Pail of Friends II

by Naptime

Rating: mature
Tags: Discord, Slice of Life, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Porn, Fetish
Length: 3759

As Rainbow Dash goes about her weatherly chores, a persistent headache disrupts her routine as intrusive diaper-related thoughts start to fill her distracted mind. With a frustrated huff she relents to a harsh truth, she needs to put on a diaper.

As Rainbow Dash goes about her weatherly chores, a persistent headache disrupts her routine as intrusive diaper-related thoughts start to fill her distracted mind. With a frustrated huff she relents to a harsh truth, she needs to put on a diaper.

Contains diapers, diaper usage, and diaper lover themes. Please don't keep reading if you disapprove of any of these themes.

Published 2024-11-03 07:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-03 07:40:01 UTC

Pail of Friends II

I

t was a bright and breezy spring morning in Ponyville. The kind of day that practically invited ponies to bask in the warmth of the sun and relish the clear, sapphire sky. The early hours saw the town waking up to the soft hum of life as the scent of fresh blooms filled the air and birds fluttered through the air and sang. Ponies all over town began their daily routines, chatting along the cobbled streets and getting a headstart on their morning chores. Above, the sky was vast and blue, broken only by the occasional fluffy cloud that drifted lazily across its canvas.

Rainbow Dash soared overhead, a blur of rainbow colors streaking through the clear air as she set to work clearing the skies. She had always prided herself on her speed, but today her cloud clearing happened at a much slower pace. It wasn't slow enough for anyone to notice, other than Dash herself, but she wasn't going to be breaking any personal records anytime soon. Despite her efforts to focus on the task at hoof, a dull ache was growing from the base of her skull, spreading behind her eyes.

“Come on, Dash, focus,” she muttered to herself, pushing through as she kicked the last cloud into vapor.

Her feathered wings beat powerfully as she now turned her attention to her usual morning flight drills, aiming to squeeze in some practice before the day truly started. She looped and dove through the air, adrenaline surging as she pulled off sharp turns and impressive aerial stunts. But the headache only grew worse, pounding now, as though her head was being squeezed in a vice.

Gritting her teeth, Dash slowed down, hovering mid-air as the pain began to mount, distracting her from the precision she prided herself on. She knew what was happening - she’d been through this before. It was the same nagging ache she got when she went too long without her...well, without wearing what she needed.

"Ughhh, this is so lame!" she groaned, clutching her head with her hooves as she hovered in mid-air. The pain was unbearable now, a pounding in her skull that made it hard to even think straight. Every flap of her wings sent a sharp jolt of pain through her temples, and it was getting to the point where she could barely keep her balance in the sky.

She knew there was one cure that could make it all go away in an instant and she was trying to put it off as long as she could.

Diapers. She needed to wear a diaper.

For the past couple of weeks, Dash found that if she went on not wearing a diaper for too long she’d soon be punished for it. She had tried a dozen times before to resist the need, but every time the symptoms returned.

First there was the tingling sensation in her flanks. It was a subtle, persistent feeling that felt like feathers tickling her lower half. This was often so easily ignored and all it took was a physical task to keep her mind focused and preoccupied. A quick fly around town, talking with her friends, maybe even her job as a weather pony was enough to keep her mind off the tickling.

Then there were the distortions. These happened so rarely and stayed for such a short amount of time, they were often missed if she was busy with other things. The smell of baby powder on the breeze, the distinct sound of crinkling plastic when she banked sharply or landed, or even the faintest whispers of lullabies when the wind rushed past her ears. They were short lived, quick, and barely noticeable, but they were enough to throw her off her game.

Next her mind flooded with diapered thoughts. Wearing diapers and touching diapers and using diapers. Her imagination would flood with images of thick and soft diapers, pillowy diapers, heavy and warm diapers pressed against her body. She couldn’t stop the daydreams, and worse, they weren't just about her anymore. Her mind would wander and picture her friends in diapers too, and she’d blush at the thought. It was becoming harder and harder to keep these fantasies from taking over.

Then finally the headaches. She hated the headaches. They were painful and relentless, drilling terrible pain into her forehead until she submitted. There might have been other symptoms past that point, maybe ones even worse than the headaches, but she never made it past the pain. She was afraid that things might be even worse.

"Okay, okay, fine!" she muttered to herself and shot off towards home.

Arriving at her cloud house that floated so effortlessly above Ponyville, she burst through the door in a blur of rainbow, barely managing to land on her hooves before stumbling to her bedroom. She darted for her closet and then dove into it in a frantic haste.

“Where are they?!” she muttered, frantically searching through a closet.

Her hooves pushed and shoved aside boxes and spare blankets until her hooves found what she was looking for. From the soft plastic package she yanked a padded rectangle out of the pile and into the light with a scowl. The bright pastel colors on it only added to her irritation.

“Ugh, why do they have to look so… foalish?” she groaned to no one.

The diaper was from a pack of “Wonderbolt Cadets”, a semi-endorsed brand deal by the Wonderbolts themselves. The diaper took the cool and daredevil aesthetic of the Wonderbolts and seemed to deliberately turn everything on its head. Instead of an eye-catching deep blue, the majority of the diaper was a soft, pastel blue and white and had cute cartoon depictions of famous Wonderbolts on the front panel of each one.

“Sorry, Soarin,” Dash mumbled as she looked at the simplified cartoon of Soarin on the front of the diaper, smiling back at her. He was smiling because he had no idea what she was about to do.

There was a time when she attempted to wear diapers that were less embarrassing, but those proved to be...inadequate. She quickly found out that the white diapers meant for adult ponies with incontinence were too thin and...just not the right ones for her. For reasons out of her control, she had to wear these.

Zipping over to her bed, she laid the thick, infantile diaper across the plush mattress before plopping on top of it. She didn’t waste any time reveling in the soft pillowy cushion as she hurriedly fastened the diaper around her waist. Her wings fluttered anxiously as her hooves fumbled with the tapes. They were nearly shaking at this point as the head pains were starting to become blinding and she could only just barely manage to tape them tightly around her waist.

And then, the pounding in her head vanished almost instantly and the tension that had gripped her body for hours melted away.

She was left panting with relief. The diaper was soft and snug, and while it still made her feel completely ridiculous, she couldn’t deny the relief it brought her. Her wings drooped as she laid down, letting out a deep breath.

With the pain gone the release of tension left her frustrated. Diapers were for foals, not for the fastest, coolest, most awesome pegasus in all of Equestria! The very thought of her, Rainbow Dash, needing something so...uncool made her cringe. She only wished just wearing them was enough.

“You really should just wear diapers all the time,” a familiar voice came into focus as Rainbow Dash rolled onto her back. The voice taunted the pegasus, “wouldn’t have to worry about all those terrible headaches.”

Rainbow Dash groaned into her forehooves, “not now, Discord, not nooooow.”

Just once she wished he wouldn’t say anything. Just once she wished she could put on the diaper, rid herself of the headaches, and then take it off. But Discord never made it that simple.

Discord was her diaper. Every diaper. Any diaper she put on became Discord. How he ended up this way was...a long and embarrassing story, but after saving Fluttershy from what could have been a terrible fate, Rainbow Dash and her friends managed to rip the quiet pegasus from the chaos god’s grip and trap him in the form of a diaper. It wasn’t exactly what the group had intended, but most of them agreed that some time spent as a diaper would be just what Discord needed.

They just didn’t count on the draconequus being crafty enough to latch onto Dash’s mind like a parasite.

“I so do love our little moments together,” Discord went on, “I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other so intimately over the last few weeks.“

“Let's just get this over with,” grumbled Dash.

Discord’s voice took pause. “Very well,” he said with a grin, “are you ready?”

With a blush growing on her frowning face, Rainbow Dash nodded. Although she wasn’t really sure why he bothered asking. If there was something he wanted her to do while wearing a diaper he could just make her do it, permission or not. Maybe he was trying to be polite. Maybe he just liked watching her squirm.

A second later her bladder emptied into the diaper, spraying a powerful stream of urine into the thirsty padding. Her hooves gripped the mattress as she watched herself helplessly pee into the waiting diaper. She watched as the smiling cartoon face of Soarin swelled out and the wetness indicators faded away.

Sorry, Soarin...

When it was all finally over Dash breathed out in relief. “Oh yes...never gets old,” Discord’s voice moaned with arousal.

Knowing what was coming next, Dash braced herself, leaning back as she waited for the rush of arousal to overtake her mind as well. Her forehooves floated over the front of her soggy diaper in anticipation and she grimaced at the thought of it all. She didn’t want to and sometimes she tried to resist, but every time arousal would win and she’d be caught grinding her crotch against a pillow or grabbing her padded clit all the same. It was better to just be prepared.

With a drawn out moan of arousal from Discord, a flood of pleasure surged through Dash’s body. Her legs began to quiver, and she felt a building heat between her thighs. She hated this part. The part where she had no choice but to give into the humiliation and pleasure. It was almost enough to get her to cum from the pleasure alone, but not quite. She always had to finish the last leg of the journey herself.

Both forehooves found their way to the swollen front of her Wonderbolt Cadet. The warm padding crinkled as she pressed into it, feeling the wetness spread and soak further into the material. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she began to rub herself in earnest, the friction of the diaper against her clit sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, that's it, Dashie," Discord crooned, "you know you like it."

“Shuddup shuddup shuddup shuddup,” Dash mumbled with a growl under her breath, almost rhythmically in tune with the crinkling rubs.

"You're so cute when you're all helpless and wet," Discord whispered.

Dash's cheeks burned as she continued her hasty rubbings, hating the way her body responded to the taunts. But she couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that grew with each stroke. She couldn’t ignore how turned on she was. Her breathing grew heavier, her eyes squeezed shut as she worked herself closer to climax.

After only a short time, she gasped as her wings shot out stiffly at her sides and her back legs buckled into the air. The pleasure crested through her body in a wave that made her arch her back and bite down on her bottom lip to muffle a cry of release. The diaper grew even wetter beneath her as she rode the high, her mind hazed with a mix of euphoria and humiliation. When it was over, she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. The diaper felt even heavier now, soaked through with her juices.

She laid there for a moment, basking in the post-orgasmic glow that filled her body. Her muscles felt like jelly and she could feel the sticky wetness of her own arousal coating the inside of her diaper. Despite herself, she laid there sprawled out on her back, staring up at the ceiling as her chest rose and fell in deep breaths.

“That felt so good...” Discord reveled in the combined pleasure of both his and Dash’s post orgasmic afterglow, “perhaps we should take things a little further.”

Suddenly a gurgling from deep in her gut snapped her out of her post-orgasm daze. She let out a soft whimper, biting her lip as another cramp rolled through her abdomen. She squeezed her thighs together, but it did nothing to relieve the mounting urgency.

Color drained from Dash’s face, “n-no...”

“You should know by now that it’s pointless to argue with me.” Discord’s voice was smug, and it only made Rainbow Dash’s stomach turn with dread. She knew what was coming.

The gurgling grew louder, more insistent, and she felt her bowels loosen. Her hooves shot out at her sides and gripped the mattress as she felt the pressure build in her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to hold it in, but it was all in vain.

With a grunt that was both involuntary and embarrassing, she felt a warm mass begin to fill the diaper. The mess pushed out slowly, almost hesitantly at first, but once it started, she couldn't stop it. The pressure in her belly seemed to melt away, replaced by a warm, mucky sensation as the mess filled her diaper. It spread thickly against her fur, pressing against her, and she could feel the diaper sagging and bulging as it accommodated the weight.

She pushed again, this time deliberately, and a wave of warm relief washed over her. The soft, sticky mess squished into every corner of the diaper, pressing snugly against her as it expanded. Her body finally gave in completely, and she felt the last of the pressure release, the sensation of the mess leaving her body deeply satisfying despite making a baby of herself.

She shuddered as the full weight of the mess settled into the seat of her diaper, thick and heavy. It clung to her fur in a way that was both uncomfortable and oddly comforting, the warmth spreading between her thighs and up her lower back. The crinkling sound of the diaper beneath her was louder now, mixed with the squelch of the muck shifting slightly as she relaxed.

A deep, contented sigh escaped her lips as she lay there, the lingering relief still washing over her. The tension in her belly had vanished completely, leaving behind only the squishy, mucky feeling inside the diaper and a strange sense of calm.

“Oh. My. Word...” Discord’s voice moaned, “this truly is something special.” His voice grew deeper, more seductive as the diaper grew messier.

As Dash laid there helplessly soiling herself, she could hear the enjoyment building up in Discord’s voice. Her blood ran cold as, much like before, Discord’s arousal spilled over onto her, filling her tired body with a pent up sort of energy, making her feel like she had been edging herself for the past three weeks. Her body was responding against her will. Her legs began to quiver and she felt the beginnings of a second orgasm building.

She watched in horror as one of her forehooves began reaching behind her. “Oh sweet Celestia no!” she groaned, “no, Discord, please no!”

The humiliation washed over her, but she couldn't stop herself. Her body was on autopilot, driven by the intense arousal Discord had forced upon her. With a whine of disgust, she began to rub circles into her diapered rump, the stinky mass of her mess pressing against her rump as she did. It was a sensation that should have been repulsive, but instead it was just...more. More of what she hated, more of what she craved.

“This is so gross!” she forced out even as her forehooves groped deeper into the bulging back of her diaper, “th-this i-is so...so...gross.” But her words were losing confidence just as her other hoof found its way back between her legs to rub her padded clit.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she smeared the muck against her backside. It was a repulsive sensation, but oh so satisfying. Her other hoof worked faster and faster against her clit, the lumpy, squishy mess under her making the most obscene sounds she’d ever heard.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lip as she felt the orgasm build, her body writhing on the bed. She rubbed faster, then faster, and then even faster. The crinkling and squelching of the diaper filled the room as she squirmed and kicked the air. The pressure grew unbearable until finally she climaxed once more, her body spasming in pleasure and disgust.

“I-I love my poopy diapers!” she finally groaned.

With an explosive burst of movement, her back legs kicked out in front of her as the second orgasm hit, this one stronger than the first. Her body spasmed, her thighs tightening around the messy diaper. She came with a muffled scream, her juices mixing with the mess in the thick padding beneath her.

When it was over, she laid there panting, feeling the sticky residue of her arousal mingling with the mess in her diaper. Even as she laid there seconds after doing it, she couldn't believe what had just happened. The depths of her own perversion laid bare in a way she had never anticipated. She hated that she enjoyed it, that she had just humiliated herself so thoroughly.

“You know, Dash, I think I’m really growing to love this arrangement we have,” Discord’s voice was thick with satisfaction.

Dash ignored him, pushing herself off the bed. Her legs were wobbly and she felt a bit light-headed from the intense release. The diaper felt heavy between her legs with stink and shame. She stumbled into the bathroom, the squelching sounds of the diaper following her.

Betrayed by routine, Dash found herself accidently glancing over into the mirror out of habit, a blushing and embarrassed blue pegasus stared back. The diaper called the most attention to it, now sagging heavily between her legs. The crinkling sound it made with each movement was punctuated by the soft squelch of the mess shifting inside, the weight pulling at the elastic leg holes and threatening to escape.

“Enjoying the view? I know I am!” Discord chuckled, “I dare say you’re looking quite lovely in your messy little diaper, Dashie! Care to do a little spin in front of the mirror?”

“Oh, just shut up,” she grunted, trying to ignore her reflection. Her mane was a mess from her previous exertions and she looked...exhausted. She had to get this diaper off of her, clean up, and get back to her day.

Gritting her teeth, Dash broke eye contact with her reflection and waddled into the shower. She carefully peeled the diaper off and slowly rolled it up as gingerly as her tired hooves could manage. She tried not to look at the front of the diaper where Soarin’s smiling face still beamed even when every inch of it was now swollen and stained yellow and brown. She tried her best not to breathe either as she balled it up and placed it on the ground outside the shower.

The water, once warmed up and hot, felt like a blessing. It washed over her as she groaned with relief and felt the stickiness wash away. Keeping her eyes shut, she allowed the water to do most of the clean up, feeling the mucky mess that clung to her rump to trickle down with the water and disappearing down the drain. She then scrubbed herself clean, vigorously, trying to rid herself of the sour stink that clung to her fur.

Once she was clean - and was absolutely SURE she was clean from head to hoof - she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off. The diaper, a sad bundle of blue and white, was waiting for her when she was finished. She scoffed in disgust as she picked it up and promptly threw it into the trash.

She was done with all this...for now. But she knew it was just a matter of time. The need would come back, and when it did, she'd have no choice but to give in again.

And that thought gave her pause.

For a brief moment she actually considered Discord’s suggestion. All of this stress, all of those painful headaches could be avoided if she just...put on another diaper. She’d be at the mercy of the God of Chaos, but maybe even he had limits. Maybe he’d eventually grow bored of her and burn himself out on the idea of toying with her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of dread and...something else.

Just one more. ONE more diaper and she’d be done with it. Maybe Discord would leave her alone after this one.

Whether it was her decision or not, she found herself digging out another Wonderbolt Cadet. This one had Spitfire smiling on the front. She sighed as she spread it across the bed and mentally prepared herself.

“Sorry about this, Spitfire,” she mumbled to herself.

This time she didn’t have to rush through the process. There was no panic or pain that she was desperate to chase away. She was able to take things slowly. She laid down on the pillowy cushion of the diaper, pulled the front slowly up between her thighs, and then even had the extra time to get the tapes perfectly aligned for a nice, comfortable, and snug fit.

She laid on her back and sighed once it was done. It was refreshing not to have a splitting headache for once.

“Told you it’d be easier to just put another one on,” Discord’s voice grinned.

Dash didn’t argue. She found herself too exhausted to argue. Instead she just listlessly rolled her eyes before yawning.

And soon she was dozing off for a midmorning nap, softly nestled in the plush cushion of her fresh Wonderbolt Cadet.