Climbing The Tower

The sound of their shoes clicking loudly against the stone accompanied them as they climbed the narrow staircase. Slowly they spiraled yet again around the tower, slowly upwards from the third floor.

Breeze was taking the lead now, his steady hoofsteps setting the pace. Every so often, he glanced over his shoulder to check on the others. The only noise heard from Fable was a rhythmic suckling as he scowled at the ground. Meanwhile Tallow lagged slightly, his gait slower and less coordinated than before. He huffed under his breath with every misstep, occasionally stumbling over a step as though distracted.

“Come on, Tallow,” Breeze said in that same, calming tone he’d adopted recently. “We’re almost there. Stay focused.”

“I am focused!” Tallow whined, puffing his cheeks out like a foal denied a treat. “I’m just... I’m just tired! Stupid stairs...”

Floor four had noticeably less floor than the previous ones. The ground gave way to a shallow basin with only a pair of gently arching walkways above it. The hoofpaths crossed each other perpendicularly in the middle of the room with a gold plaque marking their center.

Below the thin walkways, no more than two feet away was a garden, filled with clusters of rich pink flowers. Each one stood on tall slender stems that looked as delicate as the curved, slightly frilled pedals. Even in the magenta magefire, the plants seemed to have an almost ethereal, iridescent glow to them.

“Prankstera mystiflora,” Tallow chimed in with a rather chipper tone, flexing that exotic flora knowledge he picked up during his stay in Canterlot, “poison joke, a magical flower that plays pranks on those who come into contact with it. They can be dangerous, although I wasn’t aware there was a pink variety.”

"Poison joke, huh?" Breeze commented as he peeked over the edge of the walkway, "weird place to have a garden."

“Yeah, pretty though,” Tallow added, “come on, l-let’s see what the tower wants us to do this time.”

With perfect balance, only partially obstructed by the thick diaper that crinkled with every step, Tallow crossed the thin footbridge with hardly a missed step. Despite the path being just barely wide enough to accommodate a pony’s narrow stride, he easily glided over the lush garden below.

The other two followed shortly after, and then together, already getting used to the routine of it all, they read the golden plaque.

To rise to the challenge, take care,

Through blossoms of pink lies the dare.

A touch will transform,

To the new, from the norm,

Only then shall the way be laid bare.

Breeze frowned as he glanced down at the delicate flowers below, his wings twitching uncomfortably. "Wait, are we supposed to... touch them?" he muttered, eyeing the vibrant blooms warily.

“Guess we don’t have much of a choice,” Tallow replied, bouncing lightly on his hooves. He gave a soft giggle and added, “besides, they look harmless enough. Pretty too!”

His horn glowed green as he carefully plucked a single flower from the garden, holding it gently in his magical grasp. Taking a deep breath, he brushed the blossom against his chin, where a shimmering glob of pink nectar seeped into his coat.

For a few tense seconds, nothing happened, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Then, the unicorn gasped as a wave of warmth swept through him. A tingling sensation began in his hooves, spreading upward like creeping vines. Before his eyes, his limbs began to shrink, his frame compacting as though an invisible force were gently squeezing him. His height diminished by nearly a head as his proportions softened, his features rounding and smoothing into a more youthful, feminine appearance. Remarkably, the diaper and maid outfit shrank with him as well, staying just as snug and form-fitting as before.

Tallow blinked as the transformation completed, lifting a hoof to his face in awe. “This... feels so strange,” he said, his voice light and melodic, catching even himself off guard. He froze, ears pinning back as he tried again, “Wait, is that me?” The higher pitch made him blush furiously.

Fable muffled a snirk around his pacifier before catching himself. The sound wasn’t loud, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling upward in spite of his best efforts. He hunched forward slightly, pretending to adjust his posture, but the soft, muffled vibrations of laughter still shook his shoulders.

“Hey! Stop laughing at me!” Tallow snapped, his voice cracking into an adorably high-pitched squeak. He stomped, but this only made Fable’s shoulders shake harder as he struggled to contain his amusement. “Stooop!” Tallow huffed, glaring at Fable, though his pouting expression only deepened the absurdity of the moment.

Fable’s body trembled with silent laughter, eyes watering as he tried to maintain his composure, but the sight of Tallow’s dramatic little tantrum was just too much. Tallow, meanwhile, continued to huff and puff, utterly oblivious to how silly he looked in his frustration.

As Tallow fussed over the changes to body, Breeze cast a hopeful glance toward the far side of the room, searching for any sign of a passageway that might open to let them proceed. Unfortunately, the seamless, unyielding white stone remained as it was. It seemed clear now. All three of them needed to touch the flowers.

With a resigned sigh, he turned his attention to the pink-petaled garden below. “Well... here goes nothing,” he muttered, brushing his hoof over the blossoms. A sticky residue clung to his hoof as the soft, shimmering petals began to glow. Suddenly, a sensation like a million tiny pinpricks danced across his body, and the transformation began.

Several things happened in the blink of an eye. Breeze’s body grew curvy and acquired a similar feminine appearance to Tallow's, only it didn’t shrink. Instead his posture straightened, and his legs locked into a prim, almost commanding stance. His muzzle narrowed slightly, his jawline softening but remaining strong, giving him a more dignified look.

The most jarring change came when he opened his mouth to speak. “Tallow! Control yourself this instant!” he snapped, his tone sharp and sudden. It was a commanding voice, rich with maturity and discipline, the kind that was impossible to ignore. It was undeniably feminine, but strong and authoritative. He clamped his mouth shut, startled by the sound of his own voice.

Tallow froze mid-tantrum, his eyes widening as he absorbed the sight before him. Breeze now seemed to tower over him with a commanding presence, practically radiating stern authority. It made the unicorn shrink down immediately. “I... I’m sorry...” he stammered, taking a hesitant step back, suddenly feeling the weight of Breeze’s gaze upon him. His ears drooped as his gaze fell to the floor.

Breeze seemed less like a peer and more like an older, wiser figure. The kind of pony who demanded respect without even having to ask for it. It was like a switch had been flipped, and now Breeze felt like the one in control, like a mother figure who had to manage her misbehaving children.

Fable, on the other hoof, was finding all of this absolutely hilarious. His eyes watered with muffled laughter as he tried to stifle his mounting giggles, his body convulsing slightly. The sight of the other two bickering like parent and child was too much for him. The pacifier in his mouth bobbed up and down as he struggled to contain his amusement, his cheeks turning a dark shade of crimson.

“Fable, careful!” Breeze shouted.

But it was too late. Fable yelped as his hoof slipped off the walkway, and he toppled into the garden below. A burst of pink petals exploded around him and he landed on his back with a loud plop in the nectar-drenched blossoms.

As the cloud of pedals floated back down and settled around him, his body too underwent drastic changes. His features softened, his jawline becoming rounder, and his once-strong, masculine build shrunk into a more delicate, slender frame. The most noticeable change was his fur which was now stained by the bright pink nectar from head to hoof. His mane and tail were similarly brightened, now bright and pastel to better fit his sugary color palette. His maid outfit, oddly enough, remained perfectly pristine.

It was only now did the pacifier finally unglued itself off his mouth, releasing with an audible pop when he spoke. “Gah! Wha deeze flowas gwowing on!? Gwavel?!” he exclaimed with a girlish tone of voice and a very childish lisp. He frantically swiped at the petals that clung to his fur as he climbed back onto the walkway.

Now it was Tallow who started to giggle. “Fable’s all pink!”

“Sh-shuddup!” Fable snapped back.

“Fable’s all piiiink! Fable’s all piiiink!” Tallow repeated in a sing-songy voice.

“Sh-shuddup!” Fable’s cheeks flared up red, “a-at least I didn’t wet myself!”

Tallow’s laughter stopped abruptly and his grin starting to falter as his eyes darted downward. He shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he caught sight of a large yellow patch spreading across the front of his diaper. An undeniable warmth was seeping through the thick padding, and the once cheerful crinkle beneath him had turned into a heavier, squishier sensation.

After fussing to himself, fidgeting a tiny bit, the unicorn shrunk back and quieted down.

“Tallow’s all weeeeet!” Fable grinned.

“Sh-sh-shuddup!” Tallow squeaked.

“Potty pants!”

“Y-you’re the potty pants!”

“Potty paaaaaants!”

“Shudduuuuuup!”

“Settle down, both of you!” Breeze stepped in, ending the bickering immediately. “Fable, you need to be nicer to Tallow. She-... H-he’s been having a stressful day. As for you Tallow, I’ll change you when you need it.”

“But-”

“It’s barely even used,” Breeze found himself saying, “we’ll find the Princess and then we’ll change your diapee.

“Diapee?” Tallow repeated with confusion.

“Pwincess?” Fable added, equal parts confusion.

“Th-the Captain!” Breeze said back, “I-I meant the Captain! Once we find the Captain we can... Well we need to find the Captain first.”

There was a pause and then, as if bailing Breeze out of having to explain himself further, a slab of stone slid out of the way, revealing the way forward.

Breeze and Tallow moved forward, but Fable lingered. Something was... bothering him. Something that had been building up in the background ever since they put on the diapers. Up until now it was something he was doing a great job completely ignoring, completely oblivious, but now he felt a tingling heat bubble deep inside him. It was like embers smoldering beneath a forest floor - unseen, quietly feeding on the dry underbrush - until one day, a gust of wind turned it into an unstoppable wildfire.

The gust of wind, in this instance, was Tallow. More specifically Tallow’s diaper. Even more specifically, how it looked when it was wet. And as for the unstoppable wildfire, well, Fable found himself unbelievably turned on with a tight bulge tenting up the front of his diaper to match.

As he watched Tallow waddle off, his saggy diaper butt swaying behind him, he felt a swelling of warmth fill him up. He couldn’t quite describe the sensation that throbbed inside of him, but the more he stared at the unicorn’s soggy diaper the more he found himself... strangely arousing. The swollen plastic shell, the yellow tinge to the padding that had spread to the back by now, even the subtle scent of urine that could just barely be smelt on the air. It all made Fable’s legs weak. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was all wet and heavy now. Probably warm too... Warm and squishy...

“Hooves off your diaper, Fable,” Breeze’s voice called out.

“Hu-what?” Fable snapped out of his daze to notice his forehoof was wedged between his legs, pressing into the bulging bulk of his diaper. “I-I wasn’t....” It was pretty obvious what he was doing and even after he was caught, it took him a few moments to finally pull his hoof away from the throbbing need. “I-I wasn’t!” He repeated before swallowing hard, trying to push the thought away, but his eyes kept drifting back. The sight of Tallow’s bulging diaper, so obviously wet, made his own feel even tighter. He had to look away.

His eyes shot to the ground as he pushed himself to trot forward. He had to focus on something else. The stone tiles? The magefire torches? ...the pacifier?

The pacifier...

The pacifier!

The purple pacifier dangled from a delicate ribbon clipped to his frilly collar. His muzzle twitched as he stared at it longingly. It had been no more than ten minutes since he had it in his mouth and already he was missing it.

The longing clawed at his mind, sharp and insistent, like an itch he needed to scratch. It competed with his aching arousal for attention and jumped in power as time went on. His eyes stared at the pacifier, the soft plastic swaying slightly with his every movement. A small, desperate whimper escaped him before he grabbed it and popped it into his mouth.

Nuk nuk nuk

Relief washed over him immediately. He sucked on the pacifier slowly, rhythmically, and his tense shoulders relaxed. It was humiliating, but a smile crawled up his muzzle all the same. Inversely, much to his frustration, his throbbing arousal was also starting to wane, becoming less intense the more he suckled on the pacifier. Seconds later he had to spit out the pacifier just so he could feel himself grow hard again.

He was torn between the two desires. The urge to suckle and the urge to... well, do something else entirely. But every time he reached down to touch himself, the urge to put the pacifier back grew stronger. He could only manage a rub or two before he needed his pacifier again. It was like his body was playing a game of tug-of-war with his mind, each side pulling at him with equal ferocity.

“Hooves off, Fable!” Breeze shouted, “don’t make me tell you again!”

His hooves pulled away immediately this time, leaving his cock to twitch pathetically against his padding. “S-sorry...” he mumbled.

Ten minutes. He just needed ten minutes and he could take care of things. All he needed was a little bit of time.That was all. Just a little...

But... but he couldn’t ignore the pacifier’s siren call. He wanted to suck on it again. He NEEDED to suck on it again. He had to have it back in his mouth.

Nuk nuk nuk

In the end it was the pacifier that won the battle. He was left frustrated, pent up, and desperate to finish what he started, but that was made impossible so long as he kept on sucking. And he felt so incredibly empty without his pacifier.

“Come along you two,” Breeze called out at the doorway, “let’s move on before Tallow throws another tantrum,”

Tallow glared at him, but the pout on his face and his smaller stature only made him look more ridiculous. “I don’t throw tantrums!” he whined, stomping a hoof for emphasis.

“Of course you don’t,” Breeze sighed as he ushered the other two forward.