> Dungeons & Diapers > by paddedfox > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Dungeons & Diapers > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The stars lit up one by one outside the window of Moon Dancer's cottage as the sun dipped below the horizon. Inside, she and her dear friend, Twilight Sparkle, sat at a small table right beside the roaring fireplace. On it rested a large, gridded map. Twilight sat on the opposite side of her host, scrawling in her notebook. Dice of various colors and shapes spilled out of velvet bags scattered about on the table's surface. Moon Dancer's side was shielded by a decorative wall with depictions of ponies fighting against a massive dragon sitting atop a glittering hoard of gold and jewels. She levitated a thick book off of the many, many stacks of books that towered around them. The cover read "Trailfinder: Table Top Roleplaying Game Core Rulebook". "You got your character leveled yet Twi?" "Working on it, just finishing organizing my spell list." "Nice, which one's you picking up this level? Twilight leafed through a couple pages of her notebook, thinking to herself for a moment. "Teleport's nice to have, but we haven't really had a chance to use it. Was thinking of switching it out with Fire Snake for now; A little more damage never hurts." "Well with our new player joining tonight you guys should have plenty of damage to spare." Just as she spoke, the door behind them swung open, letting in flecks of snow through the entrance as a rainbow colored pony and her Griffon compatriot both trotted inside carrying several pizza boxes and a bag with chips and soda peeking out of it. Gilda wore a thick bomber jacket with a fur collared trim and black T-shirt with a skull and bones on it, along with a matching black and red skirt, while Rainbow Dash sported a baggy mint green hoodie over a purple shirt and skirt. Subtle but distinct crinkling could be heard as they walked in. "Sorry we're a little late, just picking up the snacks." "Yeah, Dash here couldn't decide between cool ranch and nacho cheese." "Look, I was trying to think what they'd like more." "Psh, everypony knows cool ranch is where it's at, nacho cheese is for nacho dweebs." Twilight and Moon Dancer giggled at the banter unfolding between them. "Glad you could make it, our little pair of adventurer's has become a party of three now." Gilda put the bags of chips and soda by the table while Rainbow Dash did the same. "Only reason I came is cause my lame Griffon friends just play lame Ogres and Oubliettes, which is so not as cool as Trailfinder with that bogus fifth edition rules. You guys are the only ones I know who've got some taste." Rainbow Dash smirked as she gave her friend a slight nudge and pat on her flank. "Really, that's the only reason? I distinctly remember you raving about free diapers all the way here and how you couldn't wait to hang around other ponies who wore, especially while gaming." Gilda cleared her throat as her face reddened. "I mean, I'm not gonna say no to free dips. Speaking of which, mind if I get a change?" Gilda pulled down her skirt to reveal a heavily sagging diaper. It looked full to burst, with the fade-when-wet skulls that once littered her padding were now thoroughly washed away. Beady streaks of clear liquid ran like sweat down the plastic. Moon Dancer's eyes widened at the sight as she looked up after pulling a diaper out of a nearby bag. "You weren't lying Twi, she really does go hard with them." Gilda just shrugged in response. "What can I say? This griffon loves to use her dips to the fullest." Her pegasus companion sighed as she pulled out a bag of dice and notebook. "So full that you literally almost leaked at the store cause you decided to go for another wetting." "I know my diaper's limit. Nothing to worry about." Rainbow Dash chuckled. "And if you had gone a little overboard what then? There would have been a yellow puddle with your name on it at the pizza place." "And that would have been a whole lotta not my problem. They can deal with it." Twilight turned away from her notebook and towards the griffon laying into changing position. "I didn't know you were so, well, bold, for lack of a better term, when it comes to wearing." "Look at it this way," the griffon smirked, clearly proud of her padding, "what's cooler than confidence? So what if I wear diapers whenever I want. I'm awesome enough to pull it off. If a pony sneaks a peak at what's on my flank, then whatever. They can stare all they want, I'm my diaper's going nowhere." Moon Dancer slid her new diaper beneath Gilda's rump, then untapped the used diaper and balled it up. "Well this diaper in particualr is going into the trash. It's definitely had its time in the sun." With a quick sprinkle of powder and a few tapes snuggly secured, the new diaper was fitted onto the griffon. "What's with these dips anyways? Dash told they were unique, but said I had to wait and see." Moon Dancer put the changing supplies back. "These aren't just any diapers. They're magically tied to the game. Twilight, why don't you show Gilda see your diaper." She pulled up her oversized sweater to display her padding, which was white with purple trim and little pictures of magic staffs, spell books, and fire balls all around. "Those are her diapers. They're designed after my mighty wizard, Ignyvae the Bright. Whenever something particular happens to her character, say she messes herself or is zapped with a regression spell, I'll feel all the effects. Same goes for you and Rainbow." Gilda nodded her head in understanding. "Now this is the kind of game I can get behind. Rainbow, let me see your diaper now, you were hiding it from me all the way here." The pegasus bucked off her skirt, revealing a still pristine white undergarment with cloaks, daggers, and coins between the cyan trim. "I'm the dashing rouge, of course. Prizm's the name, stealth is my game." Gilda rushed to examine her own diaper, but found it lacking in designs besides the golden bordering. "What gives? Where's my cool print?" Twilight handed Gilda a black character sheet. "That's where these come in. Fill it out with class info and it should begin to take effect." Gilda sat at the table with the three other ponies and began work on her character. The others gave her a hand, taking great care in ensuring she was properly leveled and geared out for their adventure. After a few moments of eating, talking, and banter between the four, Gilda finished filling everything out. "Alright 'Guildenstern', you seem just about ready to join us." "Hell yeah, make way for my powerful fighter. Ready to kick some flank with my axe." A soft glow enveloped her diaper as the axes, shields, and swords popped into existence on her diaper. A sharp, sudden chill ran throughout her body as she felt the diaper radiate with magic. "Wait, you sure this things safe? It feels kinda strange." "The spell might have some side-effects here and there, but so long as you've eaten or drank something, it'll be alright. That's what the pizza and soda is for after all. Don't think about it too much, you'll get used to it." At the reminder of the warm pizza still in the box, Gilda lifted the cover and grabbed another tasty slice. "So let's get start, Guildenstern is ready it fight." The four ponies adjusted themselves, sorting their dice and arranging their notebooks and character sheets to their liking. Moon Dancer cleared her throat and began. "Wanna bring our new adventurer up to speed with the story?" Twilight rose to the occasion, speaking as she magically cracked open a can of soda. "We've been tasked with helping in the retrieval of priceless magical artifact stole by a warlock for a museum. They've promised us handsome rewards and a clue in deciphering an ancient map leading to some kind of treasure. We left off right at the entrance, waiting for our new teammate, the brave warrior we hired, to join us." "Sick, let's get right into it." Moon Dancer's horn lit up and the blank mat before them shone brilliantly. Row by row, each square sprouted to life with three-dimensional illusions, with small tufts of grass or trees surrounding the rocky crags of a dark cavern. "Woah, this is legit. Do ponies normally play like this?" A smug giggle escaped Twilight. "This is just a little thing Moon Dancer and I came up with in our spare time to enhance our gaming experience. Thought of the idea after a gaming with Discord, but this is a little tamer for our tastes so we can still have the more traditional table-top experience." Moon Dancer peeked her head out from her dungeon master cover. "Let's begin, shall we?" Her voice began to boom out as she spoke, sounding more and more bombastic and grandiose than before. The padded adventures stand right outside the entrance of the dark wizard's lair. Three figures materialized onto the mat, a unicorn wearing a majestic coat and matching hat, a pegasus rouge shrouded in her cloak, and a fighter decked out in sturdy armor. Each of them had noticeably think diapers visible beneath their attire. Gilda picked up her miniature version of herself. "Woah, that's us!" Moon Dancer's voice shifted back to her normal pitch. "Indeed it is. Oh, and from this point on we'll be referring to each other by our proper character names, got it?" "Ay ay, captain." Guildenstern put the figurine down and commenced the adventure, unwaveringly struting straight into the mouth of the cave. The cave around you is incredibly dark. As Moon Dancer announces this, the fire in the room blinked out of existence and the ponies are plunged in darkness. "Who turned out the lights?" Ignyvae giggled. The wizard walked right behind her armored friend and levitated her staff. "I evoke thee, spirit of light, come forth and shine upon us!" As she spoke the words, Guildenstern's weapon glowed with magic, filling the cavern with an intense, radiant light, along with the room they're in. "You feel immersed yet, Guildenstern?" She walked forward through the cave, with Prizm by her side. "This is awesome!" Guildenstern shouted as she charged back to in the lead, her axe raised forward. As the team presses on, you notice the rocky walls become more and more structured until they start blending into dungeon like masonry. "Ooh!" Ignyvae giddily exclaimed, "Can I roll knowledge dungeoneering for this?" The cream colored pony nods as Twilight already revs up her d20. With a magical flick, it clacked across the table. As you examine the walls of and layout of the stones of the cave, you can indeed determine that this is a dungeon. Guildenstern snickers. "I could have told you that." The wizard brushes off the comment. "Anything else I could get from that roll." By the age and material of the stone, you can tell that this particualr dungeon was built hundreds of years ago. It also seems that whoever built it had dark intentions, as even the bricks of these walls pulsate with a sinister magic. "That's more like it. This is no doubt the wizard's lair. He should most definitely be somewhere deeper within this dungeon. Prizm swerved through the two ponies. "Let me scout ahead, just keep behind me so Guild's axe lights my way a bit." The rouge rolled for stealth, shrouding herself in her cloak and pressing forward. You blend in perfectly with the shadows. As you continue onward, you see the small hallway opens up into a large room. You see four pony looking creatures with tentacles writhing about where their snout should be and glowing red eyes. "Uh, Igny, do you know anything about some weird looking ponies with tentacles for mouths?' Ignyvae pulled out a book from her bag of holding and rolled a knowledge check, searching her brain for the knowledge necessary to identify the creatures. You recall from what you've read in books that these are mind-flayers, dark creatures that specialize in magic that controls other ponies, bending them to their twisted will. "Watch out, those are mind-flayers. They've got some powerful spells at their disposal." "Don't worry, I've got this." Guildenstern charged forward with her axe drawn, ready to cut down her newfound foes. Alright, initiatives everyone. Each of the three players tossed their dice onto the table, along with the dungeon master behind her screen, revealing the turn order for this encounter. The mind-flayers have the advantage, followed by Guildenstern, Ignyvae, and Prizm . They each begin chanting in a strange sounding language and dark aura forms around each of you. Roll fortitude to see if you overcome the effects. The three rolled against their foes, trying their hardest to fight off the magic's harsh power. Prizm manages to shake off the magical effects, however, Guildenstern and Ignyvae both feel a pressure rise in their stomachs. Try as they might to fight it, the spell pushes against their bladders. Take a -2 on armor class, as a wet diaper makes it harder to dodge. Before the two ponies can even react, they notice their diapers begin to swell against a sudden surge of urine rushes forth. The intricate decals that once littered the soft plastic cover disappeared one by one, making room for the dark, saturated tone to cover the front of their padding to completely take over. "A little soak's not gonna stop me!" Guildenstern shouted as she charged ahead, her now soggy diaper squishing all the way. "Ignyvae, I'm gonna take 'em head on you stick to the back. Prizm sneak around them and flank them if you can. Let's show these monsters whose boss!" Guildenstern rolls to attack and manages to land a clean hit on one of the mind-flayers, allowing her to cleave through them and hit the other standing next to it. Her axe swathes through them powered by her immense strength, dealing great damage to their frail bodies. Prizim follows up with a deadly sneak attack behind them, sticking her dagger right into their tender weak spot and finishing one of the mind-flayers off. "You're up Igny!" Ignyvae pointed her staff forward, chanting her spell. "I call upon thee, forces of the spirit world! Come forth and fight! Magic missile!" A volley off ethereal arrows burst out of the tip of her staff and pierce through the remaining mind-flayers. They fall limp on the cold stone floor of the dungeon. Guildenstern shook the purple viscera off her axe blade. "Piece of cake." Prizm snuck up behind her griffon companion and gave her dampened padding a nudge. "You're diaper says otherwise. What're you too, scared of the nasty boogymen?" "Psh, did you see the way I handled those guys? They're dumb little spells can't match my strength. 'Sides, I'm used to fighting in a dirty diaper, nothing new for me." Ignyvae levitates two diapers out of her bag. "Well, they're magic was somewhat impressive. That kind of thing's pretty tough to pull off, but we're fine. Let's get a change before we continue on, though." As Ignyvae goes to un-tape her diaper, she feels a force keeping it wrapped tight. "What's happening? Why I can't take off my diaper?" The other two checked their own padding and find it firmly sealed around them as well. "Hold on, let me check if there is any magic going on." Ignyvae bowed her head in concentration for a brief second before she snapped back to reality. "Okay, it seems there is some sort of anti-changing magic field throughout the dungeon. I don't really have a sure-fire way of negating the effects if it's this intense. We're gonna have to deal with whatever fills our diapers all the way through." Prizm skulked back into the lead position. "Works for me, my rumps all clean. I'll probably go the whole way through without having to use it cause I'm that awesome." As your party weaves through the various passage ways of the dungeons, you begin to notice thick trails of gold leading down one of the many branching pathways of the dungeon. The rouge picked up one of the coins and rolled appraise to fully examine the coin. "Hey, have a look at this. I think I've read about these. They're ancient coins and junk from a really old kingdom that's not around anymore. They're worth a fortune. " "You sure about that?" The griffon took one and chomps at it, looking at the old face of the king etched onto the sides. "They look like any old coin to me." Prizm shook her head. "Nope, I know a thing or two about appraising items, and these are the real deal. The markings match perfectly with what I've read about." Guildenstern took her word for it and began to scoop up clawfuls of the assorted glittering baubles into her bag. "Well, there's no use letting them lie here. They'll feel much warmer in my pockets." As the griffon warrior went about pinching every coin in sight, Ignyvae opened up her bag and scoops up innumerable amounts of them. Guildenstern jaw dropped at the cartoonish looking sight unfolding. "Bag of holding. No respectable adventurer leaves home without one. Carries everything you'd ever need and more." The three of you venture forth through the cavernous dungeon, following the trails of treasure until you find yourself in another small room. Within it are even more riches piled on to one another. Prizm rusheed forward into the room. "Guys, check this out we're gonna be rich with all this loot! Just the party enters the room, golden slime begins to ooze out of every crack and seam in the room. Globs of the gelatinous substance begin to coalesce into three large balls of goo, dragging the various shiny bits of gold along with them. An even larger mass of slime falls from the ceiling and onto Prizm, causing her to be stuck inside it along with a large treasure chest. Ignyvae and Guildenstern charge in behind her, weapons drawn and ready to fight. The wizard retrieved her bestiary again and made another knowledge check. What you see before you are what's known as treasure slimes, creatures that are born of idle money and greed. Physical abilities don't work well on these targets, but they're fairly weak. Magic works well to take them out. "Those are treasure slimes, they're slippery so watch out, physical attacks might not be the best here." The slimes jiggle to life as they approach you. Imitative rolls everypony. The party tossed their dice once more onto the table. Guildenstern has the advantage, followed by Ignyvae, Prizm and the slimes. Guildenstern holds her action, readying her axe for whenever Ignyvae finishes her turn. The wizard's staff floated above her. As she readied her spell, a faint blue light engulfed her wooden rod. "Now, feel the sting of nature's frost! Be compelled by cold! Icy Prison!" An icy film engulfs the entirety of the room spreading all across until it reaches the slimes. One by one, their movement stiffens until they are fully encompassed by a thick layer of frost. "They're helpless! Strike them down!" As they each become locked in their frozen bonds, Guildenstern rolled for another devastating cleave and successfully managed to bash through the three lesser slimes, shattering them into tiny chunks of golden ice. Prizm rolled to break free on her turn, but only managed to flail about to no effect, as the slime and icy shell now covering it kept her trapped. The final slime was left helpless, allowing Guildenstern to solidify a final coup de grâce. As the mighty griffon warrior fells the last of the slimes, Prizm and the chest slide out of the inner goop and onto the floor. The rouge takes a penalty to her speed as her undergarments are now thickly coated and overflowing in gelatinous remains of the slime. Prizm stood back up, coughing out slime as she focused on catching her breath. Guildenstern sauntered up to her and prodded her diaper with the blunt end of her axe. "What was that about having the cleanest diaper?" The now gooey rouge gives her flank a shake, feeling the now immense weight of her diaper dragging against the ground. Her padding had absorbed some of the slime and is now puffed up to insane proportions, the white of it now stained a bright golden yellow. Ignyvae giggled to herself as she laid eyes on her. "I bet that slime feels real good about now." Prizm responded with nothing more than a shiver and frustrated grumblings. "So c-c-cold. Stupid slimes. " Guildenstern snickered and poked the pegasus' diaper a few times before she noticed the large goo encrusted chest now lying on the ground. "I call dibs!" "W-wait Guildy, no-" Prizm attempted to stop her, but her heavy, fat diaper weighed her down. As she opened the oversized chest, the griffon flew into the chest itself as a force sucked her in. With a loud clang, it shut itself closed. Ignyvae and Prizm looked at each other for a moment, stunned by the sudden occurrence. They frantically worked to open it, but the lid remained sealed shut no matter how hard they strived to pry it open, however, after a few more seconds, it flips open and Guildenstern comes rushing out. Guildenstern finds her armor completely transformed into a pink, frilly battle dress. Bright bows adorn her head feathers, tail, and wings, along with stockings, a bib and a pacifier. Her axe has also be transfixed, now taking the shape of a foal's rattle, making noise as she swings it about. Your armor and weapon functions the same, but take a -6 to intimidation rolls and a +6 to charisma checks. Prizm fell from laughing so hard and landed on her slime filled diaper with a loud squelch. "Gee, Guildy, what kind of adventurer runs around opening chests without checking for traps? But hey, on the bright side, at least it wasn't a mimic!" Guildenstern spit out her pacifier and clawed at her dress, frantically trying to remove the various accessories without success. "Get this stupid thing off me!" Ignyvae lent her a hoof, but also fails at undoing her armor. And within a few seconds, the pacifier rematerialized in the griffon's beak. "I can't, I think these are cursed items. I'm not specialized in this kind of stuff, we're gonna have to find someone who could dispel whatever magic is at work transfixing your armor and axe when this is over." Guildenstern gave up and rose back on her paws. "Whatever. So long as I can still whack ponies with my axe I'm fine. Let's just find this wizard and get this over with." Prizm snickered behind Guildenstern's back, but the warrior shut her up with a firm whack to the back of her still chilly, golden padding. As they follow the trail of jewels further down the dungeon paths, the trio now finds themselves in a lavish banquet hall outfitted with towering statues. Glittering coins and countless treasures lay amassed in large mountains across the once crowded dinning place. The riches within here exceed anything they've seen so far, as the wealth in here seems fit for a king. Their jaws dropped as they set eyes on the massive hoard, but something else managed to catch their eyes. From behind one of the massive statues crawls a dragon. But it is not your ordinary dragon. It's scales look soft and there is noticeable stitching and patch work squares. The plush dragon skulks forward, sinking its paws into the sea of treasure. It fills the dungeon with a massive, ear shattering roar. Everypony make a will save. They rolled to overcome the effects of the roar, covering their ears and cowering before the massive monster as it encroached upon them. Ignyvae and Prizm make their rolls, however, Guildenstern fails hers with a natural 1. She feels the sound waves vibrate through her body, filling her with a massive urge rising in her abdomen. The griffon hit the ground clutching her stomach. With a gurgle in her tummy almost as loud as the plush dragon's roar, Guildenstern began to feel her bowls give way. She pushed in desperation to rid herself of the pain. Her diaper bulged outward as the mushy load is forced into the still wet interior of the padding. Coils of scat smushed across her flank to make way for more and more of the semi-solid mess traveling down her damp diaper. Moment after passing moment, her garment grew increasingly heavy as the soft filth coated it from front to back with the sticky brown warmth she knew all too well. The brave Guildenstern has soiled her diaper completely. Take a -2 to attack rolls and armor class, as fighting with a sagging load in your pants makes it harder to land an attack and harder to dodge. On top of that, your movement speed is halved, as you are now forced to waddle with the sagging weight dangling between your thighs. Ignyve and Prizm strike a battle stance, but the dragon seems to be docile. As soon as the dragon finishes roaring, she notices the griffon standing before her in her cutesy pink armor and giggles excitedly. "Oh aren't you just the cutest thing! What's a little birdie like you doing in a scary place like this? She scoops Guildenstern up and begins to cradle her in her arm, cooing all the while. "Aww, who's a cute baby bird? Who's a cute baby bird? Yes you are, you-" She sniffed the air, noticing a fresh, odd scent. Her snout honed in on it, moving closer and closer to the source until she realized the smell perplexing her nostrils. Guildenstern is lifted up to the dragon's snout, where she gives her baby bird's diaper another good whiff. "Someone's a real stinky baby, aren't they?" "Umm, excuse me," Ignyvae interrupted, "we're adventures looking for a warlock that's supposed to be in this dungeon. Do you know where we could find him?" "He's right past my lair, down that hallway, then take a right. A bunch of ominous black flames, red carpets, can't miss it." The two ponies looked at each other, their faces completely puzzled. "Wait, you're just gonna let us go? Just like that? No epic fight or complex riddle for us to solve to gain passage?" The plush dragon let out a thunderous laugh. "I couldn't fight a wittle baby birdie, especially one who needs her diapers as badly as she does." Guildenstern spit out her pacifier in anger, but Ignyvae quickly levitated it back into her mouth and motioned for her to play along. "Boy she's a fussy one alright." "I'll say. But anyways, yeah, the wizard dude. He just barged in a couple days ago and was like spouting some nonsense about taking over the kingdom and whatnot. I just let him crash in my guest room cause he gave me some nice treasure to add to my hoard." She pushed up a chest with her tail and showed them a chest filled with a variety of precious gemstones. "He did tell me to keep an eye out for intruders, but I'll let you guys go. The guys a big ol' meanie anyway from what it seems. I'll just tell him you guys snuck past me while I was sleeping, no harm." "Thank you ma'am, we appreciate it." The plush dragon put Guildenstern down gently and gave her a pat on the head, causing the fighter 's feather's to ruffle in embarrassment. "Now you be a good little birdie. Don't hurt yourself with that toy now, leave the adventuring to the grown up wizard and rouge there, okey dokey? The party treks down the path the dragon spoke of, and it is as she described it. Dark flames lick off golden sconces and massive, blood red tapestry hang off the walls. As you enter the final room, you see a bearded unicorn seated upon a flaming throne. "So, you've made it this far, have you. I see you've had fun dealing with my traps and monsters." The scent of Guildenstern's diaper hit the dark wizard from across the room "Aww, does the brave little griffon need a diapey change?" He steps off the throne and toward the adventurers, laughing maniacally all the way. "Ha! What a bunch of pathetic weaklings. You've made it this far, but you shall go no further. There is no action you can take to stop me. My master plan is nearly complete. Might as well give up now and become my eternal slaves, as I have already-" Guildenstern let out an ear-splitting war screech as she charged forward right in the middle of his monologue. The dark wizard attempts to react, but is caught flat footed. You gain a surprise round, roll initiative. They roll their dice once more, to decide the order of the scene. Guilenstern goes first, followed by Ignyvae, Prizm, and the warlock. Guildenstern got in close and rolled to grapple. The dark wizard fails to overcome the fighter's immense strength and is put in a tight squeeze. "Ignyvae, got anything in your arsenal that'll boost my strength!?" She nodded, raising her staff to the sky. "Got just the thing." A whirl of energy encircled Guildenstern as Ignyvae unleashed her spell. "Oh, foundation of the earth, grant her strength. Titan's blessing!" As the griffon fighter wrestled with the warlock, Prizm coated a knife in poison and rolled to throw it. "I'm not just gonna sit around in this gooey diaper, let's see him fight back with this!" With precision aim, it cut deep into his flank. The posion begins to take effect within the dark wizard, sapping his strength with each passing moment. He struggles to break free from the grapple, but to no avail. He remains locked within the griffon's beefy claws. Guildenstern rolled to pin her opponent to the ground and succeeds by a landslide. She slamed her diapered flank onto his face and sat on him, preventing him from moving. The dark wizard recoiled as the foul contents of the griffon's diaper assaulted his face. "Listen her you lame brained dweeb-lock; I'm through with your dumb dungeons and those sorry excuses for traps you've laid out. You think you're funny having a laugh at me? Well here's a little taste of your own medicine." ]She motioned over to Ignyvae. "Hey, got any spells that'll give me a real messing?" She lifted her staff in response. "Why, yes, I know just what'll do the trick." "Foul spirits of the air, bring ruin unto her body! Bowel ravage!" Guildenstern gave the dark wizard no quarter. As soon as she feels the effects of the spell take a hold of her, she blasted another massive load into her padding. The outer plastic, already showing wear from the early soaking and messing, became stained a deep brown from the excessive toll the influx of feces had on the diaper. The dark wizards face pressed against it, further spreading the squishy poop up and down front of the padding. "How's it feel, dweeb? Wish you didn't mess with the wrong griffon now?" The warlock fails to withstand the onslaught on his senses. He passes out from inhaling Guildenstern's noxious fumes for too long. The griffon rose up from sitting on the now knocked out warlock's face her diaper flopping to and fro amidst the heavy burden it was tasked with containing. "Well, looks like mission's accomplished. Let's just snag this little trinket and-" Guildenstern reached for the amulet, fully content in her victory. "No, wait it's-" A flash of light fills the room. As it subsides Guildenstern can be seen laying on the floor. "You alright Guildenstern?" The griffon warrior tilted her head to the side in confusion before a thread of drool dripped from her beak. She babbled and cooed in response for a few moments before eagerly sucking on the pacifier still lodged between within her beak. Ignyvae and Prizm let out a disgruntled sigh. "Looks like we're gonna have to learn how to undo another curse."