names are similar .
But a squish from her diaper reminded her why she was doing this. Sunset paid attention and hoped this tutorial-izing was almost over.
“Princess, it is good you are here,” Lulu said. “My regalia–”
“Mother already told me. You misplaced it?”
“Huff! Majesty would think that.” Lulu’s character crossed her arms, taking on an adorably pouty face. Between that and her tutu-like dress that showed off her diaper, she almost looked cute. “I misplaced nothing. It was stolen from me by a pack of slimes.”
“Eww,” said Sunset’s character.
“Indeed. Now you know why I have been reticent to simply retrieve it myself.” Lulu replied. “I was just relaxing on my terrace when they leapt out and took them from my body. They should still be in the garden. Come with me outside.”
The screen faded to black, coming back in on a scene near a series of rose hedges. Purple, gelatinous blobs bounced up and down, carrying a silver tiara and cuffs. Lulu and Sunset’s character walked in.
“There they are, those fiends.” Lulu stomped her foot angrily at them, the animation repeating over and over again, making her look exceedingly ridiculous. “Looking at them playing with my regalia like it’s some kind of toy.” She turned to Sunset’s character. “Princess, show them a lesson. You remember how to fight monsters, yes?”
A “Yes/No” prompt came up for Sunset to choose from. She was really just hoping to get through this slog of a tutorial at this point and hit Yes. This was the first battle anyway, surely she could figure it out.
“Hmm, okay then. But it looks like you need a weapon. Here.” Lulu’s model mimed handing something to Sunset’s character, who took it. A little jingle played, and a new text box appeared.
YOU OBTAINED A RATTLE
“Oh joy,” Sunset said out loud. Heaven forbid this game drop the fetish crap for two seconds.
“Now go get them!” Lulu commanded. “I shall support you from the sidelines. I’d rather not touch their gross, gooey bodies.”
Sunset was given control of her character once again. Walking around on the screen, she found herself wondering if this meant combat in this game was going to be real time. But when she approached the slimes a jingle played and the screen flashed white.
When it came back into focus, it revealed Sunset’s character on a battle screen, showing off her health bar as well as the hit points for the three enemy slimes. Each of them had a 3/3 symbol above their heads, while Sunset had 13/13. Her character was also holding the rattle Lulu had apparently given her. It was pale blue with a gold crescent moon on the side. It wasn’t much bigger than a regular rattle for a baby, so Sunset failed to see how this was a weapon.
Easy . She thought to herself. And this was supposedly hard mode? She almost laughed.
Below all the heath bars were her options. FIGHT | ITEMS | ALLIES | RUN. Lulu was also hanging out in the corner of the screen to observe the battle.
Turn-based it is. She never really struggled with this kind of combat, so Sunset was fine with it.
She selected ‘fight’, and only one option came up: Rattle Bash. Choosing it, Sunset was then given the option of hitting one of the opponents. She select the first slime on the list, the one holding her in-game aunt’s tiara, and expected one hit to be all it took.
Her character bounced over and swung the rattle. The slime’s health dropped to 2/3.
Sunset’s heart sank. “Oh come on!”
What happened next felt equally unfair. All three slimes each got a turn to attack her. The first one struck, reducing her health to 11/13.
“I’m weaker than slimes?!” Sunset shouted angrily. That just wasn’t right.
The next slime smacked her, followed by the third. They left her health at 7/13.
“This is garbage!” Sunset whined. If they did six points of damage every turn, she’d only get a few more attacks in. She’d be lucky to take out one of these bastards.
She had to be doing something wrong. Sunset checked her ‘items’ option, but there was nothing in her inventory for combat. She tried ‘run’ hoping that she could just flee the battle and the slimes would disappear on the overworld. But then in the corner Lulu angrily declared, “Hey, you can not turn tail yet! Why about my regalia?”
“Screw you, Lulu!” Sunset shouted. She wasn’t dying for a tiara.
Unfortunately, trying to run counted as her turn. The slimes all attacked again, and soon Sunset had just 1 HP left.
“This is ridiculous,” she groaned. The first fight–the tutorial no less–and she was going to lose. Suddenly the idea of beating the game to escape her wet pampers seemed a lot less plausible. Even if she played all weekend, would it work?
“Seems like you are running low on health. I can assist you!” Corner-Lulu insisted. The ‘Allies’ option glowed on screen.
Sunset figured this might just be scripted, and selected the Allies option. Lulu was the only target, and when selected two options appeared: HEAL | CANCEL. Sunset clicked heal.
Then she watched in abject horror as Lulu’s character model pulled down it’s dress to expose one of her bouncing breasts. Sunset’s character sheepishly approached, before placing her lips to Lulu’s nipple and suckling. Her health bar quickly shot back up to full.
Breastfeeding. You healed by breastfeeding.
Sunset nearly through her controller out the window. Face red she just looked away until the suckling animation finished. She felt dirty just being in the same room as this game.
With her health back, Sunset was able to attack again. That first slime had its health dropped by one more HP thanks a devastating swing from her rattle. This was still going to take forever.
Suddenly, the screen flashed with the phrase SPECIAL ATTACK. All three slimes moved at once. One off screen, and the other two leaping up to grab the wrists of Sunset’s character. They dragged her down to the ground, forcing her padded rear in the air.
Sunset guessed this was some kind of team attack she could expect to see future enemies do. The offscreen slime returned with a paddle it must’ve pulled out of hammer space. It delivered three painful looking whacks to the princess’s backside, all while she squirmed and cried out. She lost nine HP.
“Oh come on!” Sunset was forced to heal again, and then she finally took out the first slime. Six more agonizing turns helped her deal with the other two, but she had to keep spamming heals to stay healthy. She was sure the image of her character suckling on Lulu’s tits was going to wind up burned into her TV screen. It was a small miracle with the battle ended and she got enough XP to gain a level. She got the option to buff her defense, health, and attack stats when she did and Sunset immediately clicked attack. She’d need a lot to be able to take out future enemies if slimes were this hard.
A cutscene played at the end of the battle, with the Princess returning Lulu’s lost regalia to her.
“Oh thank you, Princess. You’ve done your kingdom a great service on this day.”
“I wish I could be doing more.” Sunset’s character bemoaned. “I know there must be a way to break the incontinence curse on Diaperia. But mother won’t let me help!”
“Truely? Well, Majesty has often been blind to your talents.”
“I wish there was a way I could prove to her I could do this. But she’d never let me leave the castle to actually do it.”
“Hmm…” Lulu smiled. “I might be able to help with that.”
Sunset winced as she leaned forward. Wet diaper be damned! It looked like they were almost done with the tutorial.
“What if I provide you with a secret way to sneak out? You could assume the role of an adventurer and solve this curse on your own!” Lulu suggested.
Two options came up. Sunset hardly read them, just picking the option that struck her as the affirmative.
“You’d really do that for me, Auntie?”
“Anything for the hero who recovered my lost regalia. Allow me.”
No animation played, just a fade out to black and then a fade right back in. Lulu and the princess were suddenly standing before a blue and white swirling vortex.
“Here,” Lulu suggested to her. “This portal shall take you to the Town of Beginnings just outside of the castle. It shouldn’t be hard to sneak past the guards from there and set off. Who knows perhaps you’ll make a few allies along the way. Lord knows you need friends.”
“Auntie!” Sunset’s character put her hands to her hips.
“Sorry, but it’s true. So what do you say, are you ready to start your journey?”
YES | NO
“Finally!” Sunset groaned. This tutorial had taken forever. She hoped the rest of the game was a little less hand hold-y. The less time she had to spend on that junk, the better.
She was a little concerned about the difficulty spike awaiting her. She’d barely gotten through the fight with the slimes. But it seemed like this game was also going to just throw allies at her like Lulu suggested. As long as she got a healer (and hopefully a less stupid method of healing) she felt she would be okay.
“All right, let’s do this.” Sunset said, clicking YES.
“I wish you the best, Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make up some excuse to give you a few days head start. I have a feeling Majesty will want you back once she finds out what we’re up to here.”
Sunset’s character just nodded and approached the portal. The devs couldn’t even be bothered to animate her entering it. Instead, the screen just flashed white.
“Here we go,” Sunset said, a little nervous. She had a feeling this ‘Brutal’ difficulty could live up to its name. But she was determined to escape this soggy diaper.
She waited a few moments for the screen to fade back in, but it was taking a while. Just what exactly was the game loading?
Then, the white light grew in intensity. Sunset had to shield her eyes as it grew almost violent. “Ah!” She didn’t even know her TV could get bright.
Then it started shaking, the room itself not far behind. Sunset tried to put a hand on her bed to steady herself, but it was rumbling like there was an earthquake, during her diaper in to quite the noisemaker.
Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish
“What’s happening?!” She cried out. Was the Equestrian magic doing this?
She didn’t have time to find an answer. All of a sudden the harsh white light engulfed her.
And then everything went black.
Author's Note
No points for guessing where this is going
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!”
“You’re insane! You’re insane, you’re insane, you’reinsaneyou’reinsaneyou’reinsane!”
Beatrix paced angrily outside the gates of the Town of Beginnings. Her jaw was clenched hard enough to crush diamonds, and the way she ground her teeth back and forth was almost as grating as her constant denigration.
“You’re actually insane!” Beatrix finished, halting her pacing so she could point at Sunset accusatorially.
“Are you done?” Sunset only raised an eyebrow, crossed arms hanging loosely under her breasts.
“Um… Sunset, are you sure you want to make breaking the Cozy Curse our first quest?” Flutters asked, voice a squeak. “Wouldn’t you like to do something more… possible, first?”
“The Magnificent Beatrix will not risk life and limb for a fool’s errand. Money be damned!” She crossed her arms, pointedly turning her nose up as she showed her back to Sunset.
“Come on!” Sunset groaned. They’d already walked outside the town with her. Why would they do that if they were going to turn their backs on her anyway?
It had to be scripted. She bet normally the game would give her a few dialogue prompts, with one of them convincing the NPCs to stick with her. Only she didn’t know what that dialogue could be, so they might be here a while. And she was not looking forward to that.
“It’s v-very d-dangerous…” Flutters seemed like her constitution was about as weak as her real world counterpart’s. With shaking knees, she pleaded with Sunset. “The witch who cast the curse… they say she’s one of the most powerful beings in all of Diaperia. She’s lived hundreds of years and hasn’t been seen outside of her dungeon in decades…”
“So you know where she is then?” Sunset asked. “Perfect, lead the way.”
“Eeep!” That was clearly not what Flutters had been hoping to hear.
“You’re a fool and this is a fool’s errand,” Beatrix huffed, repeating herself.
Gosh, what am I supposed to do? Sunset wanted to groan. What did she know about Beatrix and Flutters that could convince them to help her? Well, really what did she know about Trixie and Fluttershy was the question. Hmm…
“Are you saying the Magnificent Beatrix isn’t great enough to handle this quest? Maybe you aren’t all that powerful a sorceress.”
Beatrix’s brow furrowed. “The Magnificent Beatrix is plenty great and powerful! No quest is too much for her!”
“Not even this one?” Sunset adopted a bemused smirk. “Because just a few minutes ago it looked like you were about to piddle your pampers over it.”
Beatrix’s face burned. “Never! You have no idea what you’re talking about!” She stamped her foot angrily.
“U-Um, maybe we should all just calm down,” Flutter’s suggested. Sunset held up a hand to silence her.
“I’m starting to think I shouldn’t let you on this quest at all,” she told Beatrix. “After all, the glory that comes with lifting the curse should go to people who deserve it.”
“I do deserve it!” Beatrix yelled. “And I’ll prove it to you, right here, right now!”
Beatrix clapped her hands together. When she pulled them apart something appeared between them. It was a pale pink plastic staff, expanding to fill the gap as she pulled her hands back. When it was fully formed, she grabbed and twirled it around, pointing it at Sunset. It was almost impressive, but the ornament atop the tip of the staff deflated it.
It wasn’t adorned with an ancient looking gem, or an interestingly carved pattern; things you would expect to see on a magic staff in a fantasy game. Instead Beatrix’s staff instead culminated in a ring stacking game for babies. The base of it had a wide red ring, and it marched through the rainbow to reach the small purple one up top. Sunset sighed. Nothing about this game allowed her to forget how utterly kinky it was.
“Fight me!” Beatrix declared.
“P-Please don’t!” Flutters begged.
“Sure,” Sunset said, pulling out her rattle. This seemed like the only way to convince her to join their team. She had to make sure her new party member could fight, anyway. The game’s hard mode promised to be unforgiving.
“Oh my…” Flutters backed up to give them space, squeezing her rabbit partner in worry.
Sunset found herself wondering if combat was still going to be turn based. So much else about the game both had and hadn’t changed, and it felt like it could go either way. She got her answer when Beatrix launched her opening attack.
“Hiyaa!” She swung her staff, flinging the purple and blue rings from the top. They soared and curved through the air in a way that defied physics. Magic.
So this is her power. Sunset swung her rattle widely, hoping to knock both of them out of the air. They split off, each circling around her. Sunset found nothing was stopping her from swinging again and aimed for the blue ring. Real time combat it is.
She connected, bashing the ring backwards. It recovered, spinning like a flying saucer before whirling out of reach.
Sunset held her rattle up in a guard stance. So far the rings didn’t seem dangerous, but she had no idea what they were capable of. Beatrix gladly demonstrated.
Outstretching her hand, she clenched it into a fist. The rings launched toward Sunset. Not matter where she turned her head, one was always in her peripheral vision. Running out of time, she swung at the purple one. It dodged her rattle, and went for her wrist.
“Look out!” came a helpful cry from Flutters, who was peeking through her fingers at the fight.
Suddenly, the plastic morphed. It looked more like rubbery goop, molding around her wrist before settling back to its usual shape, wrapped around her like a handcuff.
“Wha—?” Sunset didn’t have time to react, the blue ring duplicating the action on her other wrist, squeezing tightly as it settled into place.
Sunset looked up at Beatrix, wide-eyed. She saw the familiar smug face Trixie always bore. Pointing with two fingers, Beatrix twirled them in a circle. Sunset’s arms moved on their own, pulled by the plastic rings. They were forced behind her back, and no matter how much she tried to move them they refused to cooperate. She was bound.
“Errgh! Hey!” She shot an accusatory glance at Beatrix, all but shouting how unfair this was.
With a grin, Beatrix slashed the air with her staff, sending the green ring from the stack flying at Sunset. Then one hit her neck before she could even think to dodge, warping and schlorping around her neck, until she was wearing it like a collar.
“Hmmph.” Beatrix couldn’t help a cocky grin, and pointed down.
The ring-collar pulled Sunset toward the ground. She yelped, ending up on her knees and dropping her rattle. She tried to stand, but it was like an elephant was wrapped around her neck, weighing her down. With a defeated huff, she glowered up at Beatrix as the sorceress waltzed towards her.
“Had enough?” Beatrix asked.
Sunset snorted through her nose, blushing. Her pride had taken a hit, and it was about to endure another one. “Yes…” she admitted.
She’d been trying to position herself as the leader of this little team, and by all rights she should be as the only player character here. But now… she’d just humiliated herself in front of both girls. It might be a little hard to command their respect after this.
“So, is the Magnificent Beatrix ‘great and powerful’ enough for you?” She twirled her staff, before dangling the end with the remaining three rings in front of Sunset’s face. She gulped, not willing to learn what else Beatrix could make her do with them.
“You are,” she said. But then a wry smile latched onto her face. “Congratulations, you’ve earned your spot on the quest.”
“Yes I…” Beatrix stiffened for a moment, realizing she’d been tricked. “You little–!”
Sunset almost laughed, but caught herself. That smile of hers disappeared as Beatrix stamped her foot in a temper tantrum. After all but demanding a chance to prove herself, the sorceress had ensured she’d be helping them to lift the Cozy Curse, the exact thing hadn’t wanted to do in the first place. And now, Beatrix’s pride wouldn’t let her back down.
Sunset’s manipulation had worked, even though she lost. And that realization depressed her. Geeze… I’m still acting like the old me. Between her theft of this game and now this, she was starting to feel like maybe she hadn’t changed as much as she thought she had.
“Well, fine!” Beatrix declared. “But my fee has gone up! If you want my help saving the world it’ll cost you double.”
“Okay, okay,” Sunset demanded. That was fine; as long as she grabbed some extra cash before the final dungeon Beatrix could be paid. At this point, Sunset was more concerned with getting back up. She still couldn’t stand, even if she tried. “Now will you let me go?”
Still nursing a bruised ego, Beatrix leapt to a mischievous smile. “Not yet.” She turned around and undid the hatch of her onesie. “As punishment for losing to the Magnificent Beatrix, I demand you–” She pulled the seat of her pantyhose down, exposing her shapely padded rear. “–Kiss my ass!”
“What?!” Sunset shouted. She bared her teeth angrily. All of a sudden she felt a lot less guilty about manipulating Beatrix.
“You heard me.” The corners of Beatrix’s lips practically curled. “Kiss my ass.” She gave her diapered bottom a spank, and pushed it closer to Sunset, who turned her nose away.
“Ugh…” She couldn’t believe the game was forcing a scenario like this on her.
…Well, actually she could. But that didn’t mean she had to like it. With the way Beatrix was talking, she had a feeling that line of dialogue would just repeat over and over again until the command was satisfied. Not to mention the plastic rings holding her in place didn’t feel like they were going to let up anytime soon. “F-Fine!”
Sunset puckered her lips, eyes squeezing shut and face wrinkling over as she inched towards Beatrix’s padding. Her cheeks flared in embarrassment. With the lightest of touches, she gave the fluffy diaper a peck and retreated.
“Oh come on,” Beatrix rolled her eyes. “That’s not a proper kiss. Try again.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. Sunset should’ve known that wouldn’t work. This time she centimetered towards the seat of the diaper, wincing as her lips made contact. Her whole face was pink, and she was barely touching it. And she didn’t stop there. Her face pressed all the way into the plush bottom, planting the deepest kiss she could manage on Beatrix’s butt, and nearly suffocating herself in the process.
“Mwuahh!” She pulled back, gagging just from the fact that she had to do that.
“That will suffice.” Beatrix tapped her staff on the ground, the rings binding Sunset suddenly flew off and returned to their place on the stack.
“Gah! Finally.” Sunset pushed herself up, rubbing her neck and looking disdainfully at Beatrix. She was pissed off, but even then found it hard to blame the character before her. She was just an NPC after all. This game’s developers were the ones responsible for making her do stuff like that. And the Equestrian magic probably only made it worse.
She retrieved her rattle. Fat lot of good Auntie Lulu’s weapon had done her; she’d need to get something better soon.
But, at the very least, she’d proven Beatrix was competent. Probably moreso than her real world counterpart, given how prone to disaster Trixie often was. Or maybe Sunset was just that bad at fighting. Not a comforting thought in her current situation.
“You… you’re really going to go with her?” Flutters asked now that the two had kissed and made up.
“It would appear I am.” Beatrix crossed her arms. She didn’t look happy about it, but it seemed Sunset was over this hurdle finally.
“I guess I’m going too…” Flutters lost all will to resist without someone to agree with her. More convenient for Sunset that way, at least. She didn’t want to get into another fight after that disaster. But even so, she knew what Beatrix was capable of, but not her other teammate.
“So, what can you do?” She asked.
“M-Me?” Flutters looked down at herself with disappointment. “I… I’m not all that special. I just have a little support magic is all. Healing, stat boosts… stuff like that.” She pointed to her kitty ears, which seemed to fold down with her mood, despite being fake. “A-And these let me communicate with animals. So, um… there’s that.”
“Lame,” Beatrix said. Sunset elbowed her.
“That’s perfect,” she told Flutters. They were going to need someone who leaned towards the support class as far as future enemies were concerned. But she did find herself hoping Flutters’ healing magic was different from what Lulu’s had been. She shuddered at the memory, thankful she hadn’t been inside the game at that point.
“So… look,” she said. “I’m kind of new to… a lot of this. I’m not from Diaperia originally.” Technically the truth, even if her character was the princess. “I’m not really sure how to go about breaking the Cozy Curse. I guess what I’m saying is… I’m open to suggestions.”
“And this quest just keeps getting better,” Beatrix sassed. She got elbowed again for her trouble.
“Well,” Flutters said. “Not to be rude, but… I think you’re going to need better equipment than just that rattle before we do anything.”
Sunset looked down at her weapon, in total agreement. Something better would help against the enemies they would undoubtedly face. “Sounds good. Anything else? I can’t imagine it’s as easy as strolling up to the witch’s dungeon and kicking down the door.”
“Of course not,” Beatrix told her. “The dungeon is sealed with an ancient spell. Almost no one knows how to open it. And what’s more, legend has it the witch can’t be defeated through mere mortal means. Unless we can find a way to actually hurt her, our fool’s errand is more of a fool’s goose chase.”
“Right…” Sunset wanted to groan. So that was the plot. Who knew how many dungeons, mini-bosses, and sub-quests they’d have to go through just to get the two things they needed to have the privilege of facing the big bad. This game was going to be a long one, wasn’t it? Her gut sank at the prospect.
“We should head towards Pamperville for now,” Flutters suggested. “It's the oldest settlement in Diaperia. With all that history, there must be a clue to defeat the witch.”
“Perfect,” Sunset said. They had a direction, that was enough for now. She’d worry about how long this would take later. Right now, she had to start making any progress, otherwise she’d never get out. “Let’s move out, girls!”
She turned to wide open fields in front of them. A road stretched off into the horizon, with forests, mountains and more sitting in the distance. This was a console game from several generations ago, there was no way it had a fully fleshed out open world, and yet the magic that had sucked her in here seemed to have filled it out to at least be something on that level.
Her heart sank, realizing she’d have to cross all of this in real time.
…Please tell me this game has fast travel…
The game did not have fast travel. At least, not yet.
Sunset’s head slumped back as she waddled down the road. The crinkle crinkle of her diaper had become white noise after the last few hours, to the point where she barely heard it anymore. But she still wasn’t used to the wide gait it forced on her. Walking was a chore.
She’d fallen behind the other girls. Both of them seemed much more natural in their diapers, barely inhibited as they strode along. Sunset was mad that it made her jealous. Even so, she didn’t plan to stick around in this game long enough to get adjusted.
The sun had reached a peak. Noon time meant lunchtime, and Sunset’s stomach felt as hollow as her calves were sore. All she had on her was a sippy cup full of orange juice, though. And she was afraid to ask what kind of food Flutters kept in her purse. It seemed to be an infinite ‘pouch of holding’ type of deal. Just moments ago, when the sun had been particularly blinding in their eyes, she’d pulled out a pink parasol dotted with red hearts. She could have plenty of actually useful things tucked away in their too, food included. But at this point, Sunset already knew the only meals that would be available to her. And she was dreading it. So whenever stomach pangs gnawed at her, she sipped her OJ to placate it.
“How much longer to Pamperville?” She called out, already running up against a wall of exhaustion. Normally video games would let your avatar wander around endlessly without sleep. Why couldn’t the Equestrian magic have preserved that aspect of the game?
“We’re making good time,” Flutters promised. “Another day and a half of walking and we should be there.”
“Hooray,” Beatrix said dryly, raising her staff.
Sunset nearly passed out. A day and a half?! So this game kept her real world stamina, but also forced her to contend with real-world distances? That was so unfair!
“I hate it here,” she muttered under her breath. Despite her waddle, she tried to pick up the pace. She doubted she could handle much more of this, but maybe talking would pass the time.
“So,” she asked, only Flutters turning her head back. “You said you were planning to leave town before you even met me, right?” A nod. “What are you adventuring for?”
Flutters smiled. “I’m actually hoping to find the legendary Kitsune.”
“Kitsune?”
Flutters eyes sparkled as she began to talk about it. “A legendary nine-tailed fox! They say a Kitsune only appears before adventurers she would like to mother, and well…” She blushed. “I think being a little cub to a big mama fox would be fun.”
Sunset offered a polite smile, but internally rolled her eyes. That sounded like the kind of pervy idea a game dev would come up with for her. This was no doubt a side quest, probably with some secret ending for the character if the player went about completing it. She had no desire to know what kinky things that fox would do to Flutters if they went and found it.
“And you?” She asked Beatrix.
“I’m a sorceress for hire,” Beatrix said bluntly. “Friend to all those who can afford my skills.”
Some friend , Sunset thought to herself. Considering what Beatrix had recently done to her, despite being able to pay her, she would hate to be this woman’s enemy.
“What about you?” Flutters asked. “Why do you want to break the Cozy Curse so badly?”
Sunset blinked in surprise. “Uh… don’t you? Doesn’t a world without this curse sound better to you?”
“Oh… I don’t know,” Flutters admitted. “I’ve been diaper dependent my whole life. I was born with this curse, same as all of Diaperia’s natives. If it wasn’t stuck to me…” she gestured to her padding. “I’d probably still wear it anyway.” She blushed.
“Well surely you want to get out of it.” Sunset looked to her other ally.
“Of course I do! I’m not like all these babies in Diaperia. I used to be continent, you know!” Beatrix snapped angrily. “No one from my home country lives under this curse.”
“So… How’d you wind up here?” From the way other NPCs had talked, it seemed like anyone who set foot on Diaperia was doomed to a padded life. And it certainly seemed like Beatrix was not the type to voluntarily inflict this on herself. She was too proud.
“I barely know you. Why would I explain all the details of my magnificent backstory?” Beatrix huffed, turning her nose up to Sunset and looking away.
Right… Sunset sighed. So the game was saving that for a future event. Or maybe she would learn it if she maxxed out that ‘affection meter’ she’d briefly heard Precious mention. Sunset was a little curious.
But her curiosity would have to wait.
Hissss…
The noise made Sunset freeze in the road as her party members continued on. All of a sudden, she’d started peeing herself. No warning, no hint of pressure in her bladder. And yet, a ungodly amount of urine was splashing into her diaper right now.
“Wh-Wha…” Her face burned with a new blush. She felt hot pee soak her undercarriage. Her padding was efficient in soaking it all up, but hardly fast enough to keep up with her accident. No matter how much it absorbed, more just seemed to pour out of her.
It wasn’t until an eternity had passed that she finally felt herself slowing down, a warm puddle left in her diaper as it squished and settled beneath her.
You… You can’t be serious. Beatrix had just said it, but Sunset hadn’t put two and two together.
“I used to be continent.” Meaning, now, she was incontinent. Which meant the curse didn’t just force you into diapers, it took away your ability to avoid using them too.
Oh Celestia no! Sunset wanted to scream. She’d been expecting to be able to fight it, like she had back at school. Of course it was always going to be inevitable that she’d use her diapers again, but this time she didn’t even have a long build up period. No more resistance, no chance to come to terms with what was going to happen. Just one moment dry and the next sopping wet.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy said from up ahead. “Do you need a break?”
“Keep up, slowpoke,” Beatrix yelled at her.
“C-Coming!” Sunset called back. They hadn't noticed what she'd done. She forced herself to move, spreading her gait even wider to avoid her soggy diaper from touching her. Each step sent her leftover puddle jostling, and soon dry corners of her diaper soaked up the last of her accident like a sponge.
Sunset still couldn’t believe it. Her bladder was totally diaper dependent now. And probably not just it…
She wanted to cry again, but held back the tears. She wasn’t going to let this magic get the best of her again. She was going to be a big girl! I mean, an adult! She wouldn’t let something like piddling her pampers make her tear up.
But she was also too embarrassed to say anything.
Cheeks red, Sunset resumed her position a few steps behind the other girls. She was downwind, so the stale stench of her pee wouldn’t reach them. And she was far back enough that the subtle squishes of her diaper didn’t reach their ears. When she checked, she saw there wasn’t even a damp spot on the outside of her massive, poofy crotch.
Of course, she could and should tell them. It was the only way to escape her soggy padding. But at the same time, Sunset didn’t want to be changed. Fluttershy was one of her best friends. And Trixie, well, she was someone she knew at the very least. The thought of either of them cleaning up her pissy accident made her want to die, even if it was just in-game replicas of them.
No, she's tough it out for as long as she could. It was, in a small way, her attempt to take back some of the control stolen from her. She couldn’t decide when to use her diapers, but she could decide for herself when she was embarrassed enough for a change. Take that, game.
Their trek continued, Sunset suffering in silence the whole way. Eventually she learned how to keep her cringing to a minimum. Her similar walk of shame from school to home had prepared her for stuff like this. But still, she was never quite able to wipe the blush from her face. The squishing noise never quite faded into the background either and she was constantly gritting her teeth at the sensation of the wet padding against her skin. It got worse as it went from warm to cold.
Looking ahead, Sunset could see a building just off the side of the road. An inn for travelers? In that case, they might have a room for diaper changes. Sunset resolved to work up the nerve to ask for one as soon as they got closer.
“Oh no!”
Sunset looked back to her party upon hearing Flutters’ sudden distress. Her teammates adopted defensive stances. Beatrix whirled out her staff, giving it a white-knuckle grip.
Standing before them were five ruby colored slimes. Orbs of goo, jittering and bobbing in the middle of the road.
Crap. Sunset grabbed her rattle. She’d been holding out hope they wouldn’t have any encounters yet.
“What are they doing here?” Flutters sounded confused behind her fear.
“Beats me! Monsters aren’t supposed to attack if you stay on the road,” Beatrix clenched her jaw.
The slimes shivered and wobbled around, not looking half as threatening as the two adventures were acting like they were.
“They shouldn’t,” Flutters agreed. “Unless…” she turned around. “Sunset, did you go potty in your diaper?!”
Her face turned as red as her hair. She brought her thighs together instinctively, feeling a damp squish. “W-What?”
“You idiot!” Beatrix yelled back, taking Sunset’s defensiveness as confirmation.
“Excuse you?” Sunset glowered. “You’re acting like this is my fault!”
“Sunset, used diapers attract monsters, even in safe places like on roads,” Flutters informed her. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I-It…” Sunset’s face burned. Even in a world like this she could be shamed for using her diapers? “It was just a little pee! I didn’t know…”
“Tinkles are deadly outside of towns!” Beatrix reprimanded her. “Now get your soggy pamps over here! We’ve got a fight!”
Sunset bit her lip. Beatrix was right, they could chew her out later. But never did Sunset imagine this would be the consequence for holding off on a change! I just didn’t want to embarass myself in front of them, she bemoaned, running forward to stand side by side with Trixie.
They were in trouble too. Sunset had struggled with just three slimes before. And based on what Flutters had said about her own abilities, she wasn’t much of a fighter. Only Sunset and Beatrix could do damage here.
She glanced down and grimaced at her supposed attack-boosting onesie. Time to prove your worth .
The first slime made its move, leaping at her. Sunset prepared to swing her rattle like the world’s shortest bat. But Beatrix was faster. Outstretching her staff, all five plastic rings suddenly grew. They became a giant shield, that the slime rammed into, splattering and dropping to the ground before reforming.
“Don’t let them touch you!” Beatrix smacked it back to its group with a shield bash. It collided with another slime, the two merging and growing into a larger gelatinous mass.
“C-Careful!” Flutters yelled. “There’s five of them!”
“Yeah, I know!” Beatrix grumbled back.
Sunset didn’t understand the concern. There must’ve been something special about slimes when five got together. She didn’t want to find out what that was.
She raised her rattle, ready to bash the nearest one, when suddenly her diaper doubled in size. Her gait was forced to widen, lest she suddenly fall over. “What the—?!”
Looking down, she saw glittery yellow sparkles at her pelvis. Her onesie was bulging out way more that before, the padding underneath puffier too. Two of its buttons had snapped open, the last one struggling to hold on. Even the damp spot had changed, growing and thinning out as new layers of poof helped absorb her pee.
Beatrix got a similar burst of padding, her diaper suddenly stretching her pantyhose, though she barely paid attention. Her waist was also plagued by yellow sparkles.
Looking behind her, Sunset saw Fluttters with her hand outstretched, glittering in the same way Sunset and Beatrix’s diapers now were. “What are you doing ?!”
“Uh…” Flutters flinched. “C-Casting a defense buff. I’m sorry.”
Sunset sighed. This game’s mechanics were the worst.
She returned her attention the the fight, just in time to see Beatrix’s red ring slice a slime in half like a buzzsaw. The two mounds jittered for a moment, before glorping back together. A third slime wiggled in to join the two merged ones, that red orb getting bigger.
“We have to stop them!” Flutters cried.
“Attack already, Piddle Pants!” Beatrix yelled. Childish nicknames. She really was Trixie.
The large slime moved, slurping up a fourth one and growing even larger. Only the one Beatrix had damaged was left. It was possible she could kill it here and stop the big slime from collecting all five. Sunset aimed for it, raising her rattle over her head to strike.
But it scuttled away. Sunset’s rattle hit the dirt, and slime number five joined its brethren in the giant blob.
“No!” Flutters cried.
“I’m on it!” Sunset had gotten them into this mess, she’d get them out. Rushing toward the waist-high goop, she swung her rattle from the side to land a devastating blow.
But it never connected.
Something shot out of the slime’s body; goop taking the shape of a slender arm. A human hand grabbed her by the wrist. The fingernails were long and pointed.
“We’re too late!” Flutters cried.
The gelatinous blob jiggled and shuddered. As Sunset tried to pull her hand away she had a front row seat as it morphed into the figure of a human. Facial features, hair, big bouncing breasts… all of it made out of slime.
Sunset tried to pull away, but the slime hand tightened. Crying out, she dropped her rattle.
Then the monster… the woman… the slime-girl looked up, hitting Sunset with a sultry smile. She gasped.
It was like looking in a mirror.
The slime had taken the same shape as her, or rather her character model at least. There were definitely liberties, such as a much more ample chest.
“U-Uh, I don’t like this!” Sunset cried back to her party members. Now she understood what they had been so worried about. She started to turn her head. “A little hel—!”
The slime-girl grabbed her chin and snapped her head forward, forcing Sunset to face this red and gooey reflection of herself. She squirmed, but couldn’t get away from the sticky hold. Her free arm stayed limp at her side, afraid it would get stuck if it tried to attack this monster.
“Come to mama, little one.” The slime girl’s voice made the air steamy. She suddenly pulled Sunset in, locking lips with her.
“MMMPH!” Sunset stiffen as she was forced to kiss her mirror image.
The slime was warm. Sunset could feel her face heating up as the gooey, sticky lips of the monster swallowed hers. Her own face, nearly as red as the slime-girl’s by now, only got redder as the monster pressed her breasts against Sunset’s. Even through the fabric of her onesie, Sunset felt her boobs warm at the touch. Her nipples tingled, stimulated as slime started to seep through to touch them. Sunset moaned as she screamed, both muffled as the slime-girl kissed her even more deeply. It let her chin go, wrapping its hand around instead to spank her padded rear and take it in her grip. Sunset found herself grateful for the oversize padding all of a sudden.
Stop… her thoughts felt sluggish. Was she getting horny? A little bit, regrettably, but that wasn’t it. She felt… weaker. Like the life force was draining out of her. Then she realized that must’ve been exactly what was happening. This kiss was the slime-girl’s attack! She was draining Sunset’s HP!
“Mmm~” She closed her eyes, nearly losing consciousness then and there.
No… No! She tried to squirm, but it was useless. As the slime-girl pressed her up against her body, it acted like glue. Sunset was stuck everywhere she’d touched the slimy visage of herself. No amount of flailing would save her now!
I… I’m doomed, She realized. She was going to die in this stupid diaper game!
Whoosh! Sunset wasn’t dead yet.
The orange ring from Trixie’s staff flew just in front of Sunset, slicing off the slimey arms of the monster embracing her. They dropped to the ground and splattered, the slime-girl hissing. Sunset fell too, landing on her super poofy diaper.
Squish. She cringed as she gasped, her strength starting to return to her.
“Kill it!” Beatrix screamed, staying far out of the monster’s strike zone.
Sunset looked to her rattle on the ground, then up to the shrieking monster as it tried to regrow its arms. Anger creased her face. She wasn't happy with what it had just done to her.
Snatching her weapon, Sunset stood and bashed it across the slime-girl’s face. Her temple exploded on impact. Her body jiggled, headless for a moment before dissolving into a puddle. Sunset gasped, falling back to the ground with another squish.
She’d survived. Barely.
Her diaper returned to its usual size as Flutters canceled her spell and ran up, wrapping Sunset’s neck in a hug. “You’re okay!”
“Barely,” Sunset gasped. Her breath was still short, lips buzzing from the kiss. She shuddered, unable to believe that was actually a thing that had happened to her.
There was slime on her face, her lips, her onesie. But it seemed to lose its grabbing power with the monster defeated. It started slipping and falling off of her.
“Are you injured? I can heal you.” Flutters’ hand went to her chest, ready to pull the fabric down and expose a boob.
“No!” Sunset shouted. “Uh… no, I’m fine.” So much for having a different way to heal than Lulu. She was going to seriously have to avoid taking damage from here on out.
“You may praise the Magnificent Beatrix now.” Their final party member came forward, carrying herself proudly after that last minute save.
“Thank you, Beatrix.” Sunset was just glad she wasn’t being made to “praise” Beatrix’s padding again. She was grateful though. Despite being Trixie in basically all other respects, this character was actually competent. She had just saved Sunset’s life, after all.
“So that’s why you don’t want to face five slimes, huh?” She asked. They probably only had to deal with so many because of hard mode. There was no other explanation for a first encounter being that difficult.
Sunset felt doubly guilty. Not only had she set the difficulty like that, but she’d also gotten them in danger in the first place by not asking for a change. Sure, these girls were just a bunch of code and magic, but that didn’t mean she wanted to wantonly risk their lives.
“I’m sorry,” she told them both. “Can, uh… Can you change me now?”
“Of course,” Flutters smiled.
“Why didn’t you just ask for one in the first place?” Beatrix scolded her.
“I was embarrassed…” Sunset said, voice tiny. She hung her head in shame, like a toddler who knew they had done something wrong.
Beatrix rolled her eyes. “We all need diapers, Piddle Pants. Don’t be such a wuss about using them.”
Sunset nodded. She wondered how long it had been since Beatrix got involved in this curse. For such a prideful person to have accepted it, it must’ve been a long time.
She was distracted thinking about that. Flutters was busy looking through her bag for a clean diaper. Beatrix was still acting too haughtily to look down. None of them noticed the jiggling mass forming from the puddle of slime until it was too late.
A lone slime had survived Sunset’s attack, and when it saw and opening it leapt forward. As if on instinct, it dove for Sunset’s padding, exposed by her nearly open onesie flap.
“Ahh!” Sunset flinched and tried to kick it. Flutters gasped.
The slime started to seep into Sunset’s diaper, its fluffy layers absorbing the gooey creature with ease. The padding swelled, growing to nearly the size it had been under Flutters’ buff. Sunset squeaked and squirmed, feeling the diaper grow warm and even wetter as it took on a rosey tint.
In seconds, it was over. Sunset wriggled, gritting her teeth and her hot and slimey diaper. It was a sensation she doubted she’d have felt even if she’d pissed in her padding over and over again. The slime still seemed sentient, despite being absorbed. It settled into its new home, jostling her diaper and pressing the toasty, sopping, gooey padding up against her privates. It was just the right kind of stimulation to make her hot and bothered. Sunset’s face burned as her nethers tingled and stirred.
“W-What’s happening?!” She screamed. She raked her fingers over her padding but the curse assured she couldn’t remove it. The slime-diaper pulsated against her privates and she moaned. “G-Get it off!” She cried.
Flutters tried, but she too found it impossible. Not even the tapes were coming undone.
“Don’t bother,” Beatrix said to them. “You’ve been slimed, your diaper won’t come off that easily.”
“It wo—Ohhh ooooh! …It won’t?” Sunset asked meekly. From the way Beatrix put it, ‘slimed’ sounded like a status condition, like ‘poisoned’ was in other games. Did that mean…?
“I-I don’t have any Antidote Powder on me,” Flutters said, voice shaky.
It was as Sunset feared. She’d need some special item to cure this. As her slimey diaper continued to tease her, she bit her lip. “Isn’t there anything I can do? I’ve already peed in this thing. I don’t want to be stuck!”
“The only other way to get unslimed is to fill your diaper till it reaches capacity. Then the slime would be forced out,” Beatrix explained.
Sunset groaned, from both pleasure and consternation. Of course there was a mechanic like that in this game.
“Let’s go ask them!” Fluttershy pointed to the building Sunset had been eyeing earlier. There was a chance someone in there would have the item she needed to get free.
She bit her lip. Going in there would mean so many people would see her stuck in a slimey diaper. And they would hear her as it constantly edged her; all her moans and purrs would be the inn’s background music for a time.
“Let’s try it,” she decided. Being too embarrassed to ask for help had already got her into this situation. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake, mostly because she didn’t want to see how much worse it could get for her. She’d swallow her pride if it meant getting this diaper off.
“Okay.” Flutters and Beatrix helped her up, each offering a shoulder to keep her steady as they walked.
Both of them practically ended up carrying her to the inn, as Sunset was only made more horny by her now living diaper. Her moans only grew louder as she was brought to the inn.
Her first true battle had ended. And as awful as it had been, it wasn’t going to be even close to the worst one by the tine this was all over. Sunset could already tell.
Sunset had been forced to crawl around in a wet diaper too much today. Unfortunately for her, that injustice was going to continue for a while longer.
Gretchen tugged on her leash, forcing a yelp out of Sunset as she picked up the pace. The soggy insides of her pampers scraped against her skin, and she had to just grit her teeth and ignore it. Anytime she tried to stand, the griffon woman would just easily sweep her legs to force her back on the ground, followed by a swift spanking. Sunset’s cheeks were red from the last few attempts, the stinging sensation still present. She’d resigned herself to following Gretchen for now.
Each step brought them closer to Harpy’s Beak, the twin rock formation looking more and more sinister the closer they got. Anxiety made her slow down, but Gretchen was quick to let her know that wasn’t an option. Her neck felt like it was about to be ripped off with how hard she yanked the leash. Wincing, Sunset crawled faster.
Her party members were having about as good a time as she was. Flutters whimpered softly, dutifully keeping pace with Gilly while her head stayed pointed at the ground. Her diapered butt swished with each step, the yellow stain clearly visible.
Beatrix was putting up the most resistance, growing and tugging on the leash with both hands. Gabriella was putting up a real fight to drag her along. Beatrix’s knees dragged two long lines into the dirt at this point.
Biting her lip, Sunset wracked her brain. She was trying desperately to think of a way out of this. She eyed her rattle, now bouncing at Gretchen’s hip. A trophy taken in battle. Though, Sunset qualified as one too, she supposed.
Dammit… It wasn’t supposed to go like this! She was pretty sure this wasn’t some kind of cutscene either. Under normal circumstances, getting their butts kicked by the griffons would be a game over, right? Not only was their no patronizing ‘try again’ screen that would let her reset this nonsense, there was nothing at all! If the game considered it a game over, was it just going to let her rot as a pet for these women until its power went out? Surely there had to be something she could do…
They arrived at their new owner’s lair sooner than she would’ve liked. It was a cave cut into the side of one of the giant rocks. A short tunnel led to a wide open space, filled with treasure and crates of supplies. Sunset even saw a giant wagon had been shoved into this room, no doubt taken from the recent caravan they’d knocked off.
“Get in here!” Gabriella shouted, pushing the squirming Beatrix the rest of the way into the room.
“No!” Beatrix shouted as she fell onto the ground, a mix of dirt and hay. She scrambled to her feet and tried to run past Gabriella, but the woman stomped her foot on the end of Beatrix’s leash. With a choked cry, Beatrix fell on her crinkly rear.
Laughter. Gilly clicked her tongue. “Need a hand breaking that one, Gabs? I don’t think I’ll have much trouble with mine.” She rested a foot on the seat of Flutters’ diaper, earning a squeak from her captive.
“As if.” Gabriella knelt down, grabbing Beatrix’s face in a way that forced the girl to purse her lips. “I can handle her.”
“Errgh!” Beatrix cried out, flailing. Even though her struggles could easily lead to punishment, she wasn’t slowing down. Sunset had submitted, but she was trying to bide her time. Beatrix on the other hand…
“All right you big baby.” Gabriella mounted Beatrix. Her bulging jeans sat right on the mage’s diaper. As she yanked the leash again, her claw hand wrapped around the leather over Beatrix’s neck. “Let’s establish the ground rules.”
“Get off of me!” Beatrix yelled, squirming. She tried to push Gabriella off with her hands, failing. “You filthy, disgusting, mons–”
Gabriella bounced, humping Beatrix with a noisy crinkle. A lusty moan escaped the mage’s mouth.
“Rule number one: You don’t speak unless spoken to. And when you do speak, the last two words out of your mouth better be ‘Yes, Mistress’. Got that?”
Beatrix spat in her face. Gabriella squeezed her claw. “Got that, slut ?”
“Y-Yes, Mistress!” Beatrix coughed out, clearly only because she had too.
Gabriella smiled, wiping the spit off her cheek and flicking it back into Beatrix’s face. “Good. Rule number two–”
Flutters squeaked. Sunset pulled her attention away from Gabriella’s rule-giving to see what horrible fate had befallen her other party member.
She was pressed up against the carriage, feet dangling off the ground. Gilly held her there by her shoulders, leaning in as her captive turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I so rarely get the cute ones,” Gilly purred. The shudder it sent down Flutters’ spine was visible from across the room.
“I-I’m not really all that cute,” Flutters attempted. The closer Gilly’s face got the more she stiffened. “I-In fact, I–Mmmph!” She could say no more; Gilly pressed her lips against her mouth. Flutters went fully rigid for a moment, relaxing when she found her captor acting gentler than she’d expected. It was still a rough, dominant kiss. But it was just a kiss.
Sunset felt something fall on her back. Then something else. Looking behind her, she saw Gretchen had taken a seat, slapping her legs on the back of the crawling girl to use her as a footrest. She put her hands behind her head and leaned back in her chair, padding crinkling. She made no move to do anything else to her.
Sunset bit her lip. She couldn’t exactly complain when faced with the alternatives, but she didn’t like being a glorified ottoman. Still, not much she could do. If she tried to crawl away or stand up, punishment would surely come. She tried to do the one thing it seemed she was allowed to: talk.
“W-What are you going to do with us?” she asked.
Gretchen poked an eye open. Saying nothing, she took one of her crossed legs and pressed the sole of her shoe into Sunset’s wet backside. With a crinkle, a squish, and an ‘eep’ Sunset was put in her place. Her foot returned to resting. She took out a file now, and began to sharpen her talon fingers.
Sunset breathed heavily, a frustrating tingling sensation in her nethers. After all this time she still hadn’t gotten any release. Not that I’d want it with this wet padding on, o-obviously.
The punishment had been light, all things considered. She decided to try again, hoping for an answer this time.
“I just… I want to know how to, um… better serve you, M-Mistress…” She winced. Demure was not a natural tone for Sunset. The taste it left in her mouth was bitter. But she hoped maybe playing into what these griffon sisters seemed to want would get her somewhere.
“Hey Gilly.” Gretchen didn’t even open her eyes that time.
The Gilda doppelganger pulled her tongue out of Flutters’ mouth. “What?”
“Yours already pissed herself, right? Give her a change.”
“But...”
“Change her,” Gretchen barked. Now she had opened her eyes.
Sunset’s brow furrowed. So this was her punishment then? She had to watch Flutters get a fresh diaper while she stayed soaked in nearly day-old pee? Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut until they give us an opening.
Grumbling, Gilly obeyed Gretchen’s order. Sunset felt it was a cruel twist of fate that she seemed to have been chosen by the alpha-bitch. Almost fitting, given her history.
Gilly dropped Flutters to the ground, stepping on her leash when she tried to squirm away. Flutters was left with no option, and laid there dutifully. Once a fresh diaper was retrieved she got a fresh, though sloppy, changie. Gilly wasn’t a particularly nurturing caretaker, leaving Flutters with uneven taping and a less than snug fit.
Gretchen swung her feet off Sunset’s back, standing. She pointed to her captive and growled “Stay!” like Sunset was some kind of dog. The command welled a little resistance in her, but she quenched that fire quickly. Now was not the time. Especially since she had nowhere to go; Gabriella was blocking the exit as she humped her rules into Beatrix’s memory. Rule five was apparently that messy diapers were required at all times, and she was now attempting to force Beatrix to poop herself.
As Gilly wrapped up, she balled the wet diaper and handed it off to Gretchen when she approached. No words were exchanged, and soon Gretchen was stomping back to her chair. Sunset looked around, but she didn’t see a diaper pail anywhere. It didn’t seem to make sense that Gretchen was bringing it here.
Suddenly, claw fingers grabbed her jaw. Sunset found her head forced to face Gretchen, who now knelt beside her. Her fingers forced Sunset’s mouth open, making her whimper in the process. Then, to Sunset’s wide-eyed horror, she shoved the sopping padding between the poor girl’s teeth.
“Ggghhhh!” Sunset cried out. The squishy, warm mass filled her cheeks, pressing her tongue down and making her gag. Her jaw could barely fit around the balled up diaper, and her teeth were forced to dig into it a little as a result.
Gretchen didn’t stop pushing the padding in until the last, yellow-stained bit of it entered Sunset’s cheeks. She did so slowly as well, with one finger. The entire time, Sunset tried to stop her. But she couldn’t move her head and her hands failed to tear the monster girl’s arm away.
Soon Gretchen let go of her mouth, leaving Sunset with a wet diaper gag she couldn’t spit out. Coughing into the thing, she tried to bring up her hands to remove it, but instead Gretchen pushed her onto her back.
“Shut up !” Gretchen shouted at her, wings flaring. It was an unnecessary order at that point. Sunset still shouted a muffled curse into the gross padding. Flutters looked over at her with a pitying wince, like she felt bad for having peed herself in the first place.
“I am not my sisters,” Gretchen told her quite plainly. “You’re not a slut to me. You’re not a person. You’re furniture, until I decide I don’t need you anymore. Understand?”
Sunset gagged, but nodded wearily. Gretchen pulled down the seat of her pants, exposing her plump diaper. Very unfittingly for such a tomboyish monster, it was decorated with a pink heart pattern and three lines of magenta frills over the seat.
“But since you want to ‘better serve me’ so badly, I’ll let you be my new chair.”
Sunset managed a muffled cry, but wasn’t able to bring her arms up in time. Gretchen plopped her padded ass right over her face. While Sunset’s eyes escaped uncovered, her nose and worst of all her mouth were shoved into the woman’s padding. She had no hope of removing the diaper gag now, its squishy presence now a permanent fixture in her mouth. She whined.
But it only got worse from there.
With a loud grunt–she obviously wanted Sunset to hear it–Gretchen started to push. The padding swelled, and sagged. The poor hearts were lost in a sea of brown that stained the backside of the diaper. Sunset screamed, flailing miserably as the realization hit her.
Gretchen pooped herself for what felt like an eternity. The pamper swelled to what felt like impossible sizes. Warm, lumpy padding eventually did overtake Sunset’s eyes. And forehead. She squirmed and gagged and did everything she could. The only thing she didn’t try was hitting Gretchen, fearing an even worse fate should she act out.
The smell was the worst part. It burned her nostrils even when she wasn’t breathing. And if she did dare to inhale, it was the worst thing in the world. Like a family of skunks living in a dumpster who ate sewage for every meal. It made her brain want to shrivel up and disappear in a puff of smoke. It blocked out every conceivable thought she could have, save one.
Screw this game!
Gretchen smushed her mushy tush up against Sunset’s face, getting comfortable in her new chair. She started to relax again, only moving when her seat acted up. Then, and only then, would she deign to reach over and give Sunset’s wet crotch a firm grope. It always led to a muffled squeak and a ceasing of resistance, for a while.
It was hard to say the other members of Sunset’s party fared much better than her. Gilly found a marker, using to write on the backside of Flutters now dry diaper, no matter how much the girl whimpered in complaint. In big black letters the words SLUT FOR GRIFFONS was etched onto her rear. And since Flutters wouldn’t be able to remove that diaper without help, it was going to be branded on her for quite some time.
Her conquest marked, Gilly then slotted herself on top of Flutters. She rode her like a dog, humping her padding and squeezing her breasts when she felt like it. Flutters just snapped her eyes shut, like she was praying for it to be over quickly.
Beatrix had learned all ten rules to being Gabriella’s perfect little diaper slut, though she was still resisting all of them. As punishment for continually breaking rule five, Gabriella had stripped the mage of all her clothes, save her padding. That Gabriella had hoisted high in a wedge as she draped Beatrix over her lap. Spanking quickly ensued, loud smacks filling the cave. Beatrix’s squirming couldn’t save her, and soon she was in tears.
Sunset had no idea how many hours passed. It was impossible to tell time beneath Gretchen’s diaper. Seconds felt like months. When the squishy padding finally left her face, it felt like it had been eons. She gasped for her first clean breath of air, nearly choking on the wet diaper in her mouth in the process.
Gretchen yawned, and stretched. It looked like she was finally done with lazing about on top of Sunset. She through her file down, letting it impale the dirt. Her claws looked a lot sharper than they had been earlier.
Sunset could finally take in what had happened to her party members. It wasn’t pretty.
Beatrix had eventually messed her diaper, which Gabriella had been true to her word about not changing. The rebelliousness had largely faded from the girl, beaten out of her after hours of punishments. Her newest one seemed particularly cruel. Gabriella had hog-tied her, legs and arms bound up behind her back. She was suspended from the ceiling by a long rope that attached to her new binds. It allowed her brown diaper to sag heavily, but her breasts were dragged down further. Gabriella had attached painful looking clamps to the nipples. Each was connected to a short chain, barely an inch long. At the end of them, two orbs of metal rested. Weights, designed to make the clamps even more ache inducing than they already were.
Sunset shivered, thoughts consumed with how sore Beatrix’s boobs must’ve been. With a Thawck! a riding crop struck the side of her thigh, courtesy of Gabriella. Beatrix didn’t even flinch. Her head was lowered, messy hair obscuring her face.
Flutters wasn’t suffering like Beatrix was, but her situation wasn’t enviable. She’d been stripped too. Her clothes and her pouch of holding were a puddle on the floor. Only her misshapen diaper and cat ears had been allowed to stay. Across her yellow skin, writing covered her body, a product of Gilly’s marker. Things like GILLY’S PROPERTY covered her belly. SQUEEZE ME was written across Flutters’ boobs, with arrows pointing down to her nipples. NAUGHTY GIRL , SPANK ME , and STOP MEANS YES , among other classy phrases peppered the rest of her. Across the crotch of the diaper: WATCH ME FILL THIS UP! With a smiley face.
Hot tears had streamed down Flutters’ face, but it also looked like she had cried herself out long ago. Only red eyes and cheek rivers remained, though she did still sniffle.
Gilly had taken to teasing the girl, shoving what looked like a vibrating wand into her crotch, letting her squeal and whimper at the touch. Whenever it buzzed too long and looked like it might actually bring Flutters to an orgasm, Gilly pulled it away. She made sure to make a few teasing remarks whenever she did, as Flutters huffed and puffed through her nose, desperate to climax.
Sunset’s heart fell at the sight of them. Even though they only looked like people she knew, even though they were just NPCs, she hated watching them suffer. It was just pure cruelty what she was witnessing.
This… this can’t be our new life, she thought to herself in horror. Would every day be like this one? She’d rather die! She’d rather experience any of the other horrors this game had in store for her!
“Alright, one of you stop playing with your new toys and change me,” Gretchen barked. She pointed to Gabriella. “And get that bitch down from there. You know what happened to the last one you left strung up like that for too long.”
Gabriella rolled her eyes. “Fiiiine.” She grabbed the rope Beatrix was dangling on with one hand, slicing just above it with her talons. She lowered Beatrix onto the ground, the girl shaking like a leaf.
That left Gilly to be on changing duty. Grumbling, she gave Flutters a little spank on the diaper and crossed over to her sister. Sunset felt a flicker of hope. If they were both busy, maybe this was her chance to do something!
“Restrain them,” Gretchen barked at Gabriella, pointing to both Sunset and Flutters. Either she’d known what her captive had been thinking or she always took such preventative measures. Sunset was crestfallen either way.
“Mmmph!” she backed away as Gabriella approached. Unfortunately, there was no escape. Her leash was still on her, and the griffon happily took it, yanking her forward.
She made sure to put Flutters’ leash back on too, covering up the vulgar phrase Gilly had written on the girl’s neck. Flutters couldn’t even meet Sunset’s eyes the whole time. Gabriella dragged both of them over to Beatrix, and wrapped their ends of the leashes around a metal stake in the ground.
Before she left, she paused and gave Sunset a sadistic grin. “How’s the diaper taste, brat?”
“Mmmffff…” Sunset whimpered. She couldn’t taste anything. The rancorous stench of Gretchen’s diaper was still in the back of her nose, and it was all she could think about.
“Heh.” Gabriella put her palm to Sunset’s chin, and push up, forcing the girl’s teeth to gnash the wetting padding. When Sunset whined and whimpered until she let up. “Enjoy it while you can. Gretchen’s gonna swap it out for hers soon enough.”
Sunset’s eyes widened. Surely it was just a jest right? She cried a muffled whimper Gabriella’s way as the griffon sauntered off, cackling. Across the room, Gretchen had just finished her messy waddle over to the back of the carriage, which was being used as a makeshift changing table. The sagging, heavy load in her pamps had Sunset’s heartbeat quicken.
“H-Here,” Flutters whispered. Her fingers came up and pinched the diaper poking out of Sunset’s mouth. With none of the griffons watching them, it was possible for her to pull it free. When Sunset coughed and sputtered, Flutters shushed her.
“Thank you,” she rasped. Her eyes couldn’t resist looking at the naked girl’s body. All the words stared back. “Did she hurt you?”
“No, no,” Flutters insisted. “Only emotionally.”
That was a relief. Sunset turned to Beatrix, who hadn’t even looked up yet. She knelt down next to the girl, brushing hair out of her face. That finally got a reaction out of her; she flinched.
“Stop!” Beatrix whimpered, turning her head. It was too late, Sunset already saw her red, tearful eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Obviously not!” Beatrix hissed. “The last thing I wanted was to become some monster’s plaything.” She practically spat the word. “Now thanks to your dumb quest, here I am!”
At least she still had some spitfire left in her. Sunset sighed. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’ll get you out of here.”
Beatrix just squirmed against her hog-tie. “Sure…”
Come on, Sunset wanted to say. Insult me or something. Declare yourself the Magnificent Beatrix and say you’ll be the one to save us all. At least then she would know Beatrix was genuinely doing okay. Her depressed state was awful in comparison.
“We need a plan,” Sunset said. She was still wearing her onesie, and had all the attack boosting power that came with it. If she could just get a weapon, any weapon, she might be able to take the griffons by surprise. Key word, might .
“What if we…” Flutters trailed off. Her eyes locked on to something across the room and she gasped. “Uh oh!”
Brow furrowing, Sunset followed her gaze. Movement caught her eyes. Flutters’ pouch of holding was moving, like something was inside. A white, fuzzy head poked out of the bag’s opening. It was Flutters’ rabbit. It sniffed the air, wiggling further out of the bag.
“Noooo!” Flutters whisper-hissed. “Angie, go! Back inside! Go!”
“What’s happening?” Sunset leaned over and whispered. After all this time, why was her rabbit suddenly coming out?
“It’s dinner time,” Flutters said. “B-But if she comes out now…”
“Well, well, well…” Gabriella’s hand was like a whip. She snatched Angie by the scruff of her neck, the rabbit squealing loudly. It kicked and squirmed as she held it up.
“No!” Flutters screamed.
Gabriella ignored her. “Hey girls, you’re gonna want to see this.”
“What?” Came Gilly’s nasally shout. She had a clothespin on her nose as she carried out Gretchen’s change.
“Dinner came to us tonight!” Gabriella turned, wiggling the rabbit to show her sisters.
“Oh. Neat.”
“Don’t you dare !” Flutters shouted. Her voice was so forceful that Sunset backed away from her.
Gabriella finally acknowledged her, turning with a smirk. She wiggled the rabbit tauntingly. “Aww, don’t want your little pet to get hurt? What’s a worthless sex slave like you going to do about it? Huh?”
Flutters outstretched her hands. Glittering yellow sparkles appeared, shimmering from her fingertips. It felt like the atmosphere of the room had changed. But Sunset had no idea why. Flutters had said herself she didn’t have any attacking magic or anything like that.
Suddenly, Gabbriella’s pants exploded. The diaper underneath had ballooned in size, tearing the denim apart as it expanded. Sunset’s eyes widened. It was Flutters’ defense buff.
“What the–?” Gabriella was completely in the dark. Her gait was forced apart, and she nearly tripped. Her claw let go, dropping Angie.
The rabbit landed on its feet, bounding out of Gabriella’s range before the griffon could recover. It ran to Flutters, squeaking in distress.
“No, Mommy’s okay,” Flutters said. Her nude, scrawled on body and leash begged to differ. “Just go! Run!”
Angie didn’t need to be told twice. The rabbit bolted, scampering towards the entrance of the cave and disappearing. Gabriella growled in annoyance, but her ire turned from the rabbit to the girl responsible in seconds.
“Those were my favorite jeans,” she hissed, toddling forward.
Flutters went stiff. She backed away, cowering suddenly. Without an animal to protect, her resolve was paper thin. “U-Uh… I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a new pair, just don’t–”
Gabriella bared her teeth, raising her claws. “Gilly’s too nice, y’know.” She pointed to the words marking Flutters’s body. “How about I carve those into your skin for her?” Her talons looked razor sharp.
“N-No, please!” Flutters cried. Sunset stepped in front of her shielding her with her body.
Before Gabriella could act, however, Angie came running back inside. The rabbit beelined for Flutters’ legs, cowering in fear more than it had when it was in the griffon’s clutches.
“A-Angie?” Flutters gasped. “I told you to run, what’s wrong?”
Sunset looked from the rabbit back to the entrance to the cave. Walking in slowly, lamplight from inside illuminating her, was a ruby red figure. Her gelatinous form jiggled in comparison to her controlled stride, her breasts doubly so. Her face was identical to Sunset’s and it was creased in a frown.
“Y-You?” Sunset gasped in surprise.
“Hey hey!” The slime girl dropped her more serious look in order to gush in Sunset’s direction. “Miss me, cutie?”
Oh god… Sunset had no idea whether to feel relieved or discouraged.
“This is griffon territory, slime,” Gabriella tutted.
“What’s that thing doing here?” Gretchen’s change was complete. She and Gilly flew over, landing in attack mode. Her newly sharpened claws shrieked as she dragged them against each other. “Unless you want to die, screw off.”
The slime girl turned back to them, cheery disposition dropping. “A little bunny told me there were some girls in trouble in here. I’m here to be their knight in gooey armor!”
“Piss off!” Beatrix screamed from the floor. “All of you monsters can just go to hell!”
“Cool it!” Sunset hissed at her. If the slime girl wasn’t just blowing smoke, they really shouldn’t chase her away.
Luckily, the slime girl didn’t react to the insult, instead glaring down the griffon trio with confidence. She raised her hand, beckoning them forward with her fingers.
“Oh I am too hungry for this garbage,” Gretchen grumbled. The promise of rabbit stew must’ve whetted her appetite. She looked particularly annoyed, but dismissive of the slime girl at the same time. She strode forward, claw raised.
“Hi-ya!” In one swift motion the slime girl’s arm shot forward like a jet of water. Gretchen’s torso was it, goopy red slime suddenly incasing her, pinning her arms to her side.
“What the–?” She stumbled back, falling on her freshly changed diaper with a crinkle.
Gabriella and Gilly wasted no time. Before the slime girl’s arm could return to its former state, they rushed her. Flutters covered her eyes, but Sunset didn’t even blink.
In one swift move, the still extended arm whipped around. It wrapped around Gilly like a lasso, before flinging her back. She spun rapidly, knocking into the slime drenched Gretchen and sending both of them to the ground.
Gabriella stabbed with her claws. In a vicious strike, she sank them into the slime girl’s breast. Globs of slime soared into the air, and fell to the dirt.
“Ha!” Gabriella said. But when she tried to pull her hand free, she found it stuck. The dispersed globs scurried back to the main body. The slime girl had taken no damage at all. “Aw crap.”
The slime girl hit her with another blast from her arm. Gabriella flew backwards, knocking into her sisters and rolling. All three were covered in slime, stuck together no matter how hard they tried to pull apart.
Gretchen wound up in the center, her face sandwiched between Gilly and Gabriella’s diapers. Their faces were buried into her padded crotch and rear respectively. Squirming, the sisters tried to free themselves, but all their limbs were caught up in goo. They could only offer muffled screams into each other's pampers. Fitting karma, as far as Sunset was concerned.
Beaming, the slime girl turned back to them. “And that’s how we do it in slime country, folks.”
“That…” Sunset just gawked. “That was incredible!”
Beatrix scoffed from the floor. “It was adequate.”
Flutters retrieved her rabbit, trying to calm the poor thing down after its second scare of the day. “You… You saved us.”
“Well I had to do something,” the slime girl said. “Once I saw your little rabbit run out all scared like, I said to myself ‘okay, no more watching from the sidelines, girlie. You gotta get in there’.”
Sunset blinked. “You… you were watching?”
“That whole time?!” Beatrix’s tone had a smidge of vindication tucked away under all that anger.
“Oh…” The slime girl’s grin dropped. She shuffled her feet nervously. “I-I mean… no. Only for a few minutes, after I decided to come back… I would’ve jumped in sooner, honest! It’s just that… hehehehe…” Sunset marveled at how something so red could still manage a visible blush.
You’ve got to be kidding me, she thought. Even if she had been staring for only a few minutes, she still sat by and let them all suffer their kinky tortures! And for what, a few minutes of being a horny witness?
“You…” Sunset winced as the slime girl retracted. She had to remind herself that they had all just been saved. “...Thank you… I guess.”
Another happy beam. “Well no problem! There was nothing to it, you know.”
No longer fearing retaliation, Sunset and Flutters undid their collars, dropping them to the floor. They also untied Beatrix, freeing her from the nipple clamps as well.
“Thank you,” the mage murmured as she brushed herself off. Her hefty diaper squished as she shuffled over to her clothes. She barely spared the slime girl a glance.
As her party members began dressing themselves, Sunset regarded the slime girl with a curious glance. “So… why did you come back, anyway?”
“Oh, yeah!” she prodded her index fingers together shyly. “Uh, well, you see… when I was running away I got to thinking. I’ve never met adventurers before who would’ve let me go like that. I think… maybe there’s something different about you.”
Technically there was, Sunset had to give the slime that much.
“S-So… I dunno… I realized it would be pretty lonely traveling with just the five of me,” she said, referring to her component slimes. “And I thought, what’s the harm of asking, so…”
She clapped her hands together, bowing her head. “Can I please join your party?”
“What?” Sunset was taken aback.
“Absolutely not!” Beatrix yelled, wiggling back into her pantyhose
The griffon sisters all murmured their own surprise from their gooey binds.
Sunset knew very little about this world, but this seemed like an aberration. A monster joining an adventurer’s party? This game did not seem ambitious enough to include an experimental mechanic like this; it was just a dumb diaper RPG for crying out loud!
“I know it seems weird, but…” The slime girl’s cheeks flared extra-red. “I just want to be around you some more. Y-You’re so pretty…”
Sunset held up her hands. “Uh… well…” Her instinct was to say ‘no’, but she forced herself to think about it. Looking at the griffon girls, she had to admit she was impressed. These were the strongest enemies her party had come across and they’d nearly been wiped out as a result. Yet this slime girl had handled them so easily. With that kind of power on the team, they might actually stand a chance against the actual bosses of this game…
“Okay,” she found herself saying. “Just, don’t make me regret it.”
“Yes!” The slime girl cheered. She grabbed Sunset in a sticky embrace. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Stop. Touching. Me.” Sunset’s eyelid twitched. Hugging human-shaped goo was not a great feeling.
The slime girl ignored her, nestling her face into Sunset’s breasts. It was enough to finally get Sunset to push her away.
“Oh, um… welcome to the party,” Flutters said. She finished squeezing herself back into her tight outfit, and let Angie the rabbit back into her pouch of holding. The marker’s writing she’d have to wash off when they were somewhere safer.
“No! No, no, no,” Beatrix yelled. “I veto this!”
“You’re outvoted.” Sunset took Flutters passive lack of resistance as a yes. It didn’t matter to her what Beatrix’s deal was about this, she needed to get home. If the slime girl helped with that, she didn’t care if it bothered her other team mate.
“Then I refuse! I’m out of the party!” She stamped her foot and crossed her arms. But a squish from her messy diaper made her shiver.
That was a bit of a problem. Beatrix was easily the most effective member of the party who wasn’t out to molest Sunset. She put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, hoping to make her see reason.
“Come on,” Sunset said. “She did save us. If you don’t want to end up another monster’s plaything, it’s probably best to have her on our side.”
Beatrix rolled Sunset’s hand off her shoulder. “I won’t work with monsters! They’re all scum, all of them. And I have principles, dammit!”
Do you though? “I’ll double your pay.”
Beatrix stiffened. The corner of her mouth twitched away from a frown for a second.
“Triple!” Sunset said.
Beatrix was shaking now. It was hard for her to say no. Almost impossible, in fact.
“I’ll quadruple it!” Sunset shouted.
“Okay, fine!” Beatrix yelled back. She turned, crossing her arms. “The stupid pile of goo can stay.”
“Hooray!” the slime girl chirped
Sunset breathed a sigh of relief. She was that much closer to getting home, now that she had a party that was looking fairly powerful. Now… how much do I owe Beatrix?
She left that to sort itself out later. For now, they needed to get out of Harpy’s Beak and find somewhere to change their diapers in peace. Sunset squirmed in her soggy padding. She felt a slight burn, and groaned in acknowledgement that she had a diaper rash. Beatrix definitely needed a change too; she was stinking up the whole cave.
“So, um, what do we call you?” Flutters asked of their new party member.
“Like a name?” the slime girl asked. “Gee, I’ve never had a thing like that before. Uh… I dunno. What do you think?”
“Ooh!’ Inspiration struck Flutters, and she turned to the other girls for approval. “How about Sunrise?”
“What?” Sunset deadpanned.
“Yeah!” Flutters was excited with her idea. “Cause she looks just like you, Sunset. So, you know. Sunrise, Sunset… It works!”
“I uh… I dunno about tha–”
“It’s perfect!” the slime girl said. “Just call me Sunrise, cutie.”
“Ugh.” Sunset deflated a bit.
“Outvoted?” Beatrix taunted her. There was no way she was going to come to Sunset’s aid on this.
“Shut up.”
Sunrise puffed out her generously sized chest, happy with her new name. Considering she had, eventually, done the right thing and saved their lives, Sunset could let her have this one.
“Okay, okay,” she said, trying to reassert her place as leader. “Now let’s get back to that inn before it gets too late.” It was actually probably well passed nighttime. Her tired eyelids wanted to droop closed.
“What about them?” Flutters asked, pointing down to the writhing griffon sisters.
“Death,” Beatrix declared, summoning her magic staff.
“No! No.” Sunset said. Beatrix did not need a taste for blood on top of everything else. “Let’s… turn them in for the reward.”
The promise of money was enough to grant the griffons a stay of execution. Sunset found her eyes falling on the carriage in the back of the cave, deciding to go one step further. “Actually, let’s just go ahead and finish up this side quest altogether.”
With a round of diaper changes, Sunset’s party was on the road back to the inn. She’d never been so grateful for dry padding, even though her previous diaper change was a sure contender. She sat against her new fluffy garment, and sighed with relief.
They were riding back, alleviating the griffons of their stolen carriage. It almost seemed cruel to leave the sisters stuck like they were for the trip—especially after Gilly and Gabriella each messed themselves, leaving Gretchen’s face surrounded on all fronts by brown padding—but the karma seemed appropriate. It was especially good enough for Sunset. She’d even felt a smug sense of satisfaction leaving them like that. Another bit of Old Sunset rearing her head. She refused to dwell on it.
Beatrix’s magic proved useful yet again. She was able to animate the wagon’s wheels with her rings. The plastic had morphed and swallowed the wooden wheels, spinning them forward so no one had to pull their ride. They were unperturbed no matter how heavy the carriage became with soon-to-be-returned supplies
The moon rose high in the night sky as their return trip continued. Sunset sat upfront, squished between an overly touchy Sunrise and a drifting-off Flutters. It was the only downside of the return trek so far. For the umpteenth time she had to shrug Flutters’ head from her shoulders and slap away Sunrise’s gooey hand as it stroked her inner thigh.
“Enough!” She finally said to the two of them. She squirmed backwards until she landed among the supplies. “Just watch the road for a moment!”
Sunrise winked, and saluted. “Can do, cutie!”
Flutters’ head flopped, now squelching against the slime girl’s shoulder. She mumbled something sleepily before Sunrise guided her head down, turning her lap into a pillow for Flutters. Sunset shuddered. Better her than me .
She scrambled upright and looked to the back of the carriage. Sitting on the edge to look out at the path behind them was Beatrix. Her knees were curled up to her chest and she hugged her staff as it leaned against her. She’d rejected riding up front the instant Sunrise had called shotgun.
Sunset’s lips pinched together as she regarded her party member. Money—or at least the promise of it—wasn’t going to make Beatrix come around to her new teammate. At the very least Sunset needed to make sure their merry little band was going to stay merry, at least for long enough to defeat the final boss. She stepped around all the recovered supplies and the still squirming, groaning griffons. The smell had her wrinkling her nose, but she ignored them otherwise. She joined Beatrix at the carriage’s end, hanging her legs off the edge.
“Hey…” Sunset began. And… that was it. She didn’t know what to say, to make Beatrix okay with this. Awkward silence descended, and she drummed her palms against her knees as she racked her brain.
Beatrix hadn’t looked her way yet, but she finally spoke. “It’s not going to work.”
“…What isn’t?” Sunset asked.
Now a look. A glare. “Trusting a monster.”
“C’mon.” Sunset tried to jostle her out of her funk with a playful nudge. “Sunrise? She’s harmless.” Aside from the constant sexual assault. Now that she was thinking about it, it probably wasn’t safe to leave a near defenseless Flutters up there with her.
“Monsters are the scum of the Earth,” Beatrix said, bitterness behind it. “They’ll follow whatever hedonistic, sadistic desire pops into their heads. And they don’t care who they hurt in the process.”
“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
Beatrix turned away. Sunset winced. She knew right away she’d just touched a raw nerve. She almost put a hand on Beatrix’s shoulder, but pulled it back. This felt like a potential minefield; she had to tread carefully, or risk losing her party member.
“I told you I wasn’t from Diaperia originally,” Beatrix mumbled.
“Yeah… I remember.” Beatrix had guarded her backstory before. Sunset must’ve unlocked some unique dialogue. She listened patiently.
“A few years ago, I was kidnapped by a pack of Diamond Dog-girls.” Her grip on her staff tightened. “They were going to sell me, but… on the way we got close to Diaperia’s border. I managed to get away, and I knew they wouldn’t think it was worth it to chase after me if it meant getting cursed… so I ran in, even though…” her body tightened. Her diaper shifted and crinkled, filling in what was left unsaid.
With a shaky inhale, Beatrix continued. “I tried to go back to my village after that, but… I was a laughingstock! You have no idea what it’s like being the only person stuck in diapers…”
Sunset cringed. She’d gotten a taste of that before being sucked into the game world, actually. It certainly hadn’t been pleasant, and that was without anyone discovering her padding.
“S-So I had no choice but to come back to Diaperia for good,” Beatrix sniffled. “A-And now you’re telling me I’m going to be on a team with a monster? I have to trust my life to scum like that?”
Beatrix turned away, her body tightening its curl. She’d made herself pretty vulnerable by revealing her backstory, and it seemed like she was already regretting it.
Sunset, for her part, didn’t know what to say right away. Obviously she hadn’t known about Beatrix’s hang ups when she first indoctrinated Sunrise onto the team, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She wasn’t going to ask their powerhouse to leave (and she doubted the borderline yandere would do so even if asked). But still, she had to say something . Beatrix may be little more than a bunch of code and magic, but Sunset had felt her heart twinge a little when the girl bared her story.
“Listen,” she placed a hand on Beatrix’s shoulder. Her party member retracted a little. “I’m sorry. You have every right to be angry about what happened.” Beatrix relaxed just a tiny bit upon hearing that. Maybe Sunset’s words resonated with her, or maybe she was just relieved not to be mocked over her situation for a change. Sunset continued: “But Sunrise wasn’t responsible for what happened to you. It’s not fair to blame her for it. And with her help, we may be able to lift the Curse once and for all. Then you can go home!”
Beatrix stiffened up. “You really are naive if you think it’s that easy.”
Deflated, Sunset dropped her arm from her teammate’s shoulder. Well, I tried at least. The pair were quiet for a moment. The sounds of the griffons struggling and grumbling filled the space between them.
Then, “thanks for not making fun of me.”
Sunset blinked. “Yeah, of course.” When Beatrix turned slightly to look at her, Sunset hit her with a smile. “We’re friends after all!”
A look down. A blush. “S-Sure. Friends.” Beatrix uncoiled herself. She leaned over and planted a kiss on Sunset’s cheek, shocking the girl enough to have her breath catch in her throat.
Sunset watched stunned as Beatrix stood up and moved to the front of the wagon, seemingly no longer bothered that Sunrise was up there. It was progress. Small progress, but progress all the same.
Touching her cheek, Sunset sighed. “Huh…” That… was probably because of the affection meter thingy, wasn’t it? Learning Beatrix’s backstory did seem like the kind of event that would trigger that. Great… I gotta be careful not to let that thing fill up anymore. Who knew how much more intimate cutscenes would get if she did?
Sunset shook that moment off, leaving it in the past for now. Affection meters were the least of her worries anyway.
They didn’t have much longer to ride after that. The inn came up before too long, its warm window lights a bastion in the dark fields of Diaperia at night.
The innkeeper was surprised to see they had come back alive from their quest. She nearly fell over when learning they had been successful. Sunrise had stayed hidden in the wagon while Sunset and company unloaded the stolen supplies. Guests at the inn cheered when the bound griffons were dragged out. They were a menace no one would miss.
For their efforts, they got the tub of Antidote Powder they’d been promised. It was now useless to Sunset, but she figured it would be best to keep that stuff on hand anyway, lest Sunrise get any… ideas. For now it went in Flutters’ pack of holding. The girl may not be their best fighter, but she was sneakily the most useful member of the party with that thing.
There was also a reward for the capture of the griffon sisters, something Sunset hadn’t anticipated at all. She got a windfall of a dozen silver coins all of a sudden, not that she’d been able to keep any. Beatrix had swooped it, claiming it as her down payment for their current mission. In fairness, Sunset had promised her a lot of money.
Another bonus, she’d been surprised to learn, was the wagon. The owners of it had disappeared with the caravan, meaning Sunset had a pretty good idea of what had happened to them, and preferred not to think about it. Regardless, it was an ownerless vehicle right now, and she jumped at the opportunity to keep it. With Beatrix’s rings, it would carry them across Diaperia in record time, so that’s exactly what they did.
As much as Flutters and even Beatrix insisted they spend the night and rest, Sunset was firm. She bought them blankets and pillows from the innkeeper so everyone could sleep in the wagon. They had a lot of lost time to make up for, after all. She planned to be at Pamperville by sun up!
Breakfast was…
Well…
It could’ve been worse.
As the sun crested over the horizon, Sunset’s growling stomach reminded her it had been a long time since she’d eaten anything. Now that the adrenaline and the horniness was long in the past, she didn’t have much to distract her from that fact.
Luckily Flutters had some food for her. Unluckily, it was exactly what Sunset expected it to be.
Jars of baby food were passed around to all the girls, and colorful plastic spoons as well. Sunset got a banana puree, her grumbling stomach shutting up a little upon seeing it. Biting her lip, she hesitated even opening the jar. The proud Beatrix had no such issues, digging in like a starving animal. Flutters spoonfed herself politely, undoubtedly just as hungry but still able to exercise self control.
When offered, Sunrise had declined her food. Slimes technically didn’t have stomachs, after all. When they needed energy, they preyed on adventurers and other living things, draining their life force. Before they’d said goodbye to the griffon sisters, Sunrise had used them for a meal, leaving them weak and helpless for their transport to jail and filling her up for a good while.
Now, she just looked over at the picky eater of the group, and smiled. “Need me to feed ya, cutie?”
“N-No!” Sunset was finally motivated to pop the lid off her jar. There was no way she was going to accept a feeding from the slime girl or anyone else.
A shaky hand dipped her spoon in the mush, taking a big glob of the brown, sugary mass and bringing it to her lips. They quivered, but parted for her meal.
It was not as awful a flavor as it could have been, she surmised. That didn’t mean she enjoyed it. The only reason she heaped spoonful after spoonful into her mouth was because of how hungry she was.
Before anyone could remark on her being suddenly a big eater, she threw her jar and messy spoon down and hopped off the wagon.
Beatrix had stopped their cart on a hill just outside of town, but left the rings on the wheels. Pamperville was a more modest city than the Town of Beginnings. Unlike that one, where the royal castle resided, this town had sprawling farmland leading out of it. The more modest buildings and lack of a real wall implied monster attacks weren’t as big a worry here than on the road. However there were two outposts where it seemed soldier’s gathered, on the north and south west ends of the settlement.
Pamperville proper extended out from one exceptionally tall building. A crystal structure that shimmered between blue and purple hues depending on how the light struck it. It was almost pyramid shaped, save for the pointy tip it didn’t have. Looking closely, Sunset could see it was partially transparent too. She saw rows and shelves stacked inside, and even a figure milling about between them.
It was a library, according to Flutters. The biggest collection of knowledge in all of Diaperia. “If there’s a way to get into the witch’s dungeon, something or someone in there will know it.”
A big library, Sunset thought, ruefully. The optimism had been beaten out of her. She had a distinct feeling she knew what kind of character would be waiting for her there. This game was too cruel not to take advantage of this opportunity.
“I’ve never seen a city this close up before,” Sunrise remarked, rolling off the edge of the wagon like spilt maple syrup and glomming together in a puddle. Sunset shuddered a bit as her newest teammate schlorp upright, suddenly next to her. Putting her goopy hands over her eyes like a pair of binoculars, she giggled to herself. “Aww, there are some real cutie patooties down there.”
“Please, don’t harass anyone,” Sunset begged.
“She won’t be going down there in the first place!” Beatrix said, dropping to her spot in the driver’s seat. “No way we can risk bringing a monster into town. Last thing we need is soldiers trying to arrest us..”
Thank goodness. Sunset took a sigh of relief.
“We really shouldn’t split our party, though,” Flutters pointed out, collecting everyone’s discarded silverware. “What if there’s trouble?”
Shut up, shut up, shut up! Sunset gritted her teeth. As much as she wished the idea hadn’t been floated, she couldn’t ignore it now. If there was some sort of story beat in this town that required battling, she needed Sunrise there to help them.
“Ooh, ooh!” Sunrise raised her hand. “I know how I can sneak in.”
Before Sunset could ask for an explanation, the slime girl gripped her diaper. “Eeep!” she cried out, stiffening.
It actually wasn’t her diaper, but the crotch of Sunset’s onesie. Sunrise snapped the buttons open, revealing Sunset’s new, unspoiled, diaper. This time when her hand came in–despite desperate flailing on Sunset’s part to smack her away–Sunrise made contact with the fluffy padding.
Schwooop!
Sunset’s diaper absorbed the slime touching it. It was almost automatic, as Sunrise was sucked up in a vacuum cleaner-esque way. The padding grew ruby red, and bulbous. It sagged like it was freshly filled with manure. Warm, gooey, and fluffy padding now hugged Sunset’s inner thighs. It was a feeling she’d unfortunately become familiar with: she was Slimed.
She shuddered hard enough to snap her spine. “S-Sunrise!”
Despite her better judgment, she pawed at the padding. It wasn’t going to come off, and in fact it jiggled as the slime girl within rippled.
“Hehe, quit it! That tickles!” Sunrise’s voice said. It seemed she could talk even when her body was absorbed.
With the way the slime was moving, Sunset had no choice but to rip her hands away. She winced a little less once it settled.
Beatrix cackled at her misfortune, a real buddy that one. Flutters clapped her hands together excitedly. “Hooray, now we don’t have to split up! Good thinking, Sunrise.”
“D’aww, thank you!” A little gooey hand shivered out of Sunset’s padding, giving Flutters a thumbs up before glorping back into the pamper.
Sunset bit her lip. It was unfortunately a good idea. Sunrise was a mere status affliction now, not a monster. Like this she could travel with them through any town. But that didn’t mean Sunset had to like it.
Bending over she hissed at her poofy pants: “Fine, but if you start molesting me again, I’m getting the Antidote Powder.
“Don’t tempt me,” came a flirtatious reply. Sunset could practically hear the slime girl winking.
“Ugh…” She waddled forward, her gait now spread twice as wide as before. With Flutters’ help she climbed back up onto the wagon, sitting at the edge of the front seat. She winced as her butt sank against the warm goo in her pamper. “Let’s just go,” she mumbled, Beatrix reanimating the wheels.
They just needed an info dump, and hopefully a better weapon than her current rattle. As much as her slimy diaper made Sunset clench her jaw in agony, she could put up with it to do all of that. This would be a quick stop. In and out. Easy, even.
After all, she found herself thinking. How bad could this game make getting exposition?
The library was a welcome sense of normalcy.
There was just something about being surrounded by books that made Sunset feel at home. The smell of old paper, the sight of hundreds of spines lining shelves, the endless promise of knowledge…
Geeze, Twilight would love it here, she thought to herself. The two of them could indulge in a bit of geeking out at all of this.
The walls of the library tinted the outside world purple. This structure was easily the most unique and fantasy-esque thing Sunset had seen from this game yet. Even inside the effect hadn’t stopped. She imagined at least one dev working on the game had a few ideas like this: things you’d fond in a proper fantasy world. Shame it got wasted on a game like this.
Once inside, she waddled excitedly to the nearest shelf. She was like a kid in a candy store all of a sudden, clinging to this tiny spurt of happiness allowed to her. Sunrise sloshed back and forth in her diaper as she ran. Sunset was so happy she hardly noticed it. She merely plucked a book from its spot and opened it up.
‘This shelf is filled with ancient looking books. Most are covered in dust.’
Sunset frowned. That one line of text spread across two whole blank pages. She turned the page, and the same thing was printed on that. Flipping through the book, she was distressed to find every page was like that.
“Great…” she mumbled. This had to be the flavor text that popped up when the player clicked on the bookshelf. The Equestria magic hadn’t bothered to fill in the texts with actual words, and instead copied and pasted this one line everywhere.
Looking over the rest of the shelf ruefully, Sunset guessed each of the tomes had been subject to the same fate.
What a waste.
“Come on, nerd,” Beatrix waddled passed her, further into the crystal library. “What we’re looking for isn’t going to be in that.”
“Obviously.” Sunset slammed the book shut with a bitter grumble. There was no doubt some important NPC they needed to talk to in here.
She nearly tripped over her own gait rejoining her party. Even with Sunrise behaving herself it wasn’t easy keeping her in the diaper. The fat padding squished and swung between her thighs.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a librarian or something?” Flutters asked.
As if on cue, Flutter’s words summoned rustling paper and tumbling hardbacks. A yelp accompanied them, a crinkle not far behind. Someone had just fallen
Sunset’s ears pinpointed the sound as coming from around the corner of the nearest bookshelf. Knowing this had to be a scripted event, she sighed and waddled forward. She tried her best to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to see. There were few options among her friends that the Equestrian magic could pull from, after all.
Rounding the corner, Sunset still found herself fighting back a groan.
Of course it’s Twilight.
A purple girl with rectangular frame glasses sat in a puddle of dropped books before her. Rubbing her head, where no doubt a comical amount of tomes had just bounced off of, she was wincing. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, strands poking out here and there to show off how little she cared about maintaining it. A fluffy green turtleneck squeezed her body. It would’ve been perfect for keeping the cold at bay, if not for the devs ruining it by cutting a boob window into the chest. Game-Twilight’s cleavage (as ample as every woman’s in this game) greeted the world loudly. It looked like her sweater barely covered her nipples when all was said and done.
The rest of her outfit was more modest. It would’ve been amazing to somehow top that sweater, after all. She had a short, pleated skirt. Its hot pink hem couldn’t dip below her bulging padding. Gray pantyhose tried to cover it up, but the pamper was so big that it stretched them, exposing the white plastic beneath. It did a better job of covering her legs, all the way down to the tall black heels on her feet which were surely the cause of her little trip.
So much for the medieval theme, Sunset scoffed in her head. Of course, Flutters and Beatrix already laughed in the face of the Middle Ages with their outfits, but at least they didn’t look as thoroughly modern as this. The Twilight clone looked up at Sunset, cheeks flaring with embarrassment over being caught in such a predicament.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she whispered. Sunset outstretched a hand and helped the girl to her feet. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
We weren’t exactly subtle, Sunset thought, knowing this was just scripted dialogue at best. “Not used to visitors?”
Game-Twilight chuckled. “All the big babies in this town aren’t into reading.” She hadn’t let go of Sunset’s hand yet. In fact, she started to intertwine their fingers. “Do you… like reading?”
“Yeah, I…” Sunset paused. Game-Twilight’s eyes were growing wide. Her cheeks flushed again, and she shyly let go of Sunset’s hand.
“I… I see.” A small smile. Her eyes darted away, as if she’d been staring into the sun and could no longer bare to keep looking. She hugged a few books close to her chest. “I like reading too.”
“C-Cool…” Sunset was screaming internally. She really underestimated how horny these devs were. Or rather, how horny they thought the players were. They’d made this librarian character so starved for attention that she was primed to fall for the first book nerd that walked through the door! Just kill me now.
Sunset was saved from the conversation veering into flirtier territory when Beatrix and Flutters poked their heads around the shelf.
“Find the book nerd yet?” Beatrix snarked.
Regretfully. Sunset nodded.
“Oh, hello.” Game-Twilight adjusted her glasses, not nearly as taken by the other two girls. Clearly, she’d been programmed just for the player. “Geeze, this is more guests than I get in a month.”
“Oh my,” Flutters said. “Do you not do well with crowds? We can go if that will help.”
“No!” Sunset barked back. As much as she wanted to flee the smitten NPC that looked just like her best friend, they had to talk to her. Facing Game-Twilight, she said. “We need your help for a quest."
“Ah, adventurers.” Game-Twilight nodded. “Of course I can help. A-After all…” She leaned in, practically swooning against Sunset. “Any adventure smart enough to recognize the value of literature is welcome in my library.”
“U-Uh…” Now it was Sunset’s turn to flush. This girl was coming on stronger than either Twilight she knew would be bold enough to. It made her uncomfortable.
Not helping that feeling was when her slime-filled diaper shivered in protest. Was Sunrise… jealous?
Sunset all but jumped back. “Great, cool, awesome!” she was trying to shout the awkwardness away. “Any help you can give us would be good. We’re trying to… you know. Break the Cozy Curse and all that. So seriously, anything will help.”
Game-Twilight smiled, eyelid’s dropping to give her a sultry look. “Oh, I love a girl on a fool’s errand.” Sunset’s slimy diaper rippled. “Follow me.”
“Yay!” Flutters bounced her fingertips together. She hopped forward as the librarian started walking. “I’m Flutters by the way. And that’s Sunset and Beatrix and Sun... N-Never mind.”
“Sunset…” Game-Twilight remarked as she continued to take steps backward. She barely paid attention to Flutters’ slip. “Nice to meet you. I’m Evening Twinkle.” With a wink, she curled her finger to beckon Sunset forward, then turned to lead them through the library.
Of course you are. Sunset clenched her jaw. She almost didn’t want to follow.
Beatrix merely crossed her arms. “I don’t like her."
“Same,” came a huffy whisper from Sunrise. It was a rare moment of solidarity between the two girls.
“Please behave,” Sunset said to her goopy diaper. Then to Beatrix. “You too.”
“Hmmph.” Beatrix turned her nose up, strutting forward without dignifying that with a response. It seemed even in a videogame, Trixie was never going to get along with Twilight.
Or maybe she’s jealous too. A rouge thought popped into Sunset’s head. She had just filled up her party member’s affection meter, or at least she assumed so. But she shook her head and started waddling after everyone. No, couldn’t be… couldn’t be…
“By the way, do you need some Antidote Powder?” Evening asked, indicating Sunset’s ruby-red padding.
Sunrise shivered inside. “N-No,” Sunset managed.
They’d gathered around a withered looking table. Despite the crystal walls, all the furniture in this building was the usual wood. It was lazy game design, with the designers reusing assets every which way. Sunset was pretty sure she’d seen this exact table a couple times already.
Evening may have been a hopeless flirt, but she was every bit the book nerd her counterparts were. It hadn’t taken long to track down every bit of reading the library held on the Cozy Curse. Which wasn’t much, actually.
Sunset was disappointed to see only a few tomes spread out before them, but she also knew the devs weren’t going to make this easy on her, and the Equestrian magic doubly so.
“Let’s see,” Evening murmured as she began flipping through the books with one hand. The other not-so sneakily crept towards Sunset’s. It moved like a spider across the table, until it gingerly brushed up against hers. Evening’s purple cheeks flushed. Sunset’s eye twitched in annoyance.
“If you want to defeat the witch and break the curse, you’ll need to find a way into her dungeon. That thing’s got some ancient magic keeping it sealed if I remember correctly.” Evening thumbed through the book, distracting herself just enough for Sunset to pull her hand away.
“We know that, nerd.” Beatrix huffed. “Everyone does. Duh!”
Sunset nodded. She was glad it was at least consistent with what her party members had told her before, at least. “And we’ve got to find a way to actually hurt her too, right?” she added.
“Oh, that part comes later,” Evening assured her. “Muuuch later. Like… ‘let’s make sure you survive this first hurdle’ later.”
“Survive?” Flutters squeaked. “What do you mean by that?”
“According to this record,” Evening stopped flipping, tapping the page she’d landed on. “There’s an order of sorcerers in Diaperia who used to practice magic that ancient.”
“Great!” Sunset was glad to finally have some inkling of who to talk to.
“But two hundred years ago, they all vanished without a trace.”
“Oh.” So much for that inkling.
“But—!”
“Yes?!”
Evening pointed to a passage a few lines down. “Right here it says they kept a stash of their most important weapons in Hopespire Tower.” Smiling, a little proud of herself, Evening crossed her arms. “I’d bet a hundred diaper changes one of those weapons would be strong enough to kick open the doors to the witch’s dungeon.”
“Oh my, but Hopespire is…” Flutters fidgeted her fingers together.
“What’s the matter?” Sunset was getting sick of being jerked around it sounded like they should be good to go. Finally.
“Hopespire Tower was built in a large basin,” Flutters explained. “Back then it wasn’t a problem, because of the droughts. But nowadays, well… it’s been flooded for decades.”
“It is still explorable,” Evening said. “The author says they found a way in that’s a little less… well, waterlogged.”
“Oh, well that’s not too bad,” Sunset said. Then she really took a moment to process what they were saying. An important, unskippable dungeon. Flooded. Explorable.
This thing’s a freaking water temple! She realized in horror. Despite all the awful things about this game, this was somehow a new low.
“Does one of you have a map?” Evening asked. “I can mark where you need to go.”
Flutters produced one from her bag, unraveling a relatively detailed world map that Sunset couldn’t be bothered to memorize right now. She took note of Pamperville, a smidge to the right of the Town of Beginnings in the bottom corner. It looked like they’d barely explored any of Diaperia so far. Great…
She did take note of the inky, black cloud that seemed to swallow the middle of the kingdom. If she knew anything about game design, she knew what this meant. That was where the devs were signaling the witch was hiding out.
Evening tapped a spot much further out than what they’d traveled so far, halfway between Pamperville and the top corner. It was penciled in sketch of a long, swirly tower. A blue light pulsed as she lifted her finger, leaving a glowing circle behind above the drawing. That was their objective marker. Sunset sighed a little to herself. This journey really was just beginning, wasn’t it?
“I’ll keep researching the witch while you go to Hopespire,” Evening promised. She shyly glanced over to Sunset. She pulled her arms in tightly, squeezing her breasts as if she was trying to make them appear even bigger. “I promise to have something really special for you when you get back.”
“Barf,” Beatrix growled. She was roundly ignored, only making her more upset.
“We’d better set out,” Flutters said, rolling up the map. “Even with the wagon, this will take a couple of days.”
“Days, huh.” Sunset found. She hadn’t thought of this much until now, but was in game time synced with the real world? At this point, she’d lost her whole weekend. Not ideal, but that was something she could live with. But if this really was going to take them days and days, she’d start to be missed in the real world. Not showing up to school would set off alarm bells for her friends. Rainbow Dash had already been sensing that something was up with her…
If they come to my place, will they see this game running? Will they see me in it? She really didn’t want that. But there was also nothing she could do but hope that wouldn’t happen at this point.
“Yeah, we’ve got to go ASAP,” she said. And not just to get away from at least one of the NPCs with a crush on her.
“Oh, but we should really upgrade your equipment before we go,” Flutters noted. The game’s way of hinting to her that she was desperately unprepared to explore the upcoming dungeon.
Sunset looked down at her rattle, a weapon she’d long wanted to swap out for something better. It really was time to say goodbye to the thing she’d had since the tutorial. And thinking about it, just her onesie might not be enough either. The extra attack was nice, but she was not going to get by on that alone.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Let’s do that.”
Was it… possible for her to level up?
The thought had gotten stuck in her brain, and now wouldn’t let go. It was like a piece of food caught between her teeth. The more attention she gave it the more it annoyed her.
Pampered Princess and the Cozy Curse was originally a turn-based RPG. Sunset had gained experience points when she’d played through the tutorial. But now she got nothing whenever a battle ended, at least, nothing that she could see.
There was a chance the game was still keeping track of her XP for her. But without pop-up windows or anything like that it couldn’t exactly alert her whenever she leveled up. And if it couldn’t… well, that could be a problem.
When she leveled up after the tutorial, Sunset had been able to bump up one of her stats. If that only happened after leveling up—and she no longer had a way to level up—that meant she was stuck with the stats she had. Her useless level two stats. And she had to beat the whole game with them on hard mode.
Crap crap crap crap crap! She wasn’t handling it well.
What am I supposed to do? Flutters and Beatrix won’t know anything about the game’s mechanics. And even if they did, this isn’t really a game anymore. Did the Equestrian magic change the way my stats work when it dragged me in here? It already reworked the combat…
She hoped that would be the case, but also wasn’t sure. After all, real-time combat in this wasn’t paced that differently from flat out real-world combat. Same with the game world becoming open. She had to travel distances similar to an actual country of Diaperia’s size. And the time it took to get there was comparable to how long it would take in real life too. Who’s to say the magic wasn’t just making the game outright realistic by default, taking away experience points and leveling up with it?
Sunset probably couldn’t get stronger. That much she had to accept. There was no way to increase the measly thirteen hit points she’d seen at the start of the game. Her defense would be paper thin forever and her attacks would carry the explosive force of lemonade.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t buff herself.
Flutters had a defense boosting spell, after all. And her onesie supposedly upped her attack too. There were artificial ways to increase her strength. Sunset would just have to find the best ones and use them to her advantage. After all, this game was a slapdash effort to appease fans of its particular fetish. There were probably glaring holes in its design she could exploit.
Breathing deeply, she forced herself to calm down and accept that rationalization. She wasn’t doomed, she was just… playing hard mode the hardest way possible. Yeah…
She waddled through Pamperville, still lugging Sunrise around in her diaper. The massive amount of goop reddening her padding attracted plenty of eyes as she toddled around. She didn’t like being the center of attention dressed as she was. She also couldn’t blame the various denizens, however. Sunset was quite the spectacle.
“Well,” Beatrix said. She’d become a bit less grumbly after leaving Evening behind. They’d returned to the usual amount. “Do you want a completely different weapon, or are you just going to try and get your rattle upgraded?”
“This thing can be upgraded?” Sunset withdrew the hunk of plastic from its holster. The beads within rattled in response, proving that this genuinely was nothing more than a toy.
“I’m sure there’s a toysmith somewhere in this town,” Flutters explained. Sunset barely held back a groan at the name. “Of course, you could get something with more range if you prefer…”
“Or you can try out sorcery for yourself,” Beatrix puffed out her chest. “Though, you’ll never attain the level of magnificence that I have achieved. But it would be funny to watch you play catch up.”
“Hmph.” Sunset had to admit that Beatrix’s magic was useful, but she also had a feeling it would be a steep learning curve. Without buttons to press, Sunset didn’t even know how to go about casting spells in this world. Would it just sort of happen instinctually? Would it be similar to her magic when she was a unicorn? Or was there hundreds of hours of practice needed to master it?
She opted to play it safe. “No magic for me, thanks.” Ranged weapons on the other hand… that might be something worth looking into. “I think I’d like to shop around for a new weapon, honestly.”
Giving the money in her breast pocket a pat, Sunset pinched her lips together. The good stuff would be pricey, and she’d been bleeding cash ever since selling off her princess dress to Precious. Not to mention she still had to save some of it to pay Beatrix. She didn’t know if her party member would want to collect her fee before or after defeating the final boss. Ideally after, because then hopefully she’d be able to leave the game without worrying about it. But if it was before, and Sunset couldn’t pay up… well, she already knew she couldn’t beat Beatrix in a fight.
This was going to be a balancing act. Though surely they’d find more money as they explored the world. For now, Sunset was willing to spend it all if it meant better equipment. That was her most pressing concern.
“There’s an armory then,” Flutters pointed.
Following her finger, Sunset looked to a nearby shop. The words carved on its outdoor sign brought back memories she’d wished stayed buried: Carousel Armory.
Of course…
She already had a feeling this game would be reusing assets left and right. Without a doubt ‘Precious’ the shopkeeper was waiting for her on the other side of its door. Sunset wondered if the Equestrian magic would deign to make an excuse for the recurring shopkeep. There were doubts in her mind, however.
“I guess that’ll work,” she mumbled. As much as she didn’t want a clone of Rarity groping and kissing her again, upgrades took priority. “What are you guys going to do?”
“I’m going to make friends with some of the local animals.” Flutters flicked one of the ears of her cat headband. Sunset remembered those supposedly helped her communicate with Diaperia’s fauna.
There’s gotta be some hidden secrets based on animal dialogue, Sunset figured. That, or the game devs really wanted an excuse for those cat ears. “Hey, let me know if they tell you anything good,” she said. Flutters nodded as she waved them off.
Beatrix twirled her staff, eyes easy to follow. Sunset saw her looking at the local tavern, groaning to herself. “Just don’t rack up a huge tab again. I’m not saving you from the stockade again.”
“Hmm, you’d like me to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Beatrix’s finger curled under Sunset’s chin. “But I’ll be good. Promise.”
Sunset rolled her eyes at the flirtation, cursing this game’s affection meter. She made Beatrix promise to meet them at the wagon in an hour and headed into the armory.
When she entered, it was a familiar sight. Precious the Rarity clone was waiting at the front desk. As far as Sunset could remember, nothing about her had changed since their last run in back at The Town of Beginnings. Maybe her outfit had been pallette swapped. Maybe .
The wares could be different for all Sunset knew. She hadn’t dedicated brainspace to memorizing the last Carousel Armory’s contents. The sooner she forgot crap like that the better.
Regretfully the shopkeeper lit up when she saw the door open. But it seemed not with recognition. She put on her salesman glasses and sauntered across the room.
“Hello, darling!” Precious said, mirroring Rarity’s affectations to a T. “How can I help you today?”
Sunset pressed her lips together. “Uh… do you, remember me by any chance?”
“Remember?” Precious chortled. “Darling I never forget a customer’s face. And that tells me you must be new in town.”
“Uh, yep. Sure am.” They were supposed to be separate characters after all. Sunset decided to take it. Maybe this Precious would be less touchy-feely than the last.
She could feel Precious size her up, eyes glinting down to her outfit. “My, what remarkable craftsmanship,” she said. A hand slinked over, running up Sunset’s side and stopping just below her breast. Flinching, she hobbled back.
So much for that, she thought. It was like she invited the universe to do these kinds of things to her.
“Not quite as good as my own, however,” Precious said, dissing her doppleganger unknowingly. Spinning she held out her arms to the assortment of racks and clothes stuffed into the small space. “Look around and find something new for yourself, dear. An adventurer deserves the best.”
“Thanks,” Sunset said, still shivering from the touch. Crossing her arms, she wobbled forward. As she eyed the clothes, Precious eyed her diaper.
“Goodness,” she said of the giant, ruby red mass. “Darling, I’m afraid to say it looks like you’ve been Slimed. Do you need some Antidote Powder?”
Sunrise jiggled in discomfort. Sunset slapped two hands against her swelled, padded crotch to stop her. “N-No!” She insisted. “I’ll get by.”
“If you insist. Do let me know if you have any questions about my inventory. Many have additional effects not obvious to the untrained eye.”
“Mmhmm.” Sunset was biting her lip. Sunrise’s involuntary spasm may have passed, but it left her tingling a bit between her legs. After a moment she calmed down enough to waddle between the racks.
Like last time, the barrage of girly, prissy dresses and baby clothes made her want to barf. The colors were overwhelming; they started to hurt her eyes after a while with all the bright pinks and blues and yellows and purples. All the glitter and sparkles didn’t help either. Never before had Sunset found herself wishing she was colorblind.
As she walked past one row she felt a tug at her hips. Sunrise suddenly pulled on the diaper, forcing Sunset to waddle backwards awkwardly.
“What?” She whisper-hissed so Precious couldn’t hear. Sunrise gave two tugs on the padding, forcing Sunset to look at one dress in particular.
When she did, Sunset just furrowed her brows. It was a dress with a boob window on it. Suddenly Sunrise’s interest made sense.
“No!” She hissed. She swore she saw her slimy padding deflate with disappointment.
Sunset added “not pervy” to her list of requirements for her new outfit. At this point, her standards were starting to get a little too high. Especially with “not too infantile” and “actually useful” being at the top of her list.
Nothing she looked at filled her with confidence. Every now and again she thought she found an acceptable piece of equipment, but she was always let down when she asked Precious for its effect.
“That one increases your defense, sweetie,” she said of a seafoam green shirt and skirt combo. Flutters had a spell for that, so it didn’t strike her as useful. After pointing to a buttercup yellow onesie she was told: “that one makes the effects from your potions last longer.” She wasn’t really interested in learning a whole other mechanic of the game just to try and make that useful.
Eventually she ran through most of her acceptable-ish options. That left the things she disliked. She scrutinized all of them like a picky vulture eating through carrion. She ended up on a not-so-terrible option.
“This little number increases your HP by two,” Precious said. She was talking about a tiny baby dress, one that had Sunset groaning internally.
It had a hot pink, puffy skirt. It was made of two layers, one extending a little further than the other, but neither dipping far enough to cover even an unSlimed diaper. The pink continued up to a little belt at the waist, which had two loops like her onesie for carrying things. Up from that, the dress shifted white. It had a ruffled front leading up to a collar that clinched up at the throat, where frills lined it. From the belly button up to the neck it had pale pink buttons shaped like hearts. The puffed sleeves returned to the hot pink color of the skirt. They were lined at the end with more white frills.
It was… a lot. But white was an acceptable color in all the mess she’d seen, and this one was mostly that. At least the skirt would cover some of her padding bulge. That wouldn’t matter to Diaperia’s NPCs, but it would make her feel a little better. Checking the price, Sunset could see it was comfortably in her range too.
Stars above, I’m really considering this, aren’t I? More HP would be nice. She didn’t want to have to resort to—shudder—using Flutters’ healing method. The day Sunset caved and breastfed was not one she wanted to be alive for.
“I’ll take it,” she sighed.
“Excellent!” Precious clapped her hands together. “Come, come, let me help you out of your onesie and you can try it right on.”
Sunset’s hands clamped over her chest. “Uh…” She’d rather not get naked right now. Especially not with a girl who looked exactly like one of her friends helping her. “I’ll just keep it on.”
“That’s…” Precious blinked. It seemed like there wasn’t already a programmed line for her to say. Sunset imagined this wasn’t something the game usually allowed. She recalled only having one slot for equipment over her body. “Well… it’s rather unorthodox.”
“I don’t mind.” Sunset pushed the money into Precious’ hand and grabbed the dress from its rack. The Equestrian magic didn’t seem like it was going to stop her. That meant, as long as she was clever about it, she could stack buffs. An exploitable glitch like this was one she hoped to really take advantage of in the future.
She fiddled with the dress for a bit, needing help to pull it over her head. Precious grabbed the side of the skit and helped yank it down for her. Sunset’s head popped out the end and she gasped for air. Precious buttoned it up for her, Sunset squirming a bit when the last ones were done. It was tight at her throat, but only a bit uncomfortable all things considered. The frills tickled her chin.
Precious then pulled a line of ribbon that had been hanging on the same rack as the dress and looped it around Sunset’s neck. She tied it into the shape of a hot pink bow, fluffing the ears a bit before smiling and stepping back. Sunset felt cheated; if she’d known this had been a part of the ensemble she may have been swayed to find something else.
Well… she thought. It’s on me…
“Give us a twirl, darling!” Precious clapped giddily.
Embarrassed, Sunset swished her skirt back and forth. It seemed to be enough.
“Oh, you’d make all the other girls at the playground jealous, you know that?”
Please stop talking. Sunset could feel Sunrise bobbing a bit in the padding, as if to nod in approval. And don’t you start!
Her sippy cup and rattled ended up in the belt loops of the dress. Their sudden appearance reminded her of how they’d done the same with her onesie. It was at least a minor convenience. As much as she wanted to call it quits here, she knew extra HP wasn’t the only thing she’d need out on the road. Her encounter with those Griffon sisters had taught her that much.
Scanning the possibilities, Sunset ended up debasing herself with a few more accessories. She found white, satin gloves that had so many frills at the wrists they were ridiculous. But they supposedly gave her plus two melee damage, and so she gladly equipped them. She also settled on a rose-pink headband that had a plastic bow on the top. It increased the effects of the rest of her clothes by fifty percent, which was a steal for its price. If Sunset got some rare, powerful drops later on this thing would only make them better. The humiliation of having it on her head was worth it.
Lastly, came the need to upgrade her weapon. And that wound up being a big disappointment.
“I’m sorry dearie,” Precious said. “I’m afraid I don’t have a toysmith on hand for weaponry.”
“Really?” Sunset groaned. This was one of the first towns in the game. Were the developers going to drag this out or what? “Well, do you know where I could find something better than this?” She held up Auntie Lulu’s rattle. It was a paltry tutorial weapon that wouldn’t do well in the game’s first dungeon.
“Hmm…” Precious tapped her chin with both index fingers. “Actually, yes! Show me your map, darling.”
They moved to the counter so Sunset could properly unfurl it. To her surprise, Precious marked a spot that was about halfway between Pamperville and the water dungeon. She realized this was likely due to the grace of the game devs. Putting a useful, yet optional, side quest on route to the game’s first major landmark was actually good design sense on their parts.
“I have an old flame out there who was an… adequate toysmith during her time with me.” The way Precious said that it sounded like there was a lot of bitterness between them. If she was anything like Rarity—and she was, unfortunately—then still offering someone she disliked faint praise was a mark that they were actually really good at their job. “She’s a real brute, but you might be able to convince her to help you.”
“That’s perfect!” Sunset said. “Thanks!”
She finished paying Precious, unfortunately taking two kisses to the cheek from the woman yet again. She really needed to have a talk with this game’s designers about—well, a lot of things really—but chief among them being personal space.
Waving goodbye, Sunset waddled out of the Carousel Armory and started making her way back to the group’s wagon. Her new dress’ skirt bounced all the way, which was annoying. But Sunset found herself able to ignore it. She clutched her map, a little excited. If she got a particularly good weapon from this toysmith, the first dungeon might actually be a piece of cake!
…Or maybe she was just underestimating the game’s Brutal difficulty.
“I’ve got you now!” Sunset about knocked the shop door off its hinges with how hard she threw it open. Breathing heavily, sweat dripping down her brow, she knew she’d all but won.
Just seconds ago a wisp of Equestrian magic had wiggled under the entrance to this store. She’d been chasing it for what felt like hours, hoping to corner it before it could cause any problems in the human world. Part of her regretted not calling the other girls for help when she first saw it, but she had a feeling the exhaustion would all be worth it once she single-handedly solved this little problem.
The store was empty, save for a clerk at the checkout station a little ways down. He seemed unfazed by her outburst as he didn’t even look up from his phone. He mumbled a canned line his managers no doubt forced him to say every time someone came in: “Welcome to Game Zone. Bargain bin is in the back.”
Sunset didn’t respond, looking around to continue her hunt. She hadn’t paid attention earlier when she was chasing down the wisp of magic. Rows of shelves greeted her, each toting plastic boxes with colorful, violent, or violently colorful box art. Stacks of collectables broke up the otherwise monotonous offerings of the store with plushies, vinyl figures, and other stuff.
Scanning around, Sunset’s head snapped to the side when she caught something out of her peripheral vision. The wisp of magic, rounding a corner of a nearby shelf.
“No you don’t!” She yelled, not caring if she sounded like a maniac to the cashier. She raced after the pink, sparkly miasma. By the time she reached the shelf, she saw it was already snaking down the hall. Despite how tired she was, Sunset barreled after it. She chased it all the way to a plastic bin in the back of the store, where it sneaked in with a collection of discounted, old games.
Sunset’s hands crashed into the messily stacked games, swiping them this way and that in her pursuit of the Equestria magic. She knew it had no sentience of its own, but it sure felt like it was trying to hide from her.
Finally, she caught it. It slipped into one of the game cases, causing it to glow with a soft, pink-ish hum. She fished it from the pile, knowing it was too late to stop it. The magic was enchanting this game, just as previous wisps had affected other parts of the human world.
Some part of Sunset was relieved by this. Though she hadn’t managed to stop the magic or send it back to Equestria, she had managed to corner it. Now no one else would be about to get involved with it. She could keep an eye on it instead and make sure it wouldn’t cause any trouble.
Turning over the game case, Sunset found herself curious what title had just been enchanted. This was the bargain bin the cashier had mentioned, so it wasn’t like this was some new or well known game. The logo on the cover said that it was for an X-station, a console she actually had back home.
When she took a look at the title proper, she nearly did a double take.
Pampered Princess and the Cozy Curse
The pastel pinks and purples made it feel like it should be a kiddie game, but it was actually rated M. The cover art featured a full grown woman dressed up like a fairy princess, with translucent, glittery wings, a tiara, and a poofy pink dress. And, hiding under the hem of the skirt, a giant white diaper covered with yellow stars.
“What on Earth?” She turned it over and back again. She wasn’t seeing things. Sheer curiosity had her read the description on the back of the box.
“The land of Diaperia finds itself under siege from a terrible curse. It’s up to the kingdom’s Princess of Pampers to track down the witch responsible and set things right, no matter how wet and messy she gets along the way.” Sunset blinked, and looked around. Thankfully no one had heard her give voice to those words. That would’ve been just a bit embarrassing.
Is this a… fetish game? She looked at the screenshots of game play, which featured a scantily-clad (and padded) woman in various kinky situations. Spanked by enemies, groped in a pit of tentacles, etc. Definitely a fetish game , Sunset realized, much to her dismay.
She wanted to drop the game back in the bin then and there. She felt gross just holding it. If it weren’t for the Equestrian magic swirling about within its code, she would have.
She couldn’t just let this thing run wild. It would probably just end up in the hands of some creep and who knows what they’d do with it. She couldn’t destroy it either. The magic would only run free to a new host then.
Sunset sighed. Her only option was to take this thing home with her.
Her eyes shifted to the bored-looking cashier. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks at the thought of having to purchase this thing. Even if it was just a random cashier that didn’t know her, she didn’t want anyone to think she actually enjoyed something like this.
Her fingers tightened around the enchanted game. An idea wormed its way into her brain.
He really wasn’t paying attention. If she just tucked it away in one of her jackets inner pockets… she might just be able to walk out with it.
Shoplifting.
Old habits die hard , she thought bitterly.
Her old self wouldn’t have even hesitated. She’d already be out the door, in fact. Never to suffer the humiliation of having to buy a diaper fetish game.
It would be pretty easy. Her thoughts felt like a devil on her shoulder. Glancing at the price on the outside of the been was like fuel to the fire. It’s only fifty cents…
If there was an angel in this discussion, they weren’t making their voice heard. Sunset was only finding more and more excuses to just steal the game.
Her hand was already tucking it in her jacket. Eyes darted to the cashier. Oblivious.
This is wrong . She reminded herself one last time in vain.
The game slipped into her pocket. Snug as a bug. She was really doing this.
Better a thief than a pervert, she reasoned.
Sunset snatched another, random game from the bin. An old-school racing sim. It served as her cover to avoid suspicion, and she bought it before leaving the store.
I did a good deed, she told herself. She was taking a dangerous, maybe even deadly game out of the grasp of the public. Yeah. It was all in the name of safety.
This wasn’t a backwards slide into her old ways. And she’d still given the Game Zone her business anyway. No one was harmed by this.
Yet Sunset couldn’t shake the strangling sensation of guilt as she scuttled home, hand never leaving the game’s box.
——
She slammed her door shut like she was being followed.
Sunset had made it all the way to her apartment without giving into her better nature and going back to pay for the game. She was ashamed to say she felt a bit of a rush, her heart was pounding from her crime. But more than anything she was relieved.
She was relieved the Equestrian magic was contained. She was relieved she hadn’t been caught. And she was relieved no one had seen her with this bizarre video game.
Sunset took the Pampered Princess game case out of her jacket. It’s poppy, girly art style stared back at her. She swore the character on front was giving her an “I know what you did” kind of look.
“At least you won’t be causing anyone any trouble,” Subset told the enchanted game. She wasn’t sure the magic was sentient, but just in case she figured she ought to let it know who’s boss.
It didn’t respond. Not even a glow or a twinkle.
Sunset frowned, flipping the game over and back again. Is the magic… really in there?
Maybe it had slipped out during her run home. It wasn’t impossible, that’s for sure.
It made her angry that it was plausible. If the magic had gotten away from her, it meant she’d shoplifted for nothing!
Sunset clenched her jaw. She didn’t like that, and she really didn’t like the thought of that magic causing trouble elsewhere. But the only way to be sure that this game was still enchanted…
She bit her lip. The only way to know for sure was to play it and see what sort of mischief it caused.
Sweet Celestia, am I really going to have to play this thing? It was a rhetorical question. Sunset knew herself well enough to know she wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight until the matter was settled. She needed to be sure this game was enchanted. For everyone’s safety… and to soothe her guilty conscience.
It’s the only way I can know for sure I did a bad thing for the right reason, she told herself.
As a last-ditch effort she popped open the game case and inspected the disc within. She was hoping for the soft flicker of Equestrian magic to do the confirming for her, but no such luck.
With a heavy groan, Sunset went to fish out her old X-Station from back in her closet. She had no idea how long it would take until her suspicions were put to rest. Maybe something crazy and magic-based would happen five minutes in. Maybe three excruciating hours would go by and the magic wouldn’t reveal itself at all. She had no way of knowing for sure, and she felt like it would take a lot to convince herself the magic had actually escaped from her.
Plugging in the console to her TV, Sunset popped the disc in and plopped down on her bed. A cutesy jingle played and her screen went pink. After a few seconds, bubbly magenta letters appeared onscreen
Pampered Princess and the Cozy Curse
-press start-
Sunset followed the command, her stomach churning with what she should expect. True to the style of the box art, it was child-friendly and very, very girly so far. But she knew this game’s true intentions and she wasn’t looking forward to exposing them.
The screen faded in on a story book, titled with the game’s name, though now in cursive gold font. It opened on its own, flipping a few pages in before landing on a two-page image of a lush kingdom in sepia tone. Narration filled Sunset’s ears.
“Long ago the people of Diaperia lived together in harmony–”
Sunset hit the skip button the second it appeared onscreen. She really wasn’t interested in the story for this game. Or anything about it, really.
“Then everything changed–”
Skip.
“Only–”
Skip.
“One hundred years passed–”
Skip.
The screen finally faded to black. The next transition wasn’t a fade at all. Rather, the black void split open to reveal a digital ceiling. It fluttered from black to ceiling and Sunset realized this was POV shot. For a moment, the soft ambient music of the game was all there was. Sunset couldn’t even control her character’s perspective yet. Still just an opening cutscene.
A knocking sound effect made her character’s head turn. She got a look around at an extravagant room. Elaborate Victorian furniture greeted her screen, along with a heavy oak door across the room. Another knock.
“Princess?” Came the onscreen text graphics. No voice acting, and frankly Sunset was not surprised. Who would want to lend their voice to a diaper fetish game?
The name attached to the text box was simply ‘???’. ??? spoke again: “Princess, please open the door. I know you need a change.”
So I’m playing as a princess. Sunset deduced. That's a bit unique. She was used to games opening her up as a prisoner, or a soldier or something like that. Easier to just get to gameplay that way.
The camera made it look like her character was getting up. Then it started moving throughout the room. Still no control for her, no matter how much she moved her controller’s sticks.
Instead of the door, her character moved to a mirror that stretched from the ceiling to the floor on a nearby wall. Sunset got her first look at this Princess, who was clearly a default character model. Brown hair, brown eyes. Bland, if cute, features. The game was old, and probably cheap, but the graphics weren’t half bad. Rather than chasing what amount for realism a decade or so ago, it had gone for something more stylized. Similar to anime.
The nudity also jumped out at her. Her character wore nothing up top. Cartoonishly large breasts jiggled ever so slightly with her character’s idle animation. Below that, clothing existed… in the form of a poofy, yellow stained diaper. But still, it was something at least.
Sunset was honestly a little surprised to see the game get right to the point so quickly. If this had actually been her thing, then she would’ve been pleasantly surprised, instead of eye-rollingly disgusted. She wondered how many perverts never made it passed this screen due to... distractions.
Suddenly character customizer sliders appeared, and Sunset’s control flicking did something.
She could change hair style, color, skin color, and a few other things. Sadly, breast size didn’t seem to be an option, and her poor character was going to be stuck with those massive honkers.
Sunset wasn’t a very good character customizer. Most of the time when she had that ability, she just made the character model look as close to herself as possible. And that’s pretty much what her autopilot did here.
She couldn’t get the yellow streaks in her hair, but long red locks were easy. Same with her slightly cyan eyes and orange skin. As she worked, the knocking sound effect occasionally came in to remind her that she was keeping someone waiting. Her character also yawned, stretched, and rubbed her eyes every now and again. Just in case the player forgot they had recently been asleep or something.
The face, she couldn’t do much about. Any of the features she rotated through for eyes, nose, and mouth all looked the same to her. She was forced to pick a lipstick color, which felt silly since her character had just woken up. Whoever designed this was definitely a man, she thought. Soft pink it was.
Lastly, she noticed a difficulty toggle near the bottom of the screen. It seemed weird to put that here at the customization screen. She changed it from “Baby Mode” to “Easy” and soon found out why.
Her character’s balloon tits suddenly deflated. They were still massive, but more within the realm of reality now, probably a DD cup.
Sunset found her eyelids lowering. She was unimpressed. While it was kind of a hilarious concept, she wasn’t in the mood to laugh. What she did want was a smaller breast size for her character. Even if she didn’t care about this game in the slightest, it was tradition for her to make each character represent herself as much as possible.
Changing the difficulty to “Medium” got her a D cup. Still too massive. The next, and last, difficulty setting actually wasn’t “Hard”. Instead, it was called “Brutal” and was written in a sharp, jagged font with blood red lettering, in contrast to the pink and white bubble letters of the rest of the UI.
It did get her character close to a C cup though, which was still a little big, but Sunset would settle. She wasn’t concerned about the game’s difficulty at all. She figured she’d get to the actual gameplay, try it out for a bit, and call it quits for the night. If nothing strange happened until then, she’d have to just assume the magic was still in the game somewhere .
She tapped the button to save, and a prompt came up.
“Are you sure this is the look you want? You can’t change it once the game starts.”
X - Accept O - Make changes
Sunset hit X.
The game saved her progress. Disappointingly, the save animation couldn’t just be a little spinning wheel. It was a full on animated shape matching game in the corner of the screen. A square, triangle and round peg all bounced into their respective holes. They hopped and repeated the process over and over, until the “Progress Saved” screen appeared.
Usually customized touches like that were a sign a lot of love and creativity went into a game. It was a reason to get excited in her book. But in this case it didn’t make Sunset feel any excitement for what this game had in store for her.
The prompt went away and the cutscene picked back up. Sunset watched her character waddle around the room to the door. Immediately, she saw the problem with what she’d just done. She’d made a look-a-like version of herself to toddle around in a used diaper. A groan escaped her lips; she’d just made this whole experience more awkward than it needed to be.
But it was too late to change it. Sunset would just have to press on for the five or so minutes until she decided to call it quits. Not the worst thing in the world.
Her character opened the bedroom door, finally ending the incessant knocking sound effect. An NPC toddled in, and just the sight of her made Sunset groan again.
She knew this was a fetish game, but come on .
A woman dressed in an incredibly skimpy maid uniform stood before her nearly-nude digital self. As if to make things feel even more perverted, the maid’s short skirt didn’t exactly hide a diaper of her own, which poofed out to a ridiculous degree beneath the frills.
“You really kept me waiting.” ??? the maid said.
Sunset’s Princess character spoke with text. “I’m sorry, Rainbow. I was sleepy."
Sunset nearly dropped her controller. The name was enough of a coincidence, but it forced her to focus on the maid’s character design beyond just the horny outfit.
She had long, prismatic hair, and light blue skin. It made this whole thing feel more than a mere coincidence. Almost creepy. Almost… caused by Equestrian magic.
Had it somehow read Sunset’s mind and decided to fill this game with look-a-likes of people she knew? If so, that would be proof enough then and there to confirm the magic was in the disc still. But, Sunset paused.
Despite the similarities, this character was not a one-to-one of Rainbow Dash. For starters, instead of the sporty cut Dash rocked, this character’s hair curled at the end of each band of color into little spirals. If anything, it resembled Dean Cadance of Crystal Prep Academy, not her friend.
On top of that, instead of Dash’s red eyes, Rainbow the maid sported purple irises. If this magic was trying to recreate Sunset’s friend, it was doing a sloppy job.
It was then she remembered that she shouldn’t be surprised by a rainbow-haired character being here at all. Having this kind of multi-colored hair was rare in real life, but very common in video games. Most had at least one character with rainbow hair colors to make them stand out and feel more exotic. Though, ironically, it had led to a sea of interchangeable nothing characters in the early days of console games.
Even light-blue skin wasn’t that much of a coincidence. It was just basic color theory from a design perspective. It looked good when paired with rainbow hair. Simple as that
Same went for the character’s name. Just “Rainbow”. Pretty lazy, actually.
Eventually, Sunset had to conclude this wasn’t weird enough to warrant proof of the magic’s presence. She even remembered having a conversation with Dash about this in the past. Her friend had been pretty chuffed about the prospect of being in “every video game ever made” as she had put it. At least, until she learned that practically all of her video game counterparts were archetypal tsundere’s, most of which becoming pretty docile and submissive around the player character over the course of the story. Couldn’t expect creativity or originality from the gaming industry after all.
Sunset retrieved her controller from the ground. She’d been stuck on the Princess’ dialogue box for a while and finally clicked over.
The maid, who’s name text had been upgraded to “Rainbow” said. “Come on, let me check your diaper.”
Sunset found that pretty unnecessary. Most of her digital self’s diaper was yellow. It really seemed unnecessary. But the game proved her logic wrong, because the next thing that happened was Rainbow the maid reaching down and fondling Princess-Sunset’s crotch.
“Oh come on!” she actually said out loud. Her character even squirmed a bit, as if she was getting turned on by the touch of her maid.
This was the most blatant pandering Sunset had ever seen. She was certain any of the weirdos who played this game that did make it past the character customization screen definitely got stuck here. Watching a loop of the groping and squirming animations–that clearly weren’t going to end until someone hit a button to continue–would be enough to make those perverts drop their pants and jack it right there.
The fact that the characters closely resembled herself and one of her best friends was not helping. She tried to fast forward through this bit, but the next couple of text boxes appeared with the “diaper check” animation still playing.
“Geeze, it’s really full,” said Rainbow.
“I’m sorry,” Sunset’s princess said, with doe eyes.
“You really outdid yourself this time, Your Highness. What am I going to do with you?”
“It was an accident…” her character whimpered.
Finally, mercifully, she was able to speed past the animation. Rainbow pulled back and took the princess’ hand, leading her over to an obvious changing table. Thankfully the screen faded to black here, probably because the devs couldn’t make any decent changing animation. When it faded back in, Sunset’s character was lying on her back on the table, a clean diaper around her waist.
In the corner, the shape-matching save animation played again. It must do that whenever your character changed their diaper to serve as a quicksave.
“There you go, nice and clean, Your Highness.”
“Thank you, Rainbow.”
“Now hurry and get dressed. Your mother has requested to see you in the throne room first thing today,” Rainbow said.
Sunset sighed, and just started pressing X without reading any of the milquetoast dialogue. It was the beginning of the game, and she figured the only important parts would come when she reached the Queen. She could see the scenario writers falling asleep at the wheel here. The Queen would give her something to do, or tell her about a problem that would become an issue in a little bit, probably die or get kidnapped for motivation’s sake, and they’d move along into the real game.
She leaned back a little. Her bed was starting to feel really comfortable, and she was getting sick of how awkward this game made her feel.
crinkle crinkle.
Sunset paused. Did that… come from the game? She sat upright to look at the screen again.
crinkle crinkle .
She blinked. No… no it definitely had not. She realized that that comfy feeling of her bed seemed to wrap around her waist to. It felt plush, tight, and plastic-y. Kind of like a…
Sunset practically ripped her skirt off when she tugged it down to see. Her eyes confirmed what her brain already knew, but a surprised shriek still left her lips.
She was in a diaper!
“No!” Sunset cried. “No! No! No!” She grabbed the diaper’s waistband and pulled. She ripped at the tapes. She tried to push it down.
But it didn’t come off. No matter what she did, it stayed wrapped around her nethers and rear end. Her jostling only caused it to ride up and push itself deep into her privates. Rather than a scream, this got a squeak out of her.
Her face had never been so red.
“No! No no no no no! Nononononono!” Her panic mode was still firing on all cylinders. She stood up and still couldn’t push the padding from her butt. Worse yet, when standing she had to confront just how poofy this massive thing was. It spread her thighs apart. She doubted she’d be able to bring her knees together with it on. And nothing she did could get it off!
Her frenzy eventually died down, with anger coming in to replace it. “You!” She glared at her X-station, where the disc inside refused to respond.
This. This was all the confirmation Sunset needed. The Equestrian magic had never left the game. But it was going to leave her!
She hit the console’s power button. The TV blinked off, miraculously. Her X-station powered down too. The magic didn’t seem to react, not even trying to repower her X-station, even though Sunset waited a good minute or two, certain it would.
The game was off, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her hands went to take the diaper off her now that it was over.
crinkle crinkle.
Sunset’s heart skipped a beat. She almost choked on that sigh while fiddling with her diaper. She tried again to rip it off.
crinkle crinkle.
“No…” she breathed. It wasn’t over after all.
Sunset dashed into her kitchen, forced to waddle thanks to the diaper. She didn’t even kick her skirt free from her ankles, making her look like an overgrown toddler who had a habit of stripping and running around.
She reached her junk drawer and ripped a pair of scissors out of it. She tried to use them to cut the tapes, the waistband, even just dragging them across the poofy layers hoping to slice them open. But nothing worked.
“No!” She screamed this one. “You can’t be serious! This can’t be happening!”
She was stuck in an indestructible diaper.
She may have turned her console off, but the game had only just begun.
Author's Note
Been off the grid for a while, huh?
Look, I've been pretty burned out on writing in general lately and MLP fics doubly so. Doesn't matter if I spend months away or try to force myself to power through. But, this was the first idea in a long, long time to get me tapping away at the ole keys. Can't promise it will ever be finished (oh boy could this get long), can't even promise that much more than this tbh. But... who knows?
The three of them stumbled into the inn, Sunset’s head thrown back in the throes of pleasure. She’d been forced to let Flutters and Beatrix do the bulk of the work getting here. Moving only encouraged the slimy interloper in her diaper to brush up against her more. Not moving wasn’t much better, but still.
No one looked at them right away as they kicked open the door. Sunset didn’t get to enjoy anonymity for long. Warm, gooey padding bunched up into her nethers and her moans tore through the inn. Patrons enjoying the common area all turned from the open fire place to witness the publically horny girl. The innkeeper at a desk to the side looked grumbly the louder Sunset got. Everyone in the inn seemed to look at her with disdain, actually, as if she’d just interrupted a really good time.
“Um… Sunset?” Flutters did not seem to be enjoying the attention. Her cheeks were flushed and she wasn’t even the one with a monster constantly teasing her. “Maybe you should quiet down…”
“Tell it to OOOOooouuUUUHHHhhh!” She bit her lip. The slime was circling her clit. “Tell it to her !” she growled, pointing at the swollen, ruby red diaper around her hips.
“I’m sorry!”
They reached the innkeeper, Beatrix flinging a nearly limp Sunset all the way into Flutters’ arms. Sunset wasn’t even able to protest as her face was mashed into her party member’s breasts. All her energy was focused on not moaning again.
“You, plebian!” Beatrix pointed at the innkeeper. A great start, to be sure. “How much Antidote Powder do you have on hand?”
She blinked slowly, annoyance spreading across her face.
“Are you as slow as you are ugly?” Beatrix snapped a few times in front of the woman’s face. “He-llo! Anybody home?”
“That’s not helping Trix–EEEEEEEEEE!” Sunset nearly came then and there. She almost wished she had, then the slime’s presence wouldn’t be so distracted. But instead it just kept running padding into her clit.
As Sunset threw her head back, biting her tongue off to avoid moaning, the innkeeper spoke. Her dark magenta hair and light pink skin had reminded Sunset of Ms. Cheerilee from school. Her voice all but confirmed this was the video game’s equivalent of her teacher.
“No Antidote Powder.” Maybe it was just because of the way Beatrix had spoke to her, but the Cheerilee clone sounded distinctly unamused. “No nothing, I’m afraid.”
“Nothing?” Beatrix huffed her way into crossed arms. “What kind of shabby, third-rate inn are you running here, lady?”
The woman narrowed her eyes. She opened her mouth, looking like she was about to shout for them to leave. Sunset, realizing this was her only chance for a while to kick the groping interloper out of her diaper, rushed forward and pushed Beatrix aside.
“Forgive her, she doesn’t know when to shut up.” Beatrix ‘harumphed’ off to the side, and Sunset ignored her. “Are you sure there’s no medicine left? I really need he—EEEEEELLLLLLLPPP, OH STARS!” She nearly came then and there, but it felt like the slimey diaper pulled back when she got close. Sunset was left panting and gasping. The innkeeper’s expression shifted to disgust.
“Um… Sorry,” Flutters nudged Sunset aside, who was still spasming in her near-climax. “We really need Antidote Powder. Are you sure there’s none left?”
“Positive,” Game-Cheerilee said quite negatively.
“Do you… know when you might be getting more?”
The innkeeper side. “Girls, I’d love to help, but there’s nothing I can do for you. Any supplies caravans that come our way get attacked by the Griffon Sisters. We’re lucky if they leave behind baby food for us, much less pricey stuff like medicine.”
Oh great, Sunset recognized where this was going, but gooey padding poked at her nethers again, and she chomped down on the insides of her cheeks.
“And where are they?” Beatrix demanded before Sunset could yell “don’t!”.
“Their hideout is Harpy’s Beak, not too far from here,” the innkeeper said. “If you could take them down and bring back our last caravan, I’d give you any supplies you wanted from their horde.”
“Well, hopefully we don’t have to go that far,” Flutters said. “Maybe if we ask nicely, they’ll give you some Antidote Powder, Sunset!”
“S-Stop!” She moaned. Her party members assumed she was talking to the slime.
“Fine, we’ll do it,” Beatrix agreed, pulling out a map for the innkeeper to mark for them. “Anything to shut her yapping.”
Dammit! Sunset wanted to scream. Her team had just signed her up for a side quest. A stupid, useless, time-wasting side quest. It was already going to take them forever to reach the next town and now she had to do this just to get free of her slimey padding?
“Wait,” Sunset moaned as her party shuffled her back out the door. She could barely explain why this was a bad idea, not that they understood her through all the pleasured cries. Before she knew it they were shoulder carrying her towards Harpy’s Beak.
“Mmmph! O-Ohh! Don’t—Ah ah!” Sunset’s lip was going to bleed if she kept biting it like this. Everytime, every single time, she got close to release, it was like the slime in her diaper knew and pulled back to deny it. Her privates were wet, and had been dripping against the padded prison around her pelvis for the last few miles. Whenever she got a break, it didn’t last long. She was gifted mere moments of clarity before being edged again.
Beatrix had given up trying to help Sunset walk an hour ago. Throwing up her hands in disgust, she let the work fall on Flutters. Unfortunately, the poor girl wasn’t even as strong as her real-world counterpart. Apologies tumbling out of her, Flutters had been forced to let Sunset go too.
She still couldn’t walk. Standing on her own would’ve been a feat. Sunset was forced to crawl, whimpering like a baby in between her moans of ecstasy, as she struggled to keep up with the other members of her party.
Harpy’s Beak was within sight. Within reach even. A twin pair of rocks that seemed to rise out of the ground with sharp, jagged edges. The way they curved into each other made them look like a bird’s beak standing straight up. The name was well chosen.
They had to leave the path to reach it, suffering a few slime attacks along the way. Thankfully they were never in groups of five, so Flutters and Beatrix had been able to handle them. But even if two or three were doable, four was definitely pushing it. And unfortunately, they soon found themselves facing a quartet of red blobs.
“Wanna help us out, Sunset?” Beatrix grumbled. Her diaper poofed as it doubed in size, Flutters casting a defense buff right away. As she prepared a new spell and Beatrix twirled her staff, Sunset attempted to look like she could help. But reaching for her rattle only tempted the slime to caress her privates even further. Sunset’s fingers curled and sank to the ground. She was breathing heavily.
“Brilliant,” Beatrix grumbled. Left to do all the hard work, she started flinging her plastic rings at the slimes. It took a number of successive slices before a single slime’s body would give out. With how many they were facing right now, it was going to take Beatrix a while to clean them up. All the while she had to dodge to avoid ending up slimed in the same way as Sunset.
Sunset’s diaper seemed to buzz and vibrate. It felt frantic and desperate, not nearly as gentle as it had been up to this point. The whole experience was numbing Sunset’s slit. She could hardly take it, brought to the brink of orgasm for the umpteenth time that day. Even though it was the middle of a battle, she decided she had to try and get this thing off.
Sinking to her butt, she rolled back and started shoving at the diaper off. Its waistband wouldn’t budge and inch, and she couldn’t undo the tapes no matter how much she clawed at them. Still, Sunset continued her fruitless effort. She had to do something after all. Even if the chances were slim, maybe the game would glitch, or something, and she’d be able to escape her padding.
“Um, Sunset?” Flutters’ meek squeak barely registered. “You’re not going to get the slime out that way.”
But just as she finished saying those words, the slime suddenly leapt out of Sunset’s diaper.
The gelatinous red goo shot like a jet, flying between Beatrix’s legs and striking one of the enemy slimes. Sunset gasped, her diaper suddenly deflating. It was still soggy, her shameful accident from earlier still there. But still, it was like a miracle to be free of that slime. Until she realized why it had decided to abandon her diaper in the first place.
They were fighting four slimes. And it was the fifth.
“No!” Sunset shouted, shooting up. Her nethers still tingled from the constant attention. Just brushing up against her padding while she stood nearly made her cum.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Beatrix yelled, unable to stop the rest of the slimes from clamoring forward and sloshing into each other. She tried to quickly recall all her rings back to her staff. Flutters ‘eep’ed in fear.
The slimes reformed, taking on a human shape once again. To Sunset’s dismay, it was her naked shape in particular, large bouncing breasts, taught nipples, and all.
“Errgh. The Magnificent Beatrix has had enough of you!” Raising her staff, Beatrix let the rings on it expand, turning it into a powerful bludgeoning weapon. One good blow to the head would end this.
“Wait!”
Everyone froze in surprise as the slime girl suddenly spoke. She held up a dripping red hand, face petrified. For a moment, everyone did wait, all panting from the battle—or sexual exhaustion in Sunset’s case.
Beatrix shook her head. “No, I’m not waiting around for any of your tricks, monster. Prepare to die.” She reared back her massive staff. The slimey visage of Sunset cried out in fear, ducking down and covering her head with her hands.
“Stop!” Flutters suddenly cried out.
“What?” Beatrix snapped at her, angry to be interrupted a second time.
“Can’t you see she’s scared?” Flutters demanded. She marched over to Beatrix and put herself in between the sorceress and the monster girl. “Just leave her alone!”
“Flutters, she tried to kill us once already today!” Beatrix pointed out.
“And she’s been mucking about in my diaper ever since!” Sunset reminded the other girl. Now that she was freed and calming down, rage started to mount. Maybe it was a bit bloodlust-y of her, but Sunset wanted this monster to die! And it was just a video game character after all, it wasn’t even that bad to take it out.
“No!” Flutters insisted. The slime girl shivered below her, looking up finally. “I won’t let you harm a defenseless creature. Slime or not.”
Sunset sighed. Some things even this game can’t change. Was it too much to ask that this Fluttershy be twenty percent more vengeful than her real-world counterpart?
Perhaps it was. As the slime girl slowly started to stand up, posture crouched like a cornered animal, Flutters turned to comfort her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
The slimey Sunset took a step back. “I’ve been watching,” she said. “You’ve smashed a lot of slimes already today. Why wouldn’t you do the same to me?”
Sunset was taken aback by how genuine its fear sounded. Granted, her party had committed slime-cide a lot today, but it was only ever in self-defense.
“We won’t hurt you if you don’t attack us,” Flutters promised. “And thank you for finally leaving Sunset’s diaper.”
The slime girl eyed Sunset, who flinched. She couldn’t help but remember what happened the last time this monster had this form. She wasn’t looking forward to being kissed by it again. She held up her rattle defensively.
“You won’t?”
“Of course we won’t.” Flutters turned around, glaring at Beatrix and Sunset. “Right girls?”
She was so stern, a stark contrast from her usual self, that both Beatrix and Sunset began to lower their weapons. It all seemed so bizarre to Sunset. The slime girl hadn’t made a move yet to attack Flutters, despite how vulnerable she was. Maybe she really was just afraid for her life.
“I couldn’t let you hurt any more of them…” The slime girl hugged her body, indicating what she was referring to.
Sunset begrudgingly felt a twinge of empathy. It must not have been easy for the slime in her diaper to witness all their previous battles as a neutral observer. When it was stuck in her padding it couldn’t do anything, at least until it had enough slimes nearby to return to this form. If she really was just trying to save the four slimes they’d run into, that wasn’t all bad…
“Then why didn’t you just leave my diaper earlier then!” Sunset wasn’t quite ready to forgive and forget. “And what was with all the teasing, huh? I could barely think straight while you were…” she didn’t want to give it a name, and trailed off there.
“If I left your diaper, you would’ve tried to smash me again,” the slime girl pointed out. “And as for the other stuff… well…” She looked away. There was a noticeable blush on her cheeks, which was impressive given how red they were normally. “…You’re cute…”
Oh, shoot me now. So the slime had literally just wanted to get in her pants. And did. Sunset didn’t know whether to be disgusted or embarrassed. Her own face was a mix of green and red. She was seriously considering bringing her rattle back up, and Flutters noticed.
“Well now that you’re out, you can go in peace,” she insisted to the slime girl.
“WHAT?!” Beatrix and Sunset overlapped in their combined anger and surprise.
“She’s out of your diaper,” Flutters said. “That’s all you wanted, right? Then there’s no need for us to fight!”
“I can think of a few good reasons,” Beatrix grumbled. “Number one with a bullet: All monsters should die. Right Sunset?”
“Well…” she was of two minds on the matter. For one, she really didn’t like the idea of this slime girl getting off scott-free. Sunset was pretty sure what this monster had done would get it on a sex offender list in any real world country, if not worse. But they’d wasted a lot of time coming out to Harpy’s Beak on this quest. Avoiding a fight with those Griffon Sisters and instead continuing their main quest was a far better option.
Pragmatism won out, and Sunset holstered her rattle. “Whatever. Let’s just get out of here.”
“What?” Beatrix was aghast.
The slime girl’s eyes widened. “Really? You’ll… just let me go?”
“Just get out of here!” Sunset’s face burned as she recalled everything this pile of goo had done to her lately. She wanted her gone already.
“I can’t believe this!” Beatrix huffed. Though she pouted, she still put her staff away. She knew when she was out voted.
“Th-Thank you!” The slime girl backed away for a moment, smiling softly before leaving. Only Flutters returned it.
Sunset couldn’t help but shudder as she watched the slime girl run off. She couldn’t help but feel like this was a mistake. For one thing, she really was… infatuated with Sunset, then there’s no way that slime girl would leave them alone forever, and Sunset really didn’t want her coming back.
“I can’t believe you convinced me to do that,” she groaned. Beatrix ‘harumph’ed in agreement.
“Sorry, I just…” Flutters grasped her arms, and looked down. “I didn’t know monsters had feelings. I felt bad for her.”
“Great, don’t tell me you’re going to start having pity for every vile creature who’s ‘fee-fees’ we hurt.” Beatrix scoffed with disgust. “Unbelievable.”
Sunset found it unbelievable too. This had been a pretty bizarre event. Was it originally in the game’s programming? Because if so, that was weird even for a diaper fetish RPG. But if it wasn’t…
Flutters' remark about not knowing monsters had feelings stuck with her. If the game’s NPCs didn’t even know that, maybe it was something new? The Equestrian magic had already altered this game in other ways, after all.
Sunset bit her lip, not liking what this could mean. But she also couldn’t dwell on it for long. They’d just saved some time by getting rid of that slime, and now they need to make up all the ground they’d just lost before nightfall.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said, leaving the pilfered caravan supplies to be stuck where it was. She turned her back to Harpy’s Beak, the rocks doing nothing to create a sense of duty or adventure in her. Someone else could help that inn for all she cared.
Flutters nodded silently. Beatrix’s angry glare was still on her, and without something to protect she was slipping back into her shell. Sunset took only a single step before hearing a squishing sound, and blushing. Right…
She was still wearing a soggy diaper and had been for hours. She shuddered at how gross it all was, and was about to speak up to ask for a change.
“Too bad,” Beatrix grumbled, trying to play off her anger. “But I guess those Griffon Sisters are the lucky ones today. They almost had to face the wrath of the Magnificent Beatrix! None of them would have survived.”
“Oh really?”
A new voice suddenly cut through the party. Its rough-and-tumble tone filled Sunset with immediate dread, and she stiffened even before what happened next.
A figure touched down, kicking up dirt as it landed violently. Large brown wings, with a span of nearly ten feet, seemed to cast a shadow over the trio. As the form stood upright, it revealed itself to be a winged woman.
Her stark white hair barely reached her shoulders, with long bangs cutting diagonally over her face. A piercing gaze, like one a bird of prey would have, stared daggers into Sunset’s party. A cocky smirk led into the woman placing her hands over her hips. It was then Sunset realized they weren’t hands at all. Instead of fingers they were five eagle-like talons. The bird-like feature extended up to just below her elbows, though brown feathers to match her wings poked out of her shoulders. Her attire was not so ostentatious, and starkly modern. A black tank top and ripped jeans covered light brown skin. The devs sacrificed realism for design on that one. Though she still sported a bulge at her hips that screamed “diaper!”.
Gilda? Sunset recognized her, unfortunately. She was an old friend of Rainbow Dash’s turned bully to their friend group at large. When she bothered showing up to school that is. Great, so she’s in the game too.
There was a small hissing sound, as Flutters wetted herself behind Sunset. The poor girl’s knees were also clacking together, and she ‘eep’ed in fear.
“What do you think, sis?” The Gilda-monster looked up. Suddenly another figure touched down, just behind Beatrix.
She wasn’t as tall as game-Gilda, but her darkly colored wings were just as wide. Near black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the back of her head.
“No chance, Gilly-billy,” she said with a sadistic smile. Her talon tensed up like she was about to attack. “They’d never be able to take us.”
“Gabriella for the ten-thousandth time, just ‘Gilly’ is fine.”
“Of course, Gilly-willy.”
“Errrgh.”
“Girls, do you really think that counts as an entrance?” A third woman landed, her brown wings matching Gilly’s. Her green hair, however, did not. It was cut into a bob that curled around below her jaw. “Only two of them have piddled their pampers with fear.”
“Shut up, Gretchen!”
That’s not why I peed myself! Sunset grabbed her rattle, swallowing. Despite turning around, it seemed like they’d gotten too close to Harpy’s Beak. Their side-quest had triggered an encounter with the Griffon Sisters after all.
To make matters worse, they’d been surrounded. The griffon girls formed a triangle, each standing before a member of Sunset's party to box them in. It wasn’t looking good for their little trio of misfits. Sunset held up her weapon defensively, and Gretchen laughed.
“Aww, that’s adorable,” she snickered. “Hey girls, I think they may be trying to put up a fight.”
The sound of mockery from the other two griffin girls hit Sunset’s ears. She just tightened her grip on her rattle, and clenched her jaw. Flutters was shaking in terror, but at least managed to pipe up with a plea.
“S-Sorry to disturb you,” she stumbled over her words. “We were just p-passing through. We aren’t looking for trouble.”
“Well you found some.” Gilly came forward, delivering a smack to Flutters’ backside that kicked up a squishy crinkle.
“EEP!” Flutters leapt forward, grabbing onto Sunset’s arm.
Beatrix whipped out her staff, pointing it defensively at Gabriella. “That’s enough! Just leave us alone!”
“Hmm… I don’t think we will.” Gabriella winked at her fellow griffon gals. “Right, girls?”
“Right.” Gretchen reached behind her back, pulling something out. It swung like a pendulum; a brown leather collar attached to a short leash. Gretchen started whirling it around in a circle, her eyes not leaving Sunset.
Or rather, Sunset’s neck.
“U-Uh…” Sunset held up her rattle. They were in for a fight alright. When she looked over, she saw Gilly and Gabriella were swinging collars of their own.
“S-Sunset?” Flutters gripped her arm more tightly than before. The fear in her voice made Sunset’s knees weak. One of them had already accepted that this wouldn’t end well.
“Just… do whatever you can,” she said. Oh yeah, instilling all the confidence right now.
“So,” Gretchen said, suddenly pulling the leash tight and choking up on it. “Which one of you wants to be my pet?”
Sunset stiffened. Not liking the sound of that, she tightened her grip on her rattle. She didn’t have many options, but decided the best defense was going to be a strong offense.
“Aaaah!” Her fierce cry rang out, as she raised her weapon overhead and charged Gretchen. Flutters wasn’t able to keep her hold on Sunset, abandoned in the middle of the burgeoning flight.
Gretchen swung the leash forward, the collar seemingly opening up as it targeted her neck. A well timed bash knocked it out of the way, and Sunset brought the rattle around again to swing at Gretchen. The griffon girl had no problem dodging backwards.
Beatrix fired off some of the rings from her staff. They hovered around Gabriella, but couldn’t move in for a proper strike. She swung her leash around like it was a pair of nunchucks, spinning and whirling, never letting her guard down.
Sunset swung again, but Gretchen backflipped out of her way. Her talons braced against the ground, but instead of pushing back to complete the flip, the one holding onto her leash ripped it backwards. Sunset felt the collar, now level with the ground, whip over and latch onto her ankle. With a pull, Gretchen sent her tumbling onto her back, before the collar let go and she jumped back to her feet.
“Oof!” Sunset rubbed the back of her head, but didn’t have much time to take stock of what was hurting. The collar swung down from above this time and she had to roll out of the way to avoid it.
Before she could push herself to her feet, she heard a shocked squeak. Looking up, she saw Flutters whimpering, a collar tightening around her throat. Gilly grinned wickedly, pulling her new captive close and grabbing her by the chin to inspect her haul.
“No!” Sunset shouted. Her brief distraction proved fatal. She felt the tight leather of a collar suddenly wrap around her own neck. Gretchen pulled, forcing her to rear back while still on her knees. “Ack!”
“You dumb babies! Do better!” Beatrix called out. Her insult was tinged with fear. She was the only one left standing, and not for long either.
Gabriella pushed through her defenses, and before Beatrix could unleash more rings to protect herself the collar was whipped around and slapped over her neck. “NO!”
It was actually kind of amazing how fast Beatrix’s angry glare melted into pure fear. Her knees shook, her lip quivered. She started hyperventilating, and clawed at the device around her neck. “No, no, no!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Gabriella excitedly shouted. “Girls, I hate to burst your bubble, but I think my new pet is going to be the most fun to break.” The way her voice deepened into malice with that final word made Sunset’s skin crawl.
Before she could worry any further about that, a force pushed her down. Gretchen’s boot pressed into the space between her shoulder blades, and Sunset was forced onto all fours. The foot let up but for an instant, allowing Gretchen to use Sunset’s back as a chair, her padding crinkling as she did.
“L-Let us go!” Sunset demanded. Her leash was pulled tight in response, choking her.
“Hmm… I don’t think so,” Gretchen grinned through her mock consideration. Her talon-like fingers found Sunset’s crotch, grabbing and squeezing the wet padding through her onesie. It earned a squeal from the girl below.
Come on! Sunset whined in her head. She’d just escaped the slime girl making her all hot and bothered down there. Now this woman was groping her, fingers pressing damp padding into her nethers once again. The fact that she immediately started tingling with excitement made her want to scream. What had this stupid game done to her to make her enjoy crap like this?
“You belong to us now,” Gretchen told Sunset. The conquered girl looked around to her party members, heart sinking as she came to understand their new fates.
Flutters was already sobbing. Gilly held her face still with the hand cupping her chin. The other fondled the poor girl’s breasts, pinching at her nipples with her sharp talons. Flutters couldn’t even bring herself to swat the hand away, her arms stiff and straight at her sides.
Beatrix was at least resisting, pulling at the leash to try and get it out of Gabriella’s grasp as she screamed. Her captor just laughed, and sweeped Beatrix’s legs, sending the poor girl falling onto her padded rear. Now towering over her, Gabriella seemed to command a little more respect, as Beatrix curled up in a fearful huddle.
After seeing her party members so easily bested Sunset’s resolve started to crumble. Was this, effectively, a game over for them? Had they been wiped out so easily on a side quest of all things? They hadn’t even made it to the first boss fight, the first dungeon… heck, the first new town! Were they really doomed now, with no way to recover, fight back, or even escape?
Gretchen bent over, her mouth parallel to Sunset’s ear. “We are going to have so much fun, you and I.”
Sunset gulped, toes curling. A whimper escaped her lips, but it mixed with a moan as Gretchen continued to toy with her privates.
This was the worst side quest ever!
