Story Time
Story Time
By Scribe Feather
Reputations are slow to earn and easy to ruin. This was a life lesson that pegasus Thunderlane knew all too well. It seemed that no matter what he did, ponies around town knew him as lazy and careless.
For the longest time, he just ignored it. He worked hard, trained hard, and did his best to show himself in the best light. But training wasn’t enough for the athletic pony. It did little about getting rid of a negative stigma that hovered over the dark gray pegasus’ head. He was always seen as inattentive and always dodging work. Soon he realized that training his mind was just as important as training his body.
At first he asked for help from one of the most studious ponies in Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle, but that didn’t go nearly as well as he first thought. The book smart pony was quick to mention a long list of recommended books he could read, but Thunderlane never thought of any of them doing any good.
What he needed was some new material, something new and fresh that would help him stand out. If he could somehow learn something entirely new from what the rest of his group was training for, maybe just maybe he could work off the negative reputation he unwillingly built himself.
With Twilight Sparkle’s large library off the list of ideas, Thunderlane moved on to plan B. In his travels, he stumbled across a bookstore near the center of town. The store never crossed his mind before, nor did he recall ever seeing it until recently like it appeared out of nowhere. However in his hour of need, the place looked like a treasure trove of untapped information.
The bookstore was nothing fancy on the outside. It’s timber-framed exterior blended in nicely with the other houses around it. If it wasn’t for the low hanging sign with a book symbol etched in it’s side, one might almost mistake it as another house.
A tiny bell rang when Thunderlane entered the store, alerting it’s inhabitants of his arrival. The interior of the store was much more congested and denser. Aside from a desk and a set of counters that sat near the entrance, the rest of the store was filled to the brim with aisles of bookshelves. There must have been thousands of books in the store’s inventory, each of varying topics and subject matter.
“Welcome!” A voice sang, catching Thunderlane’s attention.
A peach colored unicorn waited behind the counter near the front door. A large book and cash register rested in front of her on top of the large, wooden counter space. She looked to be the owner of the establishment, wearing a pair of reading glasses that connected to a small chain wrapped around her neck.
“Can I help you with something?” the unicorn asked.
“Uhm, hey,” Thunderlane answered, closing the distance between the two. “Would you happen to have any books on aerobatics or flight maneuvering techniques?”
“Oh I’m afraid I’m not quite sure,” the store owner answered, “I just might in the back. All new books that I haven’t sorted through yet always end up there.”
“Would ya mind if I took a look? Browsed a little?”
“By all means! Go right ahead! Just give me a call if you need any help,” the mare said with a nod before turning back to her book.
“Thanks,” Thunderlane answered back before journeying deeper into the store.
The tall, wooden bookshelves that made up the various aisles seemed to stretch endlessly into the store’s insides. Each one was fully stocked with a wide variety of literature, ranging from magazines and coloring books to encyclopedias and heavy school text books. Thunderlane scanned hundreds of book titles as he passed by, passively browsing the wide arrange of books.
All the shelves were organized into categories, each clearly marked with small hanging signs at the head of each row. As Thunderlane journeyed deeper into the shop, the category names became more and more obscure. Cookbooks and non fictional biographies slowly turned into science manuscripts and unabridged history books of chimeric cultures. Eventually he made his way to the back where piles of books sat beside nearly empty shelves to be sorted later.
Thunderlane browsed the multiple stacks of books, reading each title as he worked down each column. Some of the books were for topics he never thought existed like Griffon joke books or ancient draconic summon rituals. Each book was as obscure as the last and made things obvious why they hadn’t been sorted yet.
In the midst of his browsing, Thunderlane’s eyes eventually landed on a single blue book that sat among a loose group on a near empty shelf. In a strange way, it felt like the book was beckoning Thunderlane, subtly coaxing him to investigate the find. It must must have been his eyes adjusting to the less than ideal lighting in the back of the store, but he could have sworn the book’s spine glowed a little. With peaked interest, he pulled the book out from it’s resting place. Behind the book was a pack of diapers, which was strange because there didn't seem to be any room on the shelf for such a large pack of padding.
The book’s cover was boring to say the very least. The main focus of the book’s front was a cutie mark of a couple toy jacks beside a rubber ball, one that Thunderlane didn’t recognize. Above the cutie mark, in white, bold lettering read ‘Little Jack’s Diaper Time’.
Curious about the strange find, Thunderlane turned to the first page. Every page of the book had full color illustration to go along with the text. The text was big and bold, only able to fit a couple sentences on a page. The style of the book made it appear to be some kind of child story book.
There once was a pony named Little Jack. Little Jack loved his diapers.
Thunderlane read the first line, rolling his eyes at the name. The story was obviously not something Thunderlane would be interested in and for a moment he had half a mind to put the book away and continue looking. However as much as he tried, his curiosity got the better of him. Compelled by some unknown driving force, he kept on reading.
The first illustration of the book showed a gold colored stallion with a pale pink mane, bearing the same toy jacks and rubble ball cutie mark that was displayed on the main cover. The full grown pegasus stood in a loosely fleshed out living room that was just barely rendered in the picture. Most of the detail was focused on the pony and the big smile that hung on his face.
Surprisingly, Thunderlane found himself interested in the story. His growing curiosity urged him to continue, dying to know what was going to happen next. The next picture depicted Little Jack standing with his thighs tightly squeezed together, an expression of urgency growing on his face.
Whenever Little Jack needed to go potty. He wouldn’t go find Mommy like he was suppose to. No, Little Jack would always use his diapers.
Despite the odd and jarring turn the story made, Thunderlane continued to read. The next page had an illustration of Little Jack digging through a diaper bag, slyly looking around to make sure the coast was clear.
When Mommy wasn’t looking, Little Jack would grab one of his favorite diapers.
Unbeknownst to him, Thunderlane started to sit up, his body moving on it’s own accord. Without looking up from his book, a hoof dug into the package of diapers that rested on the bookshelf, pulling one out.
Mommy diapered him up best, but Little Jack knew how to change himself. He knew all the steps.
Thunderlane followed the diaper changing instructions the moment he read them. The steps were surprisingly thorough for a storybook, providing illustrations for each step as Little Jack slowly diapered himself. With his eyes glued to the book, Thunderlane laid himself on top of the new diaper, pulling the front up over his stallionhood and taping it snugly into place. His eyes remained firmly glued to the book, paying extra attention to the illustration of the freshly diapered Little Jack.
Little Jack’s excited bladder could barely wait for him to put on the diaper. The moment he put it on he was instantly rewarded with a big warming feeling as he peed into it.
Thunderlane’s bladder followed suit without a hesitation. Once he was sure his diaper was securely fastened around his waist, a loud stream began to spray into the thirsty padding. He froze there for a moment, staring at the illustration of Little Jack wetting his own diaper. He continued to stare as his urine slowly soaked into the diaper, swelling the padding up.
Without losing a beat, he turned the page. The next page showed Little Jack laying on his stomach with his diapered rump sticking up into the air.
Little Jack would always lay on the floor with his diapered rump cutely sticking up in the air whenever he needed to fill his diapers.
Thunderlane’s diapered rump started to raise up into the air to match Little Jack’s pose as he turned the page.
After Little Jack got into position, he pushed a big mess into his diaper, enjoying it much more than any stupid potty.
Thunderlane’s tummy tightened and before he knew it, he was pushing a big mess into his own diaper. The diaper bulged behind him as the lumpy mess quickly filled it up. Thunderlane didn't bat an eye at it and didn't even look up from his reading material to notice. The hefty load pulled the garment down, tugging at the elastic waistline.
The next picture depicted Little Jack laying down on the ground, carelessly resting on his back with his freshly used diaper bulging profusely between his legs.
Little Jack loved his diapers. He loved filling them up just as much! He happily laid on the floor and waited for Mommy to change him. Mommy was always there to change him.
Thunderlane copied Little Jack’s movements and plopped on his back as well. His diaper shifted and squished as he situated himself squarely on top of it's messy back. He passively stared at the ceiling, not budging from his spot as he laid there like Little Jack.
It was unclear how long the grown pegasus laid on the floor like that. Thunderlane contently stared at the ceiling, not wasting a single thought on how ridiculous he must have looked. He freshly used diaper remained warm around his crotch and butt, his stinky mess subtly oozing about. He would have likely laid there indefinitely if somepony didn’t come looking for him.
Eventually hoofsteps could be heard in the distance. The single set of steps slowly came closer, steadily getting louder. Soon the store owner’s head poked around the corner, eyes locking on the strange sight that laid before her. However, instead of looking shocked or disgusted, the unicorn smiled.
“It would seem that some nosy little stallion didn’t quite find what he was looking for,” the unicorn grinned. “Oh, but don’t worry. I’m sure you couldn’t help it. It is a very...enchanting story.”
Thunderlane simply blinked blankly at the unicorn as she closed in. Nothing she said seemed to phase him as he continued to lay there in his used diaper.
“Judging by that diaper, you managed to get through the entire book. Did you find it hard to put down?” The store pony teased the pegasus who remained glued to the floor. He couldn’t move from his spot nor did the thought ever cross his mind. “Although I feel that the story leaves on a bit of a cliffhanger, wouldn’t you agree? I have a surprise for you, diaper butt.” The unicorn’s horn glowed as a book from a nearby stack was pulled out. The new book gently floated down in front of Thunderlane’s eyes. 'Little Jack's Diaper Time Part 2' the title read. “Well go on,” she said to the stallion, “don’t you wanna know what happens to Little Jack?...And you?”
Remaining glued to the floor, Thunderlane snatched the book out of the air, quickly leafing through the first few pages till his eyes locked on new words to read. The story picked up right where the last book left off. Little Jack laid ramrod in the middle of the room as the front of his diaper began to grow a bulge.
Sometimes Little Jack felt especially funny in his diapers. Sometimes he would feel another need arise once his diaper was good and full.
Thunderlane could feel his stallionhood begin to stir as he read. The yellow front of his diaper began to bulge as his erection tented up the soaked padding. Almost immediately his mind swarmed with erotic desire, a primal part of his mind becoming enchanted as he continued to read.
The next page now had Little Jack poking his tented diaper front, visibly moaning in pleasure.
Little Jack always liked how the diaper felt against his crotch. He felt really good when he rubbed his diaper, it would always make his wings stiff.
Merely reading the words was enough to get Thunderlane’s heart beating. His own wings began to stiffen underneath him. Driven by feelings much stronger than before, Thunderlane placed a hoof on top of his diaper bulge and continued to read.
The next illustration portrayed Little Jack with both hooves squeezed between his thighs as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Sometimes Little Jack would give his diaper a great big rubbing, rubbing up and down and up and down, deep into the swollen padding.
Thunderlane couldn’t stand just reading about it as every word made his erection harder and stiffer. Without thinking his body began to mirror Little Jack’s actions. Both hooves dug into his swollen diaper, squishing the padding about as he moaned loudly. He didn’t seem to care at all that the store pony was watching the whole thing.
The unicorn grinned as the stallion surrendered to his growing urges. She levitated the book up into the air, holding it above Thunderlane. Thunderlane’s eyes remained glued to the book. As he hastily rubbed away, the store owner turned the pages.
The next few pages lacked any sort of text to read and instead had a montage of images plastered across it’s surface. Little Jack worked in numerous different poses in his sexual diaper play. In one picture the stallion could be seen rubbing his diapered crotch against the floor with both forehooves pinned beneath him. Another featured the pony bouncing on his lumpy mess with his tongue dangling out of his wide open mouth. He then, in another picture, used his hooves to simultaneously squish the lumpy mess in the back of his diaper and rub his tented front. Strongly controlled by the book’s enchantments, Thunderlane mirrored each pose.
When the store pony figured the stallion had had enough, she turned the page to a new picture. The illustration now showed Little Jack exhausted on the floor
Finally Little Jack felt really good, twitching in his diaper as it filled up with his special liquid.
A split second after Thunderlane read the caption, his body erupted into a wonderful orgasm. He began to buck his hips upwards as his erection twitched. He was hopeless to resist, moaning low as he wiggled on the floor.
The store owner grinned as Thunderlane squirmed against his diaper. His body twitched as his stallionhood spurted out thick strings of cum in one of the most powerful orgasm of his life.
“There we go,” the unicorn finally said, gently floating the book down to the floor. “the story’s climax is so much better than the first one, don’t you think?”
Thunderlane didn’t respond and instead just lazily laid on floor, a satisfied smile frozen on his face. He remained there until the unicorn mare finally continued the story.
She floated the book overhead, holding it open for Thunderlane. She lovingly read the story to the exhausted pony as diaper changing supplies floated into sight. "’Little Jack was a good boy and loved his diapers. Mommy loved to keep him in diapers. It was the only way she could make sure he behaved himself.”
Thunderlane dumbly grinned as the store owner untaped his diaper and lifted his legs into the air. He stared at the storybook, not even blinking as his mind hung on every word that the unicorn read out. He was as well behaved during the diaper change as Little Jack was in the story, laying on the ground as Mommy changed him.
"When Mommy found Little Jack all tired from his rubbing, she changed him into a new diaper." Thunderlane was expertly wiped by moist wipes that the store pony carefully floated down to his messy rump.
Thunderlane’s blinks were slow as he succumbed to the enchanting story. His legs were raised into the air like a foal’s, wiped down before a new diaper wrapped itself around his waist. Something felt right about wearing diapers for the stallion. It was like he needed them and Mommy was always there to put him in them.
The unicorn helped Thunderlane back on his feet once the diaper change was completed. She smiled at the loud crinkling that came from his new diaper.
“I’m afraid we’re closing soon,” The mare winked, “I hope we can do this again some time.”
Still a bit dazed, Thunderlane followed the store owner back to the front of the store. His stride was more of a waddle as his legs bowed out from the thick padding.
“Oh, but please take the book with you. It would be unfair if you didn’t get to finish it,” the unicorn said as her magic levitated the second book into Thunderlane’s hooves. “Do come again!”
Thunderlane nodded, making his way out the front door and into public once more. Standing at the doorstep of the shop, his curiosity perked up once again, coaxing him to read the rest of the book.
He turned to the last page and intently read the text. Little Jack now stood proudly in a fresh, pristine diaper that was drawn to have a gleam to it like a hard earned trophy. In the distance there could be seen silhouettes of other ponies that Little Jack was clearly heading towards in his happy, proud strut.
Little Jack felt so happy in a fresh diaper. Mommy always did the best diaper changes. He couldn't wait to tell all his friends about his diapers and how much he loved them and Mommy!
Published By Hackney Publications Incorporated, 720 Alicorn Drive, Canterlot