Trixie's Less-Than Clean Magic Show

One Week Later

To say that the aftermath of Trixie’s little “Magic Show” with her friends had gone off the rails would have been a big… big understatement.

As soon as their costumes malfunctioned in the worst possible way, word of the event spread around town like a wildfire. Rumors spread. Assumptions were made by ponies who weren’t even there to witness it. Before Sunburst or Starlight could even get themselves cleaned up afterward, it seemed that everyone in Ponyville (as well as several towns in the general area around it) was fully aware of how the show ended; in fact, by the time the news reached the masses, only a few remembered that Trixie was even there.

Favors had to be called in from the highest orders, but that was easier than expected due to Starlight and Sunburst’s pals. Since both of them helped save Equestria multiple times, it wasn’t too hard to justify Twilight saving their reputations. Unfortunately, even with the assistance of Princesses Cadance and Luna with their magical abilities, it still took all week to get every shred of evidence of that horrible day erased from the townsponies’ minds. While memory-wiping may have been a controversial spell to use in any circumstance, Luna only needed to witness the actual event from a couple ponies’ dreams before making a hasty exception for their sakes. While Luna spent multiple nights scanning the Ponyville landscapes for that specific nightmare (a task which got old very quickly), Cadance used her charm and influence to ensure that nopony had any photographs or letters describing the ordeal.

But alas, even after a full week passed, the mood wasn’t improved for either of the victims after all of Ponyille’s citizens (as well as the students at the School of Friendship) were left unaware of their humiliation. Twilight took a temporary break from her duties in Canterlot to assist in running the school, since Starlight and Sunburst were too distraught to even leave their rooms. It took a group effort of her friends and the unicorns’ own to help them out, but eventually she was able to get through to both of them. Twilight had hoped to track down Trixie and give her a piece of her mind; but the magician was much more clever than she assumed. Along with setting up such a terrible “revenge” plot for her friends, Trixie used her PTO hours to take an extended vacation for herself right after the show. By the time anypony realized what she did, the trickster was enjoying discount margaritas at a Las Pegasus resort (or more specifically, the parking lot of the resort where her wagon was parked).

It was fairly late when Trixie finally returned to Ponyville, mostly for her own safety than any time-related issues. She knew that she had her counselor job to resume in the morning, so she hoped she could just sneak into her office and sleep in there before clocking in first thing in the morning. She had read through the employee handbook entirely on her ride back to Ponyville, so she knew for a fact that Sunburst and Starlight couldn’t confront her during school hours. Sure, it may have been a cowardly way to get around them, but she knew her magical abilities weren’t up to par with either of them. If she had any chance to avoid their wrath, she had to be as sneaky as a ninja to survive.

After parking her wagon in a secluded spot, Trixie took an overnight bag and snuck into the School of Friendship unnoticed. She carefully threaded through the empty halls, and eventually made it to her office. Since she had a plush reclining office chair that went fully back, all she needed was a blanket and pillow to get herself comfortable. Trixie settled into her seat with a content smile, and closed her eyes with a contentful sigh. “Aaaaahhhhhh…”

Trixie ended up sleeping quite well for most of the night, although certainly not soundlessly. Her snoring got pretty loud, to the point where she nearly shook the windows of her office off their frames. She luckily didn’t knock over the new coffee mug she placed on her desk, which had a brand new picture of her face grinning on the front all smug. However, by the time the sun began to peer through the curtains the next morning, she didn’t seem to notice that her door was no longer locked…

“Mmmmnnnnnmmmphhhh…” Trixie didn’t need an alarm, as the morning light caused her eyes to tighten briefly with a stirred-sounding groan. She needed a moment to pull herself up from her seat, but eventually stretched out with a tight grimace before settling comfortably. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a groggy, yet contented smile on her face. When she pulled her seat back to a reclined state, she had to do another stretch and crack her knuckles. “Nnnfffff, gosh… I’m really glad I found that chair…”

Trixie yawned and sat upright, needing a moment to look around her empty office. It didn’t take long for her to groan in disappointment, since she realized too late that she forgot to pack a spare outfit in her overnight bag. She looked down at herself, and grumbled at the sight of her souvenir ‘I Love Las Pegasus’ t-shirt that was a size too small; not only did it bulge out her breasts to the point where it made her nipples stick through the fabric, but it also had a cartoon penis on the front saying the phrase in a speech-bubble. She was also wearing a skimpy pair of hot-pink shorts, which would’ve easily gotten one of the students sent home if they were seen wearing that around campus.

“Ugh… darnit…” Trixie hadn’t had her coffee yet, so she had to pinch the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger while her eyes were clenched shut. “... Mnnnghh… I really hope I left something in my closet…”

The barefoot magician groaned when she got out of her seat, and carefully stepped across the room without making much noise. She also pulled down the window-shades to shield herself from the blinding sun, as well as any potential friends waiting to kill her on sight. She grumbled in disappointment when she opened her closet, and was met with only a single outfit hanging from the rack. Even though she could’ve sworn she had a few spare t-shirts from various school events, now all she had was a…

“What the…Wait a minute, when did I get a tutu?!”

She picked up the frilly, bright-purple garment that was dangling from the hanger and shimmering with tons of gaudy bedazzled gems. It looked like something Jojo Siwa would’ve turned down, with a poofy pink skirt that stuck straight out and barely hid anything underneath. Trixie became more confused the longer she stared at the outfit, knowing for a fact that she never purchased this herself. She was just about to put it away, but paused when she looked back down at her current outfit. “Ugh… Oh no…”

She turned to head towards the door, but gasped when she heard the sounds of footsteps not too far off. She clenched her muzzle with a blush, realizing quickly that she put herself in quite an impasse. Sure, she couldn’t exactly walk out in the hall with that tutu on, but her short-shorts and penis shirt were just as inappropriate. She groaned and hung the outfit on the closet door’s knob, deciding to get herself some caffeine before making any big decisions. Fortunately, she had her own personal coffee-station set up in her office, so she just needed to return to her desk and get the Prench-Press set up.

“Ugghhhhh…” Trixie took a few minutes to get her coffee prepared, which was thankfully easy with a simple water-heating spell. She was almost worried that she would have to sneak into the break-room for more supplies, but was lucky enough to find a single packet of instant coffee-mix left in her desk. She got the powdered brew simmering in the Prench-Press, and tried to stay away from any windows while finding her creamer. She knew she had a full variety pack of different flavors, but all she could find were two generic-looking packets of powdered creamer she didn’t remember buying. “Well, better than nothing, I suppose…”

She was happy enough to use her new coffee mug to test out the cheap brew, which tasted nice enough to make her smile tiredly. Trixie spent a few minutes enjoying her coffee, knowing that she still had some time before needing to clock in. She also used her magic to toss the empty packets in the wastebasket, not taking the time to read any of the labeling on the back. That was also when she noticed a couple of peanut-butter muffins stashed in one of her desk’s lower drawers, which were surprisingly fresh and still in their plastic wrapping. “Ooh, muffins!”

Trixie spent a couple more minutes scarfing down her pastries, which left her with a full belly and a clearer head. She tossed the plastic wrappers while patting her stomach in satisfaction, once again not reading any of the small labeling. If she had, she likely would have noticed the bold labeling on the back warning its high fiber content; and from there, she could’ve also seen what ingredients were in the coffee and creamer she just ingested too…

“Mmmmm…” Trixie was still unsure what to do upon leaving the room, but she was at least full and energized enough to think clearly. She glanced back at that damn tutu, and sighed with a regretful grimace on her face. Part of her wished she paid more attention when Starlight had tried teaching her how to teleport items from long distances away; unfortunately, she knew there was no way for her to retrieve any other clothing than the one in front of her. And with the school day about to start outside her office, she knew she couldn’t walk out in her current outfit without getting noticed; and right now, the last thing she needed was any unnecessary attention.

“Ughhhh… darnit.” Knowing that she couldn’t just stay locked in her office all day, Trixie decided on a plan of action. All she had to do was make her way to the faculty lounge, punch in her time-card, and sneak back to the office before Starlight or Sunburst caught her. She didn’t like the idea of doing that in some gaudy outfit more akin to an ice-skating show; however, she was certain that it wouldn’t break any school rules like her current outfit. So with a flat stare and a disappointed whinny, Trixie used her magic to float over the outfit from the closet door. “Oh, poppycock…”

Trixie made sure to lock the door and keep the windows covered before changing herself. She took off the shorts and top, which left her temporarily naked in her office due to her lack of underwear. She quickly got the tutu on, grimacing with a heavy blush as she avoided looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t imagine how she must have looked to anybody else, so she tried her best to ignore those thoughts when she got her legs in the bottom-holes. She pulled the garment on with a grunt or two, and used her magic to slide the zipper up from the back seam. The tutu closed up nice and snug around her torso, just before she heard a distinct snap behind her neck. “What the…”

Trixie gasped when she brought her aura back towards her front, and saw the zipper handle still hovering by itself in her magic. She went wide-eyed and felt around the back of her collar, but wasn’t able to find any open creases where the zipper had closed up. She tried to spin around a couple times with a panicked yelp, but was unable to see how badly the outfit was locked in place. And from her angle, she also couldn’t notice the slight glossiness of the super-glue that dried up right where the zipper had closed up. “Oh no… OH NO!”

Trixie was left standing dumbfounded for a moment, only now realizing that she was possibly stuck in this stupid outfit. She looked down at herself, and blushed even heavier when she saw how tightly it wrapped around her torso like a piece of lingerie. The poofy skirt wrapped around her waist with a bunch of messy frills, which thankfully covered her midsection well enough. But when she reached down to feel the underside of her skirt, she froze in place when her fingers graced against something… crinkly.

“HUH!?” Trixie was stunned for a second or two, before bolting straight towards the mirror. She turned around with a more grave expression on her face, and used both hands to pull up the back of her skirt while glancing at her reflection. Much to her horror, it seemed that her tutu wasn’t some normal outfit bought off the rack; instead of a simple bottom-piece to conceal her ass and nethers from any prying eyes, it seemed that it had been replaced with a thick, poofy white diaper that was stitched into the tutu with a distinct glowing thread.

Trixie’s eyes went even wider, with her pupils shrinking immensely. She immediately realized why she hadn’t remembered buying this outfit for herself before, because it was clear now that she never had. It was left there in the closet, with no alternatives in sight, and she was stupid enough to just put it on without checking first. Trixie whipped her head back towards her desk, but she began to freak out even more when she saw an empty spot where her previous clothes used to be. “WHAT THE?!”

Her shirt and shorts had seemingly vanished from sight, almost like they were teleported out of the room by someone with more magical experience. She looked back down at her current getup, and began desperately tugging at the skirt to rip it off her waist. Despite how furiously she tried to pull at the fabric, none of the seams or threads seemed to part even a millimeter out of place. Even when she reached for her scissors, which were brand-new and “borrowed” from one of Rarity’s spare sewing kits, all she managed to do was grumble to herself in frustration as the blades fumbled against the fabric. “Gah! C-Come on… ughhhhh… wh… WHAT THE BUCK?!”

She spent a few minutes cutting and tearing as best as she could, but she eventually realized that it was fruitless. She had no idea what the tutu or diaper were made of, but it was strong enough to actually snap her scissors in half before making a single cut. She groaned and threw the broken blades across the room, while her outfit remained perfectly seamless from top to padded bottom. In an effort to keep herself from freaking out, Trixie covered her face with both hands and tried to take a few calming breaths. “Okay, okay, okay… It’s okay, Trixie… This is just a coincidence. Nothing more…”

She didn’t want to think that this was any setup for revenge, but even she rolled her eyes after that remark. She tried to look around for a spare cape, but there was nothing in the office that could effectively cover herself right now. Even the windows had folded blinds instead of curtains, so she was screwed on that end. Her eyes suddenly widened in revelation, but a sudden poof of magic from behind caught her by surprise. She turned around to see her desk, just as her pillow and blanket disappeared from her chair.

“OH, COME ON!!”

Trixie closed her eyes with a bitter scowl, but that only lasted for a second before they shot wide-open. She instantly grew a fearful look on her face, which was accompanied with a blush across both cheeks. She didn’t make any sounds, but her stomach certainly did. A loud, gurgling rumble made her belly ripple through the tutu’s torso, and she clutched her sides with both hands with a sharp gasp. “Ooofffff…”

Trixie lurched down for a moment, and was left staring wide-eyed directly into the trashcan. It was at that moment that she truly realized the errors of her ways, and not just because of her clothing change. She used her magic to pick up both muffin wrappers, and shuddered from the warnings she wished she read earlier. Trixie didn’t need to pick up the other packets, as she could read the clearly-bolded words like ‘supplement’ and ‘instant relief’ from where she was standing.

She slowly backed away from the wastebasket like it was about to explode, even though she knew that she was more likely to have that outcome now. With a more grave shudder that swept through her whole body, Trixie then glanced back at the clock on the wall. The work day was going to begin in just a few minutes, which meant she had to get to the lounge soon enough and clock in on time. Her teeth gritted with her muzzle skewed, while her eyes darted back and forth in growing dread.

“... uhhhhhh…” Even though she knew she was alone, Trixie tried to look up at the ceiling with a forced smile and gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Ummm, heh heh heh… If… If anypony is listening, I… I’m really sorry if I made anypony embarrassed last week…”

Despite her weak-ass apology, all she could hear were muffled footsteps outside her office door. She groaned and face-palmed herself, cursing how badly she underestimated her friends. While she knew they’d likely get a little mad, she didn’t think they’d go THIS far over a stupid coffee mug. She ended up stomping the ground in frustration, which just made a meaty smack of her bare foot slapping the ground and making her wince. “Ouch! Ughhh…”

After rubbing her foot briefly, Trixie took a breath and decided to just go for it. If Sunburst and/or Starlight were responsible for this, then they’d likely be the ones facing any consequences for putting her in such a position. After all, she technically works for them, so this kind of retaliation should be illegal. Not to mention, she couldn’t imagine either of them going as far as she did within school grounds. She got up close to the door for a moment, and held her breath to hear for any students within distance in the hallway; unfortunately, all that she heard was her own thundering heartbeat, and the loud crinkling of her padding.

“Nnnnfffff… O-Oh, screw it!” She may have looked stupid, but a tutu wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be caught wearing in public. She tried her best to keep that mentality when she stepped out into the hallway, but her muzzle still tightened up with a heavy blush. Regardless of her buckling knees, she had enough resolve to step out of her office with determination, and even close the door behind her. She hoped to just storm off to the faculty lounge, clock in before her shift began, and hide out in the--

‘CLICK!’

“HUH?!” Trixie whipped herself around just in time to gasp in horror. That metallic click was obviously from the door she just closed, but she still had to lunge back and rattle the knob in a panic. She cried out in instant realization, as she could see her keys still on her desk inside the office. But with the door now locked, she was stuck out in the hallway in her outfit reminiscent of a toddler pageant reject. “Oh no… Oh come on, THIS IS JUST MEAN! Ughhh…”

She ended up storming off in a huff, with her padding crinkling beneath the skirt as it bobbed up and down with each step. She tried not to waddle too obviously through her wider gait, but her outfit still caught every student’s attention when they walked past her down the hall. She made many of them stop in their tracks to stare blankly, or to whisper amongst their friends with blushed snickers. She hung her head even lower in embarrassment, and refrained from saying anything while walking at a brisk pace. But with her bare feet smacking the ground with each step, everyone could hear her flapping past like a lost duckling.

“Nnnnghhhh…” Trixie eventually reached the faculty lounge, but her face paled when she saw that the door was closed shut. She hesitated for a second when she reached for the knob, almost like she was expecting it to be a trigger for some additional trap. But much to her surprise, the door opened up just fine. She quickly zipped into the lounge, and locked the door behind her to hide herself from all those giggling students outside. She was panting heavily with a hand over her chest, and she looked over at the time-card on the wall to see…

Nothing.

“W-WHAT?!”

Much to Trixie’s dismay, the time-clock was no longer on the wall where it usually was. Instead, there was only a small handwritten note taped to the wall in its place:

Faculty and Staff alike,

According to EEA Regulations, the time-card for employees and hired staff has to be moved to the Headmare’s Office for temporary auditing and inspection. Please meet with Starlight Glimmer or Sunburst to clock in/out accordingly.

“Oh, you have to be kidding me…” She whinnied with a more miffed look on her face. She glanced over at the clock on the wall, which warned that she didn’t have much time to reach Starlight’s office. She may have not been too worried about being late for work, but she did have a couple warnings already; and given Starlight’s current attitude, there’s a good chance that she or Sunburst could use that against her. While she didn’t think either of them would actually fire her, Trixie wasn’t willing to take that chance while diapered. “Ughh… Well, I suppose I could at least plan a--HNNNGHHHH!!”

She lurched over with her hands tightly clasped over her stomach, while a loud and guttural growl emitted from her ass to ripple her garment. Trixie shuddered in disgust from how ripe and unfiltered that fart sounded, even after it was muffled through her thick padding. She needed a moment to assess herself, but eventually sighed in relief when she unclenched and still felt dry… ish. “Mnnnghhh… What the…”

When she stood back upright, Trixie was looking much more worried than before. She doubted those muffins would really do much this soon, but she quickly remembered what else may have been causing her gut to tighten up so suddenly without warning. She tried to recall what all she ate during her last night in Las Pegasus, but it was even harder to remember when she last visited a restroom. In fact… she hadn’t gone since returning to Ponyville the previous night.

“... oh no…” Her pupils shrunk in horror, just as another sharp clench made her muscles spasm in pain. She squatted down for a moment with a gasped breath, and another crackling fart was just barely muffled through her diaper. She closed her eyes for only a second, but was quick enough to jolt back up before allowing her body to push. Unfortunately, that meant that her face was now a beet-red from the strain as she tried to keep her body in check. “Nnnnghhh!! Oh no… Not like, NOT LIKE THIS!!”

She tried to run to the faculty lounge’s bathroom, but the doorknob was “inconveniently” missing and kept the door locked. Trixie groaned with her head lurched down, but just stumbled away from the door without even trying. She ended up exiting the faculty lounge in a hurry, since she couldn’t just hide in that room all day and risk losing her employment and dignity all at once. Although due to her growing panic, it was surprisingly easy for Trixie to ignore the obvious whispers when she wadded full-force down the hall.

“Mnnnnghhh… Okay, okay, okay…” Trixie had to close her eyes and take a mental note of herself in the school, just so she wouldn’t get herself lost on her way to Starlight’s office. She knew where it was, but she still needed a moment to get her bearings straight. That was easier said than done when her thighs kept twitching more antsily, until her steps began to stumble beneath her wobbling knees. Meanwhile, the pressure in her swelling bladder was causing Trixie to realize how badly she needed her morning pee. “Ugh… Darnit, no… N-NO!”

Trixie shakily wobbled around a corner, and found herself in a more empty section she was somewhat familiar with. She was sure if she continued down this way, she would end up right outside Starlight Glimmer’s door to clock herself in. She had to stop long enough to lean up against a wall, with her eyes clenched shut and her knees trying to touch together. She gritted her teeth with a conflicted groan, knowing that the nearing bathroom was too far away for her to reach at this point. “Aaahhh… AAHHH!!”

Trixie didn’t want to piss herself in this stupid outfit, especially since she knew that whomever set this up was wanting her to do just that. Sure, she could’ve easily just given in right then, and swallowed her pride long enough to let nature take its course. But at the same time, Trixie knew that if she allowed herself to comply with this, then she’d basically be guaranteed to also give in to… that…

“Ugh!” She locked her body up especially tight from that mental image, absolutely not wanting to perform such a horrid deed in her clothing. Even when compared to her diaper, she’d rather just go on the floor like an animal if it meant avoiding that fate. But even with how strong her resolve may have been, it was nothing compared to the intense strain that her bladder provided as a rebuttal. The front half of her body bent forward, nearly smacking her horn against the wall as she wailed out in agony. “AaaaaaAAAAHHHH!!”

Her face tightened up with a shameful whimper, but all she could do was lean up against the wall with her knees quivering. Meanwhile, a loud hiss emitted through her padding as she shuddered from the sudden warmth that splashed her privates. “MmmmmMMMMMMmmmmm…”

Trixie couldn’t hold it in anymore. The front of her formerly white padding quickly morphed into a deep shade of a golden yellow hue, which contrasted greatly with her poofy pink skirt and stood out very obviously. It didn’t help that the padding swelled out from the sheer volume of Trixie’s piss, until it was basically a big piss-rag sloshing between her bare thighs.

“Haaaahhhhh… Nnnnnfffff…” Trixie needed a moment before standing back upright, but she trembled in dread when she looked at her reflection at a nearby mirror. Now that the front of her diaper was bloated out and yellow from her wetting, it was impossible to hide the garment beneath her skirt. It was now hanging quite blatantly in view between her legs, even dangling with every movement like the most cursed water balloon waiting to pop. She shuddered with her hands over her crotch, but it did nothing to hide what she just did.

Trixie looked around in a panic, and quickly began to waddle off to resume her journey. She may have already pissed herself, but there may have been a chance she could hold herself in until reaching Starlight’s office. She tried her best to control her breathing as she walked; unfortunately, she also had to carefully plan out her steps, since her padding didn’t seem to soak up all that pee sloshing around under her. She had to stop for a second, not wanting to be caught leaking piss all over the floor, and shuddered when she reached down with both hands. “Ugh! C-Curse you, Starlight… O-Or Sunburst!”

She slowly, carefully pressed in on the crotch of her padding, hissing loudly from the warm and soggy material bunching up against her nethers. The sensation wasn’t meant to be arousing, but it likely looked like she was trying to play with herself through the wet diaper and get herself off. In actuality, she was trying to push back the remnant piss so it could be soaked through the padding in her back. It barely did much, as she was still left with a puddle between her legs by the time she finished. But alas, the magician was left thoroughly blushed and shivery by the time she stood with her diaper more yellow than white. “Ughhh… darnit.”

Trixie had to look around as she treaded down the small hallway, but was thankfully out of sight from most of the student body. She eventually reached the main hallway near the lobby, where Starlight and Sunburst’s offices were waiting behind two closed doors. Trixie had to carefully step up a flight of stairs leading up the main lobby, which made each step squish loudly enough to make her grimace. But alas, she was met with another damning paper when she got up close to Starlight’s door.

‘I’m out at the front of the school, so please come see me if you need to enter the office.’

-Starlight

There was a cutesy little smiley face drawn beside the Headmare’s signature, which just made Trixie more annoyed. She made sure to check both doors, but they were both locked shut with the lights inside turned off. She could only assume that both her friends/employers were elsewhere, so she could either wait here or waddle off to find one of them. She didn’t like the idea of continuing this torment any further, but she knew she was on a tight time limit. She turned back towards the stairs, and shuddered at the sight of the front doors waiting at the bottom.

“Well… let’s get this over wi--OOOOFFF!!” Another heavy clench made Trixie lurch forward and almost fall down the stairs. She had no idea what was in that coffee she drank, but it certainly reminded her of how full she got from that dinner the previous night. She stumbled down the first couple steps with her hands clasped on her gut, and her knees wobbling close together. But after freezing up for a split-second, which allowed another squeaker to belt out through her padding, Trixie had to take a few more steps much more hurriedly down the stairs. “Nnnghhh!! NNNGHHHH!!”

She ended up looking like an injured duck as she waddled with such a sideways gait, all while her front half remained completely rigid and blushed in fear. Trixie’s eyes were wide-open, and her face was a statuesque portrait of impending doom as she whimpered through her pursed lips. She tried her best to get down the stairs as quickly as possible, but she spasmed a few times when her muscles continued to contract internally. Meanwhile, her bowels were working overtime to provide that same overwhelming strain that she just felt from her bladder earlier.

“Aaaahhh… AAAHHH!!” Trixie found it near-impossible to remain standing upright when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Even before she could reach the doorknobs, her knees gave in badly enough to make her get in a hunched crawl. She tried to keep pushing herself forward, even if that meant clenching her cheeks like her life depended on it; unfortunately, after wetting herself and farting with increasing severity during her trek, she had no trust in herself still being compromised back there. “Nnnnghhhh!!”

Trixie had to take a deep breath, and leaned back so she could stiffly lumber towards the doors like Frankenstein’s monster making his escape. She managed to grab home of both knobs, and she sighed in relief when she found them to be unlocked. She threw back the doors with all her strength, and remained standing triumphantly with her legs spread wide-apart. She didn’t even care that her diaper was fully exposed, as she felt the fresh air fit her face in that brief moment of clarity. Her eyes were closed shut, and her muzzle broke into a smile for only a second or two before freezing in place. That was when Trixie’s eyes reopened in a panic, and her former look of relief was met with pure, unbridled fear.

“HNNNGHHH!!”

As soon as Trixie threw open the front doors of the school, still in her gaudy tutu and wet diaper for everyone to see, she was met face to face with her headmares Starlight Glimmer and Sunburst…

Who were standing with smug grins while their arms were crossed over their chests. Between the two of them was a brand-new, fancy-looking camcorder that was standing on a tripod and pointing right at Trixie with the recording light blinking readily.

Trixie’s pupils shrunk to the size of pin-pricks, but nothing could come out of her muzzle while it hung agape. “... uuhhhhhh…”

Her eyes darted between her “friends” and the camera lens staring at her in wait. She couldn’t let go of either of the doorknobs, so she was still in total focus in the middle of the entryway like she was about to start a big musical number. But instead of her open muzzle, it was her ass that emitted the first big note. A long, rumbling roar that sounded like a snoring boar made her diaper shake from the intensity, and also caused the unicorns’ brows to raise in surprise.

Starlight and Sunburst had to stifle their grins, but it was clear that they wanted to laugh. But with the camera recording Trixie, they were polite enough to keep her in focus solely. Trixie opened her muzzle a little wider, and took a breath just as she attempted to speak feebly. “... Ummm… I-I… I would like to… t-to apologize forrrrrrrRRRRRMMMPHHHHHH…”

Halfway through her speech, Trixie hung her head down and cried out in a heated moan. “MMMMMPHHHHH!!!”

Her knees bent in tightly, and she ended up squatting down right in front of her smirking friends. Neither of them looked away, and just watched as their friend gave in the same way both of them had. Trixie clenched her eyes shut, but her ass wasn’t able to mimic that action. Instead, her stomach felt like it did a barrel-roll inside of her, and she let out a final cry of defeat before giving a single hard, satisfying push. “NnnnnNNNNNNNFFFFFFF!!!”

Trixie’s poofy skirt hid absolutely nothing, and the camera got a prime shot of the bottom of her diaper giving an immediate sag. Halfway through the mare’s groan of agonizing shame and relief, the yellowed padding was basically pushed down as hard as it could to try and hit the floor beneath her. The padding not only developed a heavy sag, but the sheer volume of her messing was enough to quickly stain the material to a deep and unavoidable brown. And all the while, Trixie kept moaning out until her head was bowing down to the floor, and her ass was quivering from all that weight hanging around the sturdy tapes.

“Mnnnghhh!!”
“Ughhhh… Oh, that’s not right…”

Starlight and Sunburst both pulled away in disgust, quickly stopping the recording after getting that money shot. They looked to have quickly regretted sticking around to watch their friend’s downfall, not finding it nearly as satisfying the other way around. Not to mention, both of them nearly gagged when the stench hit their nostrils, and they had to stumble away from her for obvious reasons. “UGH! Oh my… ewwww!!”

“Oh goddess…” Sunburst had to use his magic to undo his cape, just so he could hold it up and try fanning the stench away from him and Starlight. “Echhh… Jeeze, I may have overdone it with the dosages, huh?”

“Hmmm…” Starlight took a moment to stare back at Trixie, who was still groaning while clinging to the door opening and stewing in her mess. She may have been rightfully grossed out, but Starlight only needed a moment of reflection before shrugging indifferently.

“... Nah. I think you got the right amount.”

The End