Spin-off of Obsession and Regression. Entrepreneur Buttercup likes blue, Rainbow-maned mares... a little too much. Short story of what happens, from her perspective.
Entrepreneur Buttercup likes blue, rainbow-maned mares... perhaps a bit too much. She has one over every once and a while, usually the mare's a little masculine, but the rare gem is feminine. Sometimes she's a client, sometimes a model, a sale's pony, or friend-of-a-friend... Buttercup is rich and super laid-back, so she can have anypony she wants. These mares all do remind her of somepony special she knew long ago.
The authorities have been informed that sometimes one of these mares who visited her home suddenly goes missing, usually without a trace... Buttercup just shrugs her shoulders.
They suspect Buttercup has something to do with it, but without evidence they've got nothing. They'll always have nothing. Because Buttercup is careful. Always.
Spin-off of Obsession and Regression.
Cover art by Smudge Proof. He's professional, courteous, laid-back, and the best artist I've ever worked with. Check his stuff out!
Buttercup had found the perfect mare. A singer, at a party... with a full concerto behind her. The whole place lit up when she first began her aria. Even before hearing her honeyed voice, Buttercup knew. Diamond Dream, the perfect pegasus -- beautiful rainbow mane, pretty cyan body. She, of course, invited her over, and they were together alone. This was how it worked each and every time.
Diamond was a little chunky... fat. She was actually larger than Buttercup, but that was okay. Soft, innocent magenta eyes... adorable, petite face. Cutie mark of an open book, just like Buttercup could read her. She was maybe nineteen, and spoke of things as though they were still fresh and new. This made Buttercup smile, sincerely for once in what seemed like forever.
They were together on the couch, in Buttercup's big, empty house. This was always how it worked. Buttercup was getting to know her... the cutie. She was cute, even wearing a nice pink dress for the occasion. She wore a dress each time Buttercup saw her and Buttercup could only guess that was to hide her weight. The thing is... Buttercup liked her just the way she was.
"So tell me, Honey," Buttercup began. "What type of work does your daddy do?"
With a wiggle and a giggle, Diamond answered. She felt special around this mare, like she valued what she had to say.
"He owns a library in Manehattan," the young mare replied. "One of the big, big ones in the middle of the city."
Diamond's pupils went wide when she talked about her father.
"Oh, that sounds like an important job!" Diamond nodded as Buttercup moved in a little closer. "But what brings you to Ponyville? It's a pretty boring town, if you ask me."
"Well, mommy thought I'd like going into the country for a while before heading off to Canterlot University for some advanced vocal training. It's my last Summer and I wanted to do something special. It's so quiet here!"
"It is." Buttercup beeped her nose. "I'm glad I met you. Your voice is so magnificent! I'd imagine you drink a lot of tea to keep it sounding so soothing." She glanced over as Ironhoof brought out the first teapot. "You always liked my tea?"
Diamond nodded.
"Uh-huh! It's really good!"
"But... it's such an adult beverage! Surely that must be boring to a young mare such as yourself. You wouldn't rather have a pop?"
Diamond crossed her forelegs.
"I am an adult and sodapop hurts your throat!" She giggled. "Mommy made me drink your tea when I was younger to help me each time relax before a performance. I've been hooked since."
"Oh?" Buttercup looked into her eyes again, this time scooching in a little closer... putting her foreleg on the back of the couch. "Did it help you?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Well... you most certainly are an adult or else you wouldn't be here." Buttercup beeped her nose. "But still a cutie! You are quite cute, actually. Perhaps you would like to try my tea fresh and... with me?"
Diamond beamed an adorable grin.
"Yes, yes, please!"
Buttercup grinned back as Ironhoof began filling the cups. She put her foreleg gently around the mare's shoulders, gauging her reaction. At first she saw Diamond's face contract, felt some stiffness in her shoulders... she was either this filly's first or moving too fast. At around nineteen both were possible. Buttercup tried to look into her eyes, but Diamond suddenly took an interest in the plush carpeting.
Drat.
Since she couldn't decide what to do, Buttercup just went with her gut...
"Hey," Buttercup whispered, softly. "Hey, up here silly." Diamond's eyes drifted towards her mouth, which she noticed moved in a rather soothing way. "It's okay... I want you to feel comfortable around me. Can't you relax? You've got nothing to worry about, so as long as I'm around."
She looked into Buttercup's eyes again. The older mare could taste her nervousness. It was palpable, tangible, but it also felt malleable. Buttercup kept her hoof right where it was, caressing Diamond's shoulder.
"That's my pretty girl." She beeped her nose again, getting in even closer. "Can I ask you a personal question, Honey?"
Diamond nodded, swallowing hard.
"Okay."
"Does your mommy or daddy know you... like mares?"
Diamond shook her head, looking away again.
"Hey, what did I just say?" With a hoof, Buttercup directed her chin so they were face-to-face. "You've got nothing to worry about. I've got you!" Diamond smiled again. "I'm a filly-fooler, you're a filly-fooler, I think we both like each other."
"But you're so, well..."
"I'm what?" Buttercup giggled. "Old...?"
Not surprisingly Diamond nodded. Buttercup felt Ironhoof's eyes on her, but looked up and shook her head. He was always so alert... sometimes a little too on edge. "It's okay," she mouthed.
"Age is only a number, sweetie. I could have worn all this make-up to make myself appear younger than I really am to you, but then I wouldn't have been very honest. Honesty is important in a relationship... it's important that you know what I've planned for you today."
Diamond nodded, looking her in the eyes... trustingly.
"What do you have planned for me today, Miss Gamboge?"
Buttercup grinned, pulling herself in even closer, their flanks now touching.
"Lots, and lots of... snuggles!"
Before Diamond knew it, Buttercup had her entire foreleg around her body and was hugging her tightly. If she got uncomfortable again, Ironhoof would probably have to escort her out... but give her a shot in the rump before they got there. They always cried when he did that, and it's not very fun. This was fun. Diamond giggled... it looked like they were going to do this the easy way. Buttercup could relax a little.
* * *
Two tea cups and a more relaxed posture. Buttercup's guest was leaning into her, her mug nearly gone. The older mare stroked Diamond Dream's mane... The tea worked quickly, especially when fresh and if you drank it in big, greedy gulps as the young mare had. The more nervous they were the more they usually wanted the tea to sooth them if they'd had it before. The few that had.
"This is so good!" Diamond exclaimed, finishing off the mug.
Buttercup nodded, working a hoof in under her foreleg and giving her a squeeze.
"Drink as much as you like, sweetie!" she whispered in Diamond's ear. "But first... would you like to try a special recipe? It's brand new and I think you'll like it."
Diamond looked up, nodding, so Buttercup looked at her butler...
"Just one mug this time," she said, caressing Diamond's chest. "I'm not very thirsty right now."
Ironhoof grinned before leaving.
"As you wish."
"Honey, I like you a lot," Buttercup said, as the tea numbed Diamond's nervousness away. "You're so young... and so very, very pretty. I just want to gobble you all up and make you feel so special."
"But I do feel special here, Miss Gamboge. Really!"
"Oh, I think you can call me Buttercup now, silly." Buttercup gently directed her face so they were eye-to-eye. "But you can also call me Mommy. What do you say?"
"Huh? What do I say to what? Calling you-"
Buttercup moved in and gave Diamond a kiss, gentle, and on the lips. It caught her off guard, her cheeks held by both Buttercup's hooves. Buttercup could see her cheeks turning crimson as she pulled back.
At first the young mare froze, her body rigid again. Buttercup maintained eye-contact, knowing how to keep her face soft and accepting.
"It's okay," Buttercup said, removing both hooves, while maintaining eye-contact. "I'm sorry. I probably made you pretty uncomfortable."
She waited a moment. Some said something, others did something... including trying to leave. Whatever happened at this point would have to happen naturally.
As expected, Diamond did something -- she put her head in Buttercup's shoulder and nuzzled in. Buttercup felt a set of moist lips touching her neck and pulled back, exposing herself entirely. She was vulnerable. Trusting... showing trust usually brings more trust. She felt a kiss, followed by another.
"I've never done this with a mare your age before!" Diamond said in-between kisses.
"It's okay, Honey... just express your feelings." Buttercup put a hoof to the young mare's lips. "Make Mommy feel good!"
Forelegs went up and down bodies. Lips locked for brief moments... Ironhoof saw this and stayed in the doorway. He would hang back for the time, happy to see Buttercup enjoying herself.
* * *
Slowly, Buttercup drifted to her back, submitting to the young mare above her, in control... or at least that's what she wanted her to believe.
"You can do anything you want to me, Honey," Buttercup said, looking up through narrow slits. "I just want you to have fun."
Diamond's wings went out straight, yet she found herself hesitating. She was looking at Buttercup's round, chunky body, fully exposed to her. She had never seen a mare with such perky breasts outside of the locker room... they looked like they belonged to somepony her age, not her mommy's age. Her real mommy, to be more specific.
"Don't you like?" Buttercup asked, reaching down to massage her own engorged bosom.
Diamond just nodded... looking as though she was about to get a nose bleed.
"Come down here, sweetie. Lay beside Mommy. It's okay!"
Diamond did as she was told. The two were side-by-side on Buttercup's big, comfy couch.
"I'll bet you're nervous."
Diamond nodded. "A little."
"It's okay to be nervous... you said you've never done this with a mare my age before. Do you mean kiss?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that means you're probably feeling pretty warm by now, huh? You know, that's such a pretty dress." Buttercup examined the shoulder strap. "Is it okay if it comes off? I'd like to see you without it, pretty just as you are."
Diamond quickly shook her head, looking at the floor again.
"Honey." Buttercup again directed her head so they were face-to-face. "Answer me honestly: I'm starting to think you've never been with a pony before. Am I your very first?"
Diamond paused for a moment then slowly nodded, looking up.
"It's okay." The older mare kissed her neck, turning over so her warm body was pressed up against Diamond's. "Just show me what you like to do when you're alone... thinking about pretty mares."
Diamond took her hoof and placed it on Buttercup's tummy, right above her breasts.
"Oh, my..." Buttercup leaned back, submitting as Diamond retracted her hoof. "Wow, that's so very forward."
"I'm sorry!" Diamond exclaimed, in a hushed tone, even though she didn't have to. "Please don't be mad..."
Buttercup put a foreleg around her, the younger mare's eyes wide. She needed comfort.
"What are you apologizing to me for, sweetie? Isn't this what's going to make you happy?"
Diamond didn't answer.
"Well? You can tell me. I won't bite."
She nodded... slowly, looking up. The mares made eye-contact, and Buttercup knew she was being truthful.
"Do it then, silly. Do it. Unless..."
Diamond's head drifted back to Buttercup's side, relaxed.
"Unless what?"
"Unless you're not so sure anymore. It's okay if you aren't... I just want you to be honest with yourself, and with me. Okay?"
The young mare smiled weakly, poking Buttercup in the tummy... she looked into Buttercup's eyes.
As Diamond's hoof moved back down Buttercup tilted her head back. It connected with the spot just above her warm, somewhat moist nethers. Their play started with gentle rubbing, slowly, smooth... going lower.
"That feels nice."
The two made eye-contact as Buttercup adjusted her position, encouraging Diamond's hoof to go a little bit lower. The warmth felt quite pleasant against her hoof... enticing her all the more.
"There you go. That's it!"
Her hoof was now directly in contact with Buttercup's personal bits. The older mare's stickiness quickly turned to pulsing, then winking, something she could feel through her entire foreleg.
It didn't take long for the rubbing to speed up. It wasn't aggressive, but a moist sound filled the air, indicating Diamond was doing something right. Buttercup's forelegs collapsed inward against her body, her hind legs stiffening up. Diamond was such a pretty girl.
* * *
Buttercup was out of breath. She didn't normally make it this far with most of them.
"Good job," the older mare panted, stretching out her neck. "Didn't that feel nice?"
Diamond held up her hoof... sticky. She looked slightly uncomfortable as she stared at it for a moment, but Buttercup knew how best to continue this game. She licked the hoof.
"Eww!" Diamond exclaimed, wriggling on the couch. "Eww! Eww! Eww!"
"It's completely natural, sweetie," Buttercup responded, matter-of-fact. "Mares used to clean themselves a lot like this back when we grazed!" She shook the hoof playfully. "Haven't you ever tried your own?"
Diamond shook her head, eyes wide.
"Here." Buttercup took her by the elbow and directed her hoof to her face. "Go on, give it a teensy taste... you might like it."
"I don't want to," Diamond replied, firmly.
"Hey, silly, please don't knock something until you try it." Buttercup quickly discovered, as Diamond was pushing back, that she was as lot stronger than she expected. "Well! Tell you what... give it just a little taste?"
"No."
"Why not?" Buttercup grinned. "Afraid of germs?"
"A little."
"Oh, there are far worse things in Equestria than germs, sweetie, and besides... you've got nothing to worry about. Mommy's got you."
Diamond stared at her hoof... mouth open, sniffing.
"It tastes as good as it smells." Buttercup let go of her foreleg. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to, but I would like you to try new things. Does that sound fair?"
Sitting for a moment, the two contemplated their situation. As Diamond was blushing and still looking at Buttercup, she suddenly lowered her eyes and licked the hoof. It tasted surprisingly sweet, a texture a lot like syrup. Warm and pleasant.
"Good girl!"
As Diamond started sucking on her hoof, Buttercup looked towards the door and nodded. Ironhoof, who'd made himself scarce so far, came in just as his mistress sat up. Their guest sat up much more quickly, and much more awkwardly... smoothening out her dress in the process.
"Perfect timing!" Buttercup exclaimed. "After our fun little game, I might just end up having a cup myself. But first, for right now, Honey... I just want to know what you think of it."
Ironhoof poured a cup and set it down on the table.
"Enjoy," he said, with a smile.
Diamond looked over at Buttercup, who nodded at the mug.
"Go ahead! Drink it slowly... and savor it! It's a special blend. I hope you like it."
Diamond picked up the mug and, as Buttercup had suggested, drank it slowly. The older mare smiled seeing this. She set the mug down with a smile on her face.
"Buttercup, it's incredible!"
"I'm glad you're happy, sweetie." Buttercup giggled cutely. "Maybe you'll end up having two cups. That would make me quite happy."
Diamond didn't answer, but that didn't matter. In an hour or so... all this would change.
The teacups were gone. Over an hour had passed so fast.
Diamond smiled, giggling up at Buttercup. She felt light, the otherwise dull, white room seemed to come alive with vivid colors: red, orange, green, blue, purple, yellow all danced around her. She lay with her head against Buttercup, a bit of syrupy froth forming on the older mare's shoulder.
"Are you happy?" Buttercup asked, beeping her nose. "Honey?"
"Yeahh...," the younger mare drooled.
Buttercup smiled.
"Then I'd like you to just lay back on my couch, sweetie. You look sleepy." She turned to her butler. "Get my big, red bag from downstairs. It's almost time."
Diamond heard most of what Buttercup said, but it didn't carry any weight. She found herself unable to think clearly, but that was okay... the light weaved above her head in a technicolor display and that was enticing enough to hold her attention for the time. She did as she was told, laying back on the big, comfy couch.
As Ironhof went to get her bag, Buttercup hiked up Diamond's skirt, grinning when she saw, of all things... underneath Diamond was wearing panties. Bright red panties. There are two reasons a mare might wear panties... usually because of the time of the month, they often held an absorbent core. Buttercup sniffed the area, inspecting it for a pad or string. She found nothing, and no strong smells indicating menstruation, so that meant...
"You wanted to look pretty for Mommy, didn't you?" She grabbed hold of the elastic waistband. "Mommy really likes your undies, baby. She's going to take them for you."
"No," Diamond cried weakly, trying to grab hold of the fabric as they were pulled away and set aside. Although her brains had turned largely to mush, she still had the presence of mind to think she was about to get raped. Her uncoordinated attempts to get up failed miserably, and all were met by a gentle hoof pushing her back down... for some reason the strength had left her and it was getting worse by the second. "I don't want to do this-"
"Shhh.... It's okay, my little turtle dove," said Buttercup, poking her tummy and looking over her dress. "I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Now, could you open your legs a little for me?" Hesitating, and with a bit of help from Buttercup, Diamond did as she was told. "That's my pretty girl!"
Buttercup's head disappeared between her legs.
"Please...," Diamond weakly cried.
She felt Buttercup's tongue against her tights, her legs stiffening.
There was no more talking for a few minutes. Buttercup was doing this to stimulate Diamond... and relax her a bit more, though she was also checking something. A little stimulation with the right amount of Ironhoof's sedatives in the system for mares usually lead to... a teensy loss of bladder control. Buttercup licked aggressively, sucking on Diamond's bit as it popped out. The younger mare's anxious facial expression soon melted to a grin. It felt good, that was undeniable, and that was all she could focus on. She giggled, she wriggled... but it didn't take long for the older mare to taste urine. This meant Buttercup had her right where she wanted her. She gave her this last bit of enjoyment. Diamond rode it out with a smile on her face, winking the whole way there. Buttercup was glad to be there to lap up.
Left was just a mixture of fluids on Buttercup's lips. It felt good on Diamond's end, but even better on hers. She pulled her face out from under Diamond's dress and turned to see Ironhoof standing behind her, holding her satchel. She nodded as he set it aside.
"Honey, are you happy?" she asked a second time.
"Mmmm...." Diamond replied, with shut eyes.
Ziziiiiippp! the bag was open.
"That's good, sweetie."
Buttercup held up her legs, but when she let them go they flopped right back down.
"Woah." Buttercup glanced back at Ironhoof. "I think you gave her a little too much."
"She is a larger mare, Mistress... I had to give her more. It may have taken longer, but the effect is greater as you see."
"True." She turned back to Diamond, who's eyes were only slightly open. "Could you raise your legs a bit for me, Sweetie? I wanna see that cute bottom of yours."
Diamond did as she was told, stretching.
"Ironhoof, would you say a medium or large for my Honey here?"
"Hmmmm..." He picked up Diamond's panties and eyeballed the waistband, finding evidence the tag was removed. "I'd say, while you might be able to squeeze her into a medium, I'd recommend the size up."
"Drat. Think I've got a couple of those in here. They're so hard to find without ordering from the city, but... bigger rumps are cuter, wouldn't you say?"
"Large posteriors have always held your interest, as I recall..." he glanced down at Diamond Dream and grinned. "For longer-term, adult relationships, that is. But I'm happy so as long as you're happy."
"I am happy, Ironhoof. Thank you so much for insisting I go to that party!"
"Going out is always the best way to meet new ponies. You won't find them in here."
With her eyes closed and brains quickly devolving into cotton candy, all Diamond saw were vivid colors, feeling as though she was resting naked on a hill by a meadow with a warm breeze around her. Her thoughts were only of relaxation, not submission... sexual or otherwise. Not any more. She heard a noise where Buttercup was kneeling above her. Crinkle!
"Ah, found a couple!"
She opened her eyes and looked down, but couldn't see much past her skirt.
"Uh... what's that?"
"Shhh..." Buttercup tapped her leg. "Trust me, sweetie. Mommy's going to take good care of you. Now keep your legs parted and don't squirm."
"O... okay."
Diamond went back to shutting her eyes. Ironhoof appeared in the periphery of Buttercup's vision holding a syringe. Buttercup shook her head.
"It's fine. She can barely even lift her head. I like it better when they're awake. If we can help it, let's try not to damage this one."
"Understood."
Whatever this thing Buttercup had was, it was now being carefully placed under Diamond's backside. It felt soft, the outside crinkling like a plastic wrapper. There was this pop, seconds later she felt this light, almost dusting sensation along her inner thighs and mare bits. It had a tiny bit of weight to it, but it was over with pretty quickly. Drawing breath, she took in a familiar, soothing smell that just helped her relax even more.
"I always love that part," Buttercup said. "Too bad she's not more with it... they always look so surprised!"
Diamond felt Buttercup rubbing her tummy.
"Humiliated is the word."
"Now put your legs down but keep them open just a bit. Mommy needs to pull this thing real snug between your legs!"
Diamond did as she was told.
There was just enough space for Buttercup to work. Diamond remained still as Buttercup pulled the plastic between her legs and then reached for her side.
Tape
Suddenly she felt pressure between her legs... whatever this thing was, it was sticking to her like thick, plastic underwear.
Although she was half out of it and fading away, this didn't feel right. Her eyes opened again.
"Wait, are you...?"
Slowly, she lifted her head looked down... surprising Buttercup. The older mare froze as she just barely saw the front half of a white diaper peeking above her skirt.
"What're you doing to me?"
"This is just a game, sweetie," Buttercup said, taping up the diaper quickly. "Mommy likes undies, remember? A grown-up in diapers is just sooo cute!" She applied the final tape. "There... now let's get you out of that dress, okay?"
".... huh? Wha?"
Before Diamond could process what was going on -- not that she could process much of anything -- Buttercup was reaching for her dress and unbuttoning the top. She tried to object, but her forelegs felt like noodles... that and, for some crazy reason, making eye-contact with Buttercup she found strangely soothing. It didn't take long for the older mare to disappear as she had the dress pulled off her body.
Diamond's reason for wearing the dress soon became quite clear. Once outside of the garment both ponies saw she had long, thin scars running down her barrel, which looked like she'd been in an accident... not too uncommon for a pegasus to have a crash landing through a rose bush or something similar. This looked like it might've been nasty. None of this mattered, though. Not to Buttercup. She liked Diamond just the way she was.
"There." Buttercup looked her over. "My, you're a bit plumper than I thought... hope I've got a onsie big enough to fit you."
"Barely," commented Ironhoof.
Buttercup went through her satchel again.
Onsie?
"I'mm n-not a baby," mumbled Diamond.
"Oh, yes you are!" said Buttercup, looking over at Ironhoof. "Drat, I really don't want to stretch them out."
"Perhaps an old shirt for the time being? If I remember right, you two were about the same size once."
"Ironhoof!" Buttercup bit her lip. "She's fat!"
"And currently you are merely thick-set... Please do not misunderstand me. You are taller and carry it better. You are perfectly built."
"Well," Buttercup smiled, thinking. "Okay then... get one of my old shirts."
Ironhoof left for a few minutes. Buttercup got up and walked to the end of the couch, standing over Diamond.
"Are you having fun, Honey?"
"Mmmm... I-," the young mare struggled, weakly. "I- I want to go home."
"Shhh..." Buttercup put a hoof to Diamond's lips. "Mommy's she going to take good care of you. Soon, you'll be asleep and you won't have to worry about anything ever again when you wake up. Mommy promises!"
Diamond had enough sense to question what was going on, but even that was fading.
"Why'd you put a diaper on me?"
"Because you are so cute!" Buttercup reached down and crinkled the garment, looking it over. "I've never had a baby who's bottom fit the diaper as well as yours, Sweetie. It was made for it."
Diamond just stared up at Buttercup, tears in her eyes, her speech slurred:
"This... not fun."
"Oh, it's super fun!" Buttercup crinkled her diaper again. "You'll get used to them pretty quickly. It sometimes takes couple months to break a mare back into diapers, but it'll happen to you, too. Unpotty training is so much fun, especially when you try to hold it but you can't and I'm there to watch it happen, and besides, they look SOOO cute on you!"
Diamond continued to stare up, her eyes closing by themselves.
"Not going to...," she yawned, "fall asleep."
"Shhh... relax. Soon you'll be off, drifting to dreamland."
"No, I won't... you can't-"
Everything turned gray as it gradually came to a rest for Diamond. Buttercup smiled above her. This was the last thing she saw, for a time unknown to her.
* * *
Diamond was snoozing on the couch as Ironhoof brought Buttercup an old, gray shirt.
"See? You didn't need to give her a shot... I knew she couldn't fight."
"You sure she needs a shirt then?" Ironhoof asked, watching Buttercup wrestle the shirt over her head.
"It can get awfully cold down there when the power goes out," she said. "I want my Honey warm and happy."
"She'll never be happy. You will, though."
"Oh, she will, eventually..." Buttercup made eye-contact with her butler, her eyes cold. "Just don't give her too much and maybe we'll be able to keep this one." She reached down and patted Diamond's thickly padded bottom. "She is such a fine little filly with a cute behind! Ironhoof?"
"Yes?"
"Before you put this one in a table, can you get me a big cup of hot liquid? Almost warm enough to burn, but not quite."
"As you wish... may I ask what you would like to do with it?"
Buttercup looked over at the sleeping mare on her big, comfy couch.
"There's something I always wanted to try... might as well test it out on Honey here. Hopefully it won't take too long."
"Very well."
* * *
Buttercup sat next to the unconscious mare as Ironhoof brought her a cup of steaming water.
"Is this warm enough?"
She stuck her hoof in it. It was almost unbearable, but not too hot, and just wide enough to fit a hoof inside.
"Perfect!"
Buttercup set the cup on the floor and leaned over, taking Diamond by the foreleg. She stuck Diamond's hoof in the water and watched her face... glancing over at the crotch of her diaper. Nothing happened. Her smile began to fade a bit.
"That's just an old mare's tale," Ironhoof said. "I've no evidence it works. It would be in our best interest to put her in a table soon. I need to calibrate it for her size and weight. This is going to take some time."
"Oh, she'll be out for hours..." Buttercup scoffed. "Just give it another couple minutes."
"As you wish."
Buttercup sat on the coffee table watching "Honey's" face for a while. It remained motionless. She was fast asleep... unconscious. She was just about to get up when she saw, of all things, tension in Diamond's face.
"Look, look," she said, pointing at Diamond's face.
Ironhoof came in close and watched with his Mistress. She put an arm around him and he did the same.
"It she dreaming?"
It looked as though Diamond was met with some type of decision that made her uncomfortable. Her face was screwed up... almost urgent.
"They don't typically dream," the butler said. "Not when they're drugged."
"Then what is it?"
"Keep watching. Encourage her."
"Honey, honey..." whispered Buttercup. "It's okay! Just let go. You're safe here."
"Good try, but not like that. Like this..." He got in close. "Sssssssss..." Ironhoof got in Dimond's ear, watching the sides of her face twitch. She moaned quietly. "Now you do it, loud, clear... and by her ear. Try to imitate the sound of water... a stream, perhaps?"
Buttercup got close to her ear.
"Ssssssss...." she hissed quietly. "SsssssSSSSSsssss...."
Sure enough, Diamond's awkward facial expression turned into a nearly euphoric grin. Buttercup shifted her eyes towards Diamond's crotch as all the tea in the young mare's bladder released and flooded her diaper. The trick really did work.
"Good girl!" Buttercup rubbed Diamond's shoulders. "Let it all go, Sweetie... feels so nice, doesn't it?"
When Diamond Dream came to she had no memory of having her brains turned to mush or being diapered. She was upright... first thing to come back was her sense of orientation, followed by smell and sound. She knew something wasn't right. Where ever she was, she was upright in a small room, and the room smelled like foal powder... little did she know, so did her bottom.
Looking at the shackles tightly brinding her forelegs and ankles, it took her eyes a moment to adjust. They were strong, she could see that. Mares stronger than her had tried to break them with no such luck. She felt also tightly bound along the back and across the chest, firmly against her skin like the bandages she remembered from foalhood after falling out the window. This wasn't the best time to focus on the past, however... more pressing matters were all around her.
"What's going on?"
She looked down, to find herself in a grey tee-shirt and a... disposable diaper? She twisted her torso, hoping to get a better look, but her frame was encumbered by the table designed for a much slimmer mare. She could scarcely move, even for a mare in her state, but she could tell the diaper was clammy, swollen, and squishy. Then it dawned on her, while she was out she must've peed in them. She didn't even remember going out, but that was the only logical reason she could come up with ending up here.
She took in some air.
"Help!" she cried, not knowing what else to call out. "Some pony get me out of here, please!"
Even at her age, with her inexperience and naïveté, she knew shouting would probably do no good, but still she tried.
"HELP!"
Sure enough, she heard a sound behind her, as if a pony was quickly descending a set of stairs. The pony came right up to her and she was quickly spun around. It almost made her shriek.
Standing there was Buttercup. Her smile broad, perky... her eyes wide and loving.
"Hi Honey!" the older mare exclaimed, giving Diamond a hug. "How are you?"
"Ugh..." Diamond's head throbbed. "What's going on?"
"Oh, you're so silly!" The older mare waved. "You're my foal, and I'm here to take care of you."
"Buttercup." Diamond shook her head and took a breath. "W-what're you talking about?"
Buttercup didn't bother answering. Her hoof went right to Diamond's crotch and squished her diaper.
"Oh, my... you're really wet! Must've done that during nap time. No wonder you look so sad. You need a diaper change!"
Diamond didn't need to process what was going on to know she needed to get away right now.
"What!? Let me go!"
"Oh, silly..." Buttercup rolled her eyes, pulling a lever at the side of the table. Soon enough Diamond found herself laying supine. "Don't worry! This won't take long. Not long at all."
"Stop it!"
Diamond looked up to see Buttercup already had a very large disposable diaper in her hooves and was beginning to unfold it. Taking in air, the next few words that came out of her mouth came directly from the heart:
"BUCK YOU, Buttercup!"
The older mare's smile quickly faded. Not pony had ever cursed at her. To her, yes, about their situation, of course, but never at her. She paused for a moment, unsure of what to do.
"Well," she finally said. "If that's the way you feel, Honey... guess I'll just have leave you in that wet diaper for a little while longer... 'til it's dripping and full of horse apples!" She folded the clean diaper back up. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Diamond didn't answer. She stared into the walls... pastel, calming pink. She didn't feel calm.
Buttercup set the garment back down, stood tall and turned away... making sure her "Honey" could see her trotting off.
"Wait!" Diamond shouted. "Let me down!"
The older mare didn't stop or glance back... instead she began ascending the stairs and, once she got to the top, reached out the door and clicked the light off. Except for the light coming from the top steps, Diamond was in complete darkness.
"Hey, don't leave me here!"
The door slammed shut... for a bit. In a few hours at most Buttercup wagered Diamond would be singing a different tune.
Though she was actually a little mad, Buttercup felt strangely satisfied as she shut the door. This would be a fun mare to have... plump, young and cute. In a few months things would get easier. It always got easier -- feedings got easier, changings got easier, but then they stopped moving or died. Ironhoof always had inadvertently saw to that if they fought too much. To keep them calm he would poisoned them with his sedatives, a side effect. He had to, otherwise there would just be yelling, crying, and constant struggling always. Buttercup didn't want that for this one. She was too cute.
Buttercup came upstairs and turned to close the door behind herself. Ironhoof could hear their latest victim's crying, even from there, up to when the door was shut. Then... silence. The butler noticed Buttercup wasn't smiling as he expected, and up much earlier.
"What's wrong?"
Buttercup bit her lip. This wasn't the first time to have something bad happen, but it was the first for her to be unhappy in this way. She spoke from the heart.
"Honey is being difficult," Buttercup replied, with a smirk. "She said bad words, at me... I've got a mean baby in my cellar, Ironhoof."
The butler's eyes went wide.
"I see."
"I know I like to see them first, but... could you please talk to her? Help her understand swearing at Mommy is not okay. You know I don't have the stomach to do much more spank, especially with a cute bottom like hers, but I think this calls for a bit more."
"In my mind, Buttercup," Ironhood began, "I've already got a few ideas to help with this, but... are you sure you're okay with me disciplining her?"
"Will it involve giving her more scars or bruises? Pretty please don't hurt her, she's much too nice-looking. Well, no broken bones at least... you know I don't like that."
"At worst a minor bruise or two, but I don't think it's going to need to go that far."
"Please inspire more feelings in her than pain. I want her crying for mommy, wetting herself... well, wetting herself again. I want to be there for her... eventually."
"I've something in mind that might do both, stemming from humiliation, and afterwards, for all this trouble... ,aybe you can have her docile once we're done?"
"Well," Buttercup bit her forehoof. "I trust you. Go show her who's boss. For me. No injections, though... not yet anyway."
"As you wish." He turned away, headed off for the hall, where not far off was a door with his instruments shut tightly behind it. "Strange you can tolerate cleaning them up, but you cannot deal with a tiny bit of blood, save what comes out of their personal area."
"I'm motherly. I make no excuses for it. I do love the look on their faces the first time they let go, though, and I wipe them clean. You know that."
"Indeed. Now you've Inspire me."
* * *
For a brief moment the door opened, but not very wide. The young mare could almost see. Then it closed again, and silence... save an occasional crinkle and her own whimpering.
"Who- ... who's there?" she asked, knowing what her answer might be.
As half-expected, her response was only silence. A long while of silence. Then she heard something. Soft... powerful. The exhale from a stallion.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Dream..." the voice said, sounding as though it was all around her. "Hanging high, I see?"
The voice was familiar... but groggy and in the darkness she wasn't sure she hadn't just thought it.
"Mr. Ironhoof...? Is that you?" Silence, yet again. "Can you let me out of here-"
There was sharp click and suddenly Diamond felt her entire body flip forward. The young mare screeched, preparing in her mind to hit the floor, which she was sure was concrete (in actuality it was padded with pink plush). She stopped, feeling her weight pull on her body as it normally did not, stretching on her hind legs almost painfully... as though she was moments from being let go and cracking her head open on the floor. She whimpered, as there wasn't much more she could do. She felt the heavy, clammy sensation of the wet diaper slumping down on her crotch.
"I have you upside down," the voice said in her ear. "You must be punished, Diamond, for insulting my mistress. She's here to love and care for you, always and forever, and you've repaid her with vulgarity. Believe me, this will not be tolerated."
Without thinking, and just the dull ache in her head to back her up, Diamond Dream spoke from the heart:
"I'm sorry! Please just let me go... I can't see and I don't know why this is-"
Click.
She felt a tug on her shirt as something was tacked on near the left sleeve.
"I can see you, I have my ways. That's all you need to know. Now open your mouth." Diamond kept her lips shut tight as she felt something rubbery being shoved in her face. It clicked on the end as she fought, twisting her head from side to side. "I said open... this will not harm you, but it will be the only comfort you get as I carry out a common, yet somewhat archaic, procedure on you. You shall be physically the same by the end. Nothing missing, except maybe the last few remnants of your pride. This must be carried out. Now open your mouth!"
Upside down, with her lips closed, Diamond continued to resist as she felt the round bulb pressed firmly against her lips. It was ovular enough in shape, and it almost slipped through the crack of her teeth, but she kept her mouth shut too tightly.
"If this is what you want..."
Before she could react, she felt the bulb being retracted and then a moment of silence. Peace. This was cut short, however, when she felt a tremendous impact against her ribs, collapsing her barrel, leaving her with a searing pain in her gut. With it Ironhoof exhaled, though she could hardly hear anything over the pain and her own gasping. Her mouth, naturally, opened, tears streaming from her upside down face as the bulb was slipped inside where it nestled perfectly, as if it were meant to be there.
"Suck," the butler commanded, as the object was held in place. "Just suck... that's all. Nothing more."
Diamond groaned in pain, but did as she was told, exhaling through her nose.
"My mistress really doesn't want me hurting you," his voice whispered. "But if you refuse to follow even simple instructions you will be dealt with. I don't want to hurt you, but I also do not care. Do as we tell you, and I will never, ever strike you again. I will treat you with kindness, as will my mistress. You've got my word."
Diamond simply hung upside down, in tears, sucking on this mysterious rubbery object.
"You have got an adult pacifier in your mouth," the butler continued to whisper, releasing the pressure on her face. "You will find comfort in it, if not now, then eventually... and it will stay in place while I'm here. Please nod to show me you understand what I'm saying."
"Mm-hmmm." Diamond nodded.
"Now," his voice sounded louder as something clicked near Diamond's head. "Normally Buttercup sees our foal first... but you require a bit of extra attention. You are her foal, you are her property, for good. She chooses not to have much, but she takes great care of what's hers." More clicking noises filled the air as Ironhoof stood up, attaching something to the foot of the table. "You will eat what she provides for you, and find enjoyment in it. You will soil those garments we have you in and she will clean you. It will become easier as time goes on, trust me. Eventually you will suckle from her bosom every day, and she will play with you intently. You will not try to escape." His lips against her ear, he continued to whisper, "I've broken a mare's leg before, without tools... and it's easier than you think. And your wings are only bound so because Buttercup does not want me amputating them. I would, if she asked, even if she asked you be awake to feel it."
She could not think for long as suddenly she felt a tugging at her back, two hooves reaching for her tail. She tried to flatter her bottom against the table, but with a simple push against her thighs Ironhoof made that impossible.
"Hold still, or you know what's coming your way."
Reluctantly, and holding back every ounce of panic she could, Diamond did as she was told... continuing to suck in the pacifier as he had instructed.
"You're being very good for me. Younger mares tend to break more easily." She felt hard plastic being slipped past her bottom, guided towards a very personal place. Quickly she realized it was a tube.
She began to kick slightly, though it did little good. She'd heard of what she was about to get done to her, but no hospital in all of Equestria liked doing it anymore because dependency could result.
With the pacifier in her mouth, she cried "No..." though by that point Ironhoof was already guiding the rigid plastic end towards it's intended target. Despite her clenching and attempts to cover herself with her tail, it slipped right inside with just a small amount of pressure and a good amount of discomfort... bordering on pain.
"It's in." She could almost hear the butler smirk as he exhaled. She then head a pop and smelled a familiar, astringent smell -- soap. "This won't take long. Afterwards you will be flipped upright. Consider that your reward. You must be left to think about what you've done, wallowing in your own wastes. I know you're soaked as it is."
The pacifier fell, consequences or not, Diamond Dream would say what was on her mind.
"Please! I'm really sorry! I don't want this!" She kicked. "I don't want an enem-"
She was silenced as Ironhoof had put the rubbery bulb back in her mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. "Or else you know what will happen to you." She did as she was told, whimpering softly. "There." He stood up and she felt him fiddling with something heavy at the foot of the restraints. "If I have to crouch again to put that back where it belongs, there will be trouble." Diamond simply cried in response. "I can count down for you... would you like that?"
There was only one thing she could say:
"Mmm-hm."
"Never say I wasn't generous... you will feel it after one. Five... four... three..." Diamond moaned and groaned in dread as the Butler counted on and tears streamed by her forehead. "two... one."
There was a moment of silence. Other than being upside down with achy insides and having a tube in her rump, Diamond felt surprisingly numb. She anticipated the unpleasant sensation, though it was taking longer than expected.
"There."
It came all at once -- her insides flooding with cold, soapy water. It went deeper than she thought it ever could in the brief time she'd been dreading this experience. It kept going, causing her to shiver, aided by, she could only guess, gravity.
"In minutes this will be over. Maybe you'll have company soon, or maybe you'll be left for hours... if you're good to the Mistress, we will make a routine for you. You won't have to think, just be... now that doesn't sound so terrible, does it?" Ironhoof looked down to see Diamond Dream wincing in pain and humiliation with her face scrunched up. He smiled, glancing at the bag and giving it a good squeeze. "Seconds left... almost a full minute to go."
In response all Diamond did was cry, silently, feeling the cold sting deep inside her body. Ironhoof knew from the start that the soap was a bit too concentrated, but the idea wasn't just to create desperation.
"There." With a single slip she felt the tube taken away and her diaper being pull back into place. "Try to relax..." A click filled the air and, slowly, Diamond felt herself being turned up right, where the intense pressure in her gut became even worse. "When the mistress sees you next, if the pacifier is not in place, I will be seeing down here again... just us."
All Ironhoof saw before him was the crying, young mare in bondage, a large pacifier in her mouth. That's all he wanted to see. She didn't have to make a sound for him to know he had made the difference his mistress wanted. With a click he removed what he'd set up and without another sound he left her there
She saw a faint ray of light as the door opened and shut again... leaving her in the dark with her swollen, bruised gut, and thoughts about her situation which made no sense.
Ironhoof came up and shut the door. To anypony else but Buttercup, his face would have been unreadable. She knew... she smiled seeing him as he turned to her.
"All of your wishes are granted, Mistress. She's downstairs exactly as you wanted. Visit her as you like, but if you want to see her face as she succumbs to what I've done I suggest heading down soon."
Buttercup raised an eyebrow.
"What did you do to her?"
Ironhoof smirked.
"One bruise to pacify her, and this..."
He held up a red bag Buttercup generally used only as a hotwater bottle during the winter. She knew what that meant, and couldn't help smirking herself.
"Oh, Ironhoof, you're too good to me... but never too good for me. This is perfect."
She heard him exhale, seeing a glint of teeth as he smiled.
"I am happy, as you are happy."
"I think..." Buttercup thought aloud. "I need to get a few things together... I want this to be special. Do you think she'll be able to hold it for a few minutes down there?"
"I am not sure. Do hurry, though, if she hasn't given up already I will help her hold on."
Buttercup cocked her head as Ironhoof turned around.
"How are you going to do tha-" Click! He turned on the light switch from outside the cellar, beaming light into the nursery. "Oh." Buttercup blushed. "Should have been an easy guess on my part."
"She will be less frightened if she can see... not that she will be able to discern much from her surroundings right now. However, they will become familiar over time."
"They always do."
Buttercup smiled, walking up to her butler.
"Thank you, Ironhoof." She gave him a gentle hug." This means a lot to me... she's the youngest I've had yet, but also the prettiest."
"Just have fun," the butler responded, as she pulled back. "Please tell me if the pacifier is not in her mouth when you find her. It's the bow on your present. And do hurry if you wish to see the show we just talked about."
Buttercup's eyes went wide.
"I will!" She turned around, ready to run to her own plans. "I will!"
Ironhoof smiled, relaxing a bit inside as she ran off. He knew he had done right, on his own... for her. This was too perfect.
* * *
Diamond sat in darkness, churning pain in her gut, though only for a short while. The lights came on and the entire room was illuminated in pink again. Holding in the pacifier for (as far as she could discern) dear life, she was able to see the room was fully pastel as she remembered. A soothing pastel, she observed as she sucked on the rubbery bulb without realizing it... though the sensation in her gut made her hardly able to appreciate any of this. She was more in the mood to double over, clutching her stomach, if she could... but seeing as she was bound tightly in some oddly-shaped table, her mobility was limited. So she remained still, sniffling and groaning, the feeling and gurgles of her insides mounting and mounting as time pressed on.
Soon enough she heard a sound. It was the door closing, little did she know it had opened quietly... and down came bounding a rather heavy older mare with the energy of a teenager. In seconds Buttercup stood face to face with her new captive, less than three meters away, and froze... a grin stretched the folds of her mildly wrinkled cheeks.
"Oh... that is too cute!" She padded forward, and Diamond noticed what appeared to be a hip pack. "Oh, Honey... you look like you might have a tummy ache!" She giggled, as she stood a step from the diaper bound young mare. "You're belly is so big, but you're too little to be pregnant. You're just a foal!"
Tears fell from Diamond Dream's eyes as she looked on... her pupils dilated with fear, not drugs. Not yet.
Buttercup had one question:
"Are you scared?"
The young mare nodded.
"Mmm-hmmm."
"Don't be!" The older mare beeped her nose, reaching for the pacifier and pulling it out. "Tell Mommy... what's got you so scared?"
There was no way she could think to answer that question, so she did her best to respond:
"I WANT TO GO HOME!"
Buttercup smiled cruelly.
"You are home, Sweetie," she replied, soothingly. "This is where you live. I don't know anywhere else you would!"
Her belly quaked and jostled, and words just left her mouth without thought... coming out weakly, but loud enough:
"I really have to go to the bathroom."
"You already did, Honey," Buttercup said, squeezing the mare's crinkly, swollen crotch. "You're too little for potty-training yet. See?"
She looked up, directly into her captor's eyes. "Please..."
Buttercup responded by beeping her nose and picking the pacifier up. "Open."
Diamond did as she was told and Buttercup beamed a smile directly into eyes her as she placed the rubbery bulb back in where it belonged and lips sealed over it.
"What to do, what to do...," the older mare thought aloud, reaching out with a hoof for Diamond's stomach. She put just a bit of pressure on her gut. "I think, Honey, maybe you might need a little help getting started. It'll make you feel better. Promise!"
Diamond shook her head, making audible objections beneath the pacifier. "No..."
"No, you're right... that's too predictable. Mommy doesn't want to be predictable... it's boring." She smiled at her new daughter. "Besides, you have to earn that, Sweetie. You're not going to swear at Mommy again, are you?"
Diamond shook her head, making the same sounds beneath her pacifier she had moments before, this time meaning compliance.
"Good!" Buttercup moved around the table, where she couldn't be seen, and stood for a moment. "Let's get you more comfortable, shall we?" With a loud click a lever was pulled and suddenly Buttercup's new Honey was tilted back, staring at the ceiling. If the shift had come much quicker the problem of her aching bowels would have solved it self right then and there. "There!" Another click and suddenly Diamond could move her hooves, though only her bottom ones, and only a bit. "Comfy?"
As Buttercup moved around the table again, all her "Honey" could do was look over at her, and attempt to free herself... shifting her weight back and forth, the pacifier falling from her mouth yonce again as she tried to wiggle her bottom hooves out of the restraints. Seeing this Buttercup giggled.
"Lemme go!" Diamond yelled, as the pacifier was placed back in her mouth and Buttercup held it in place.
"Shhh, shhh, shh... sweetie," Diamond looked up as Buttercup smiled at her. "You can squirm, wriggle and cry all you like, but it won't do you a bit of good. If anything, Mommy just thinks it's cute. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?"
Buttercup released her hold on the pacifier, and it immediately fell, causing her to frown.
"Okay, Honey... we don't need to do that right now." She backed up, facing the front of the table, slowly leaning over it. Attempts to kick Buttercup in the head were met by her smile and the chain being just too short. "Do you remember that fun game we played last time you had an upset tummy, and how it made you feel all better when we were done?"
Diamond swallowed, instantly regretting not keeping the pacifier in her mouth. She shook her head. "No..."
"Well, I could just tickle you, sweetie... that'll make you feel better." She touched the tip of Diamond's hoof, then grabbed hold, bending down to lick it. "Tickling always makes you laugh. But I wanna be gentle with you, because you look so sick and sad." Buttercup leaned fully on the table, taking both of Diamond's hooves in her grasp. "I know what I'll do!"
With Diamond's hooves in her grasp, what Buttercup did was simple... she pushed one hoof in towards her captive's body, while pulling the other away, towards herself. Back and forth this went, almost like like Diamond Dream was running. The young mare felt immediate discomfort with this activity, shifting deep within her guts... she tried to keep her hooves still and fight Buttercup, but in doing so the pain just grew quicker and felt all that much more urgent. She could not object physically, the shifting ache in her gut simply mounted and mounded with each pump of her legs... knees staring to come almost into her barrel.
"STOP IT!"
Buttercup smiled.
"Relax, Honey! It's okay. Mommy will get you feeling all better..."
"Please!"
"Shhh.... it'll soon be over. I know it hurts now, but trust Mommy. Okay?"
All Diamond did was look up into Buttercup's smiling eyes, tears streaming down her own. It hurt so much. Her stomach gurgled loudly and she groaned, then... the motions sped up.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes...," Buttercup, said, smiling down at her captive. "Yes, Honey, relax. Let go!"
There was another gurgle, and rather than speeding up, Buttercup slowed down... pushing Diamond's knees harder into her stomach and pulling her legs out with more force. Then she sped up again, alternating... at a frequency Diamond could not anticipate. Nopony could, except for Buttercup.
Suddenly there was one more gurgle, this one had an external, guttural quality to it. Diamond's eyes instantly went wide, her pupils shrinking and her mouth forming a small O as a combination of lukewarm soapy water and diarrhea flooded her diaper. Much like a water balloon with a pinprick that tore, once it started it came out it all came at once. She lay there, on her back, eyes wide in horror, letting go finally just as Buttercup had wanted. It could be heard by both ponies quite clearly.
"Good girl!"
The two looked at each other, Buttercup's eyes slowly drifting down towards her new "Honey's" diaper.
"Don't you feel better?"
Diamond just looked away, towards the pink wall and wept, as Buttercup made her way around. The older mare opened what sounded like a drawer on the side... Diamond knew what she was getting, especially after she heard the sound of crinkling plastic that followed.
"Mommy's going to make it all better... this won't take long." Buttercup walked around the table, staring down at the younger mare in her captivity. She set all the supplies on the table. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
Diamond found herself nodding.
"Uh-huh."
"I'm so glad!" The older mare moved to Diamond's left side. "You promise?"
"Mm-hmm."
" Good!" She reached down and clicking was heard and soon Diamond was looking at the pacifier again. "Open, pretty please." Diamond did as she was told and felt the round, rubbery bulb being placed in her mouth. "You are just so cute when it goes in! Did you know that?"
Moving back to the front of the table, Diamond checked to see what Buttercup had. Aside from procuring a new, very large white diaper with blue strip down the middle, she also had a pink container of what appeared to be foal powder, and what looked like a container of wipes. The young mare cried quietly as she felt Buttercup reaching for her hips.
Scritch! ... Scritch!
Two tapes were undone. Diamond's silent crying turned into gentle, audible weeping... not too dissimilar to that of a tired foal. Buttercup's response was to gently rub her stomach in small circles. She did it with a feather touch, soothing.
Diamond continued to cry, careening her neck towards Buttercup's gaze, hoping to see something to plead with... what she saw was a faint smile and eyes down. Buttercup was too focused on her diaper, which she was in the process of being opened up. Her face did not change in expression, save a slight smile, and her voice sounded quite satisfied once the diaper fell open:
"My, you really had to go!" Buttercup smiled wide, grabbing the wipes and giving a gentle pat-pat to her new captive's tummy. "Oh, Honey... Mommy's going to take good care of you, you don't have to be upset!"
Upon hearing a wipe pulled from its container Diamond looked upwards, to the ceiling. She felt the cold, damp material, first against her inner thighs, then her personal bits, wiping downwards. At least Buttercup's touch was gentle. She tried to tune out what the older mare was doing to her, quietly sucking on the pacifier... focusing on some striations of the light through her teary eyes. Buttercup had no problem, however, giving her more personal areas a deep, more through clean... and it seemed to tickle slightly, causing the mare in bondage to scrunch up her face and wriggle in her restraints. This caused Buttercup to giggle in response.
"It's okay, Honey... I know it feels funny but I have to get you clean!"
She continued to stare upward as Buttercup wiped. Eventually Buttercup began manipulating her back end, folding over the diaper, looking around her rump... presumably to make sure she was clean.
"Bottom up!" she said. "And keep it up!"
Diamond reluctantly did as she was told, trying not to think about it.
Soon enough the diaper was away and Buttercup was balling it up, pulling it out of view. She then opened up the new diaper. Opened wide it looked almost big enough to be a blanket. Buttercup quickly stuck it under Diamond's bottom and, rather than telling her to lower her rump, she put just a smidge pressure on her hips and the captive complied.
Then out came foal powder. Without a word, just a few shakes, Buttercup sprinkled a liberal amount inside Diamond's diaper, dusting her personal bits quite thoroughly.
"Almost done..."
The power was set down near the table, and Buttercup leaned over, pulling the diaper snug between her new foal's legs. Diamond wept even louder as Buttercup smoothed it out against her hips and began to tape it up, bottom tapes first. Despite her haze, Diamond was yet again able to count all four tapes.
"There, there..." *SCCRRITCH-TAPE!* "You're all clean now!" *SCCRITCH! TAPE!* That wasn't so bad, was it?" SCRITCH! ... TAPE! "Such a pretty baby! Oh yes, yes, yes..." SCRITCH! TAPE. "Aaannd... there! All done."
Buttercup smiled down at her as Diamond looked up, the older mare still difficult to see in the blurry haze. The new baby sniffled, and Buttercup responded by reaching down and tenderly wiping her nose with a hoof.
"I know it's a lot Honey, I really do! There's so much you want to do but you're just too little to do any of it yet. It must be so frustrating!" Buttercup turned away, beginning to grab things and move them back towards where she got them from on the other side of Diamond. "But you've got me and I've got you!" She moved back in front of the table. "I won't ever judge you, and I'm always gunna keep you safe... Mommy's got you. You have to trust me, Sweetie. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you, ever again. Promise."
Tears welled up in Diamond's eyes yet again as Buttercup beeped her nose, reaching down and grabbing the balled up dirty diaper by her side.
"Oh wow!" She showed the thing to Diamond, roughly the size of a large purse; yellow, white and brown. "It's so heavy and big! I must be feeding you really well, huh?" ZZZIIIPPP! From her stomach -- presumably a hip pack, Diamond could barely see -- out came a plastic bag. Along with it something heavy fell on the floor. "Drat." Buttercup picked it up, looking at it, then setting it down on the floor. "Doesn't appear broken... I think I should have Ironhoof just get plastic but I've read it's bad." She looked again at the diaper and smiled. "Into the trash this goes tonight, but not you... you're too special."
As she proceeded to bag up the dirty diaper, the pacifier fell. Diamond spoke:
"N- now that I've d-done what you wanted, Mommy... a-are you gunna let me go?"
Upon tying up the bag, Buttercup smiled.
"You've nowhere to go, silly, but here, and besides... I've got a surprise for you."
"Please... no more..."
"Sshhhh.... Shhh..."
There was a moment of silence where Diamond shut her eyes. She heard things being moved around in the dark and then Buttercup drawing near. At least with her eyes closed Diamond didn't have to see what was coming for her next... not that it would make a difference, it would just make it less scary. She was given a moment of peace, at least... and it lasted a few moments longer than expected.
* * *
"Open up, Honey!" Diamond heard Buttercup say in the darkness. She sat there, unmoving. "I said open."
Diamond opened up her eyes and looked at what was in front of her. A few inches from her mouth, Buttercup held a clear glass foal's bottle. The nipple faced towards her, a single drop of almost golden liquid preparing to fall on her chin. She looked up at Buttercup, then down at the bottle, then back up... her lip quivering. Buttercup's blue eyes remained unblinking, fixed on hers.
"It's good stuff! I made it special, just for you. This'll be the last thing you have to worry about tonight. Now open up and suckle-suckle!"
Diamond's lips barely opened.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I promise!"
Diamond parted her lips barely an inch, looking up at Buttercup. Slowly and very gently Buttercup slipped the nipple inside her mouth, where, just as with the pacifier, Diamond wrapped her lips around the rubbery bulb.
"Suckle Honey!" Buttercup nodded. "It's good and good for you!"
Already able to taste something resembling warm milk on the bulb, Diamond did as she was told, sucking in and feeling a stream of thick, warm liquid escape the tip, filling her mouth. The taste resembled that of milk, but also honey, with a hint of clover. It was warm, but not lukewarm, and only slightly thick. She swallowed hard and repeated, continuing to look up at Buttercup, who reached down with her other hoof, gently stroking Diamond's mane. After just a few sucks the tip of the nipple was resting in a natural place towards the roof of her mouth and Buttercup came in even closer.
"Do you like it?"
"Ummm..."
"Is that a yes?"
Diamond nodded. "Uh... Uh-huh."
"Mommy's so happy." Diamond closed her eyes as Buttercup came in close. She felt the older mare kiss her forehead and winched. "Drink all you want, sweetie... Mommy can easily give you more."
Diamond continued to suck in and swallow. She did this for what felt like forever but was perhaps a minute and a half at best, and she finally felt herself beginning to suck in air.
"Oh my..." Buttercup retracted the tip. "All gone? All ready? What happened to all the crying, complaining, and carrying on that you were doing not even eight minutes ago?"
Diamond swallowed the remaining milk in her mouth.
"I was good."
"Yes, you were,! You really liked Mommy's milk, huh, Sweetie?"
"I guess."
"Good!" Buttercup set the bottle down on the table, unzipping her hippack and shifting a few things around inside it. "Because Mommy needed to pump it out real quick just for you!"
Diamond suddenly felt ill... that is to say ill in a way different than she had been a few moments before. She belched, tasting again what she had just drank down.
"Pump... it.. out?" The young mare looked at Buttercup. "C-c... come again?"
"It's Mommy's milk, silly!" Buttercup said, with a smirk, she picked up the bottle, pointed at her breast, then stuck it inside the hip pack. "You're going to get it everyday. It's very, very good for you and I'll never run out!"
Diamond stared at Buttercup. From deep inside her guts churned, upset... a bit of that milk came up without much warning on her cheeks, chin, and shirt.
"Oh, you poor thing!" Buttercup reached down, and wiped her mouth with a hoof. "Looks like you drank that down a little too quickly, huh?"
Diamond looked at Buttercup as she finished wiping off her face. Buttercup looked back at Diamond. The young mare began to breath heavily, becoming quicker by the second. Tears started forming in her eyes.
"Oh, Honey..." Buttercup picked up the pacifier and stuck it right in Diamond's mouth, watching the tears fall. "Mommy's going to have to go back upstairs now. Just suckle on your binky and try to go to sleep. In the morning Mommy will bring you food and change your diaper, then maybe, if there's time... we can play. Would you like that?"
The only sound to escape Diamond was a soft Mmmmm beneath her pacifier as she shook.
"Good." Buttercup stroked her mane again, smiled at her, and gently beeped her nose, then with everything collected... turned around and began to walk away.
The pacifier fell.
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Buttercup turned around by the stairs, smiling.
"Oh, Honey... I have to go. Mommy has work to do, plus it's getting late. You don't like hearing this, Mommy knows, but you need sleep. If you're good tomorrow, she'll see what she can do about spending some more time with you!"
"No..."
"Sorry, sweetie..." Buttercup approached briskly, picking up the pacifier. "Open."
Diamond did as instructed and closed her lips around the rubbery bulb as soon as it was placed inside.
"Just be a good baby girl... let go and relax. You're safe here!" She beeped her nose yet again before turning around. "There are no monsters here. You don't have to worry about them, ever again."
Diamond could hardly see due to the tears, but did not let the pacifier fall this time as Buttercup made her way to the stairs.
"Rest now. For mommy... have good dreams." She started up the stairs. "Good night, Sweetie."
Leaving Diamond there, Buttercup's hoof steps got further and further way, until Diamond heard the door close. She continued to cry and softly weep under the pacifier, until the lights went out, and then she cried and wept in the dark for a time she could not quite be sure.
Curled up, floating... nice and warm. It was dark. There was nothing to worry about.
Suddenly Diamond was bathed in a pale light, mellow, yet piercing enough for her to screw up her face. She turned away toward her foreleg, which felt like it weighed a ton. It did little to block out the light. Gradually she opened her eyes, as she heard the recognizable din of bounding down the stairs.
Diamond was laying on her back, groggy... looking at her pink surroundings. Breathing in deep she took in the smell of foal powder. By the time Buttercup emerged at the bottom of the stairs things began coming back to her.
"Hi Honey!" Buttercup said, slowly approaching with a foreleg full of small containers. "How are you?" Diamond just watched in complete silence as she walked around the table and set whatever she had down. "Not speaking this morning? Well, that's okay!"
Turning the table so she was no longer speaking to Diamond's ear, the two were face-to-face yet again. Not wanting to make eye-contact, Diamond instead fixed her eyes upwards and could see a small window high above Buttercup. It showed the sun's rays. Whether it was morning or evening, Diamond couldn't exactly be sure, but it felt like either. First thing Buttercup did was reach down and touch the pacifier with one hoof, tugging on its elastic attachment to Diamond's shirt, all the while putting the other hoof to her captives crotch and giving a gentle squeeze. Crinkle! Diamond's eyes looked down, then up at Buttercup... instinctively making eye-contact, only to look away.
"You're dry!" the older mare exclaimed, examining the pacifier. "Good girl! Maybe we can try potty training in a few years, but not right now, okay?"
It was in that moment Diamond scanned her body and discovered that she did, in fact, have to pee as she did each time she woke up from a deep sleep... just not badly. Not yet, anyway...
Expecting the pacifier to be placed in her mouth, Diamond closed her eyes, but was surprised when, Buttercup instead stepped to the side to grab something. She opened her eyes to find Buttercup had a couple small jars and a small spoon, and was popping open one of the tops. Once it was open, she stuck the spoon inside, then turned back to her captive with a smile.
"Open up!"
By this point, Diamond knew not to argue, and complied without a word, eyes off to the side.
The spoon went in. Buttercup spoofed her captive with practiced dexterity. Every time she'd swallow it, a new spoonful would take its place, with Buttercup's expectant eyes fixated on her. She looked up only once, maybe twice if the first time counted, but she didn't look in her eyes. The food first tasted of oatmeal, and was gone fairly quickly, to be replaced by a jar of what tastes like barely, then bananas, apples, and finally pears. By the end, even from the tiny jars, Diamond actually felt slightly full, though she didn't exactly feel hungry to begin with. Buttercup cleaned her chin... reaching behind yet again to grab a very familiar object. The young captive mare took one look at it and had a definite reaction -- it was the bottle.
"No..." The mare turned her head to the side, not that it would do any good.
"Shhh... it's just formula. Promise. The quicker it's gone, the quicker we can play. I've time right now. You want out, don't you?"
Diamond looked up into Buttercup's eyes, clear and pure this time. The older mare looked back, a wrinkle of her smile underneath. Diamond nodded, complying... and in the nipple went.
Upon first suckle Diamond immediately knew this was not what she had been given the night before. It tasted like sweetened vanilla chalk. Her eyes went wide, the taste almost bad enough to gag, but like the day before she swallowed it quickly. She couldn't help instinctively trying to move her head away though, but it was stopped by the table.
With a mean smile and her other hoof, Buttercup stroked her mane while holding her head still. She two looked at each other.
"Suckle, suckle..." Buttercup commanded, softly. "I know it tastes icky, but it's still good for you! We don't always get what we want, but later on you can have mommy's milk if you like."
Swallowing, Diamond took in another mouthful and sucked it down as Buttercup adjusted the position of the nipple so it was, again, resting against the roof of her mouth. She gagged slightly, only to be comforted.
"There, there..." Buttercup said, slipping her hoof behind Diamond's head. "You've got a ways to go yet... same rhythm as last time, sweetie. You can do it." She leaned in close, kissing the rainbow-maned mare's forehead, whispering, "I'll let you out afterwards... promise."
Diamond, looking down at the bottle, then up at Buttercup, began to suck as she had before. Putrid-tasting as it was, she swallowed what came out each time it filled her mouth.
"Good girl."
Preferring not to look up into the mare's blue gaze, Diamond shut her eyes and did her best to tune out the taste... soon she'd be released, after all.
* * *
Finally the liquid stopped and Diamond could taste no more.
"Good girl!" Buttercup said, pulling away the nipple. "You drank that down a lot quicker than I expected. Must've been pretty good, huh?"
"N-no...," Diamond replied, softly.
"It's an acquired taste, or so I've been told." Setting down the bottle, Buttercup walked around the table and flicked a switch. Diamond found herself no longer on her back, but on an incline almost upright. "Feel better?"
The captive mare nodded as Buttercup made her way around the table again.
"Good! I'm going to let you down soon. Less than seven minutes to go."
"Really?"
"Of course!" Buttercup beeped her nose. "You can't be in there all the time. It's not healthy! We only just have to wait..."
Diamond cocked her head, as Buttercup came in closer, grabbing the pacifier by her side.
"For what?"
"Open up and I'll tell you." She did as she was told, but was surprised when Buttercup kept her hoof there, then kept another hoof by her head, again holding her still. "We still have to wait for this."
Diamond felt a sudden small tearing sensation on her upper left leg, almost like an insect bite. She tried to look over at what had touched her, but she couldn't see anything through her own foreleg. The pain left quickly, leaving a dull ache in its place.
"Done," said the deep voice of Ironhoof.
Out of the corner of her eye Diamond watched as Ironhoof made his way around the table, a syringe in his hoof he was just tucking into his saddle bag. She took a breath, a million thoughts racing through her mind at that moment, with a feeling of panic quickly overtaking all of them. She struggled, wriggling in the restraints, softly groaning, clacking and crinkling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she did stared into Buttercup's unblinking gaze, which appeared quite blurry. Buttercup continued to tightly her head and the pacifier.
"Shhh..." The older mare wiped one of the tears with the edge of her foreleg. "It was only medicine, Sweetie, something to keep you happy! It's not going to hurt you. Just relax and let yourself drift away. Mommy's got you."
"One will not hurt you," added Ironhoof. "The better you are for her, the less you'll need of it. Be good and you will only get it just once a week."
"Yes, yes, yes... soon you're going to come out of the playpen and you'll get a chance to roam!" Buttercup continued to hold the pacifier, but moved her foreleg to the front of Diamond's face, wiping her nose. "If you promise to be nice I'll take my hoof off your binky... then you can ask Mister Ironhoof anything you like!"
Looking past Buttercup at Ironhoof's figure leaning up against the wall, watching, Diamond nodded her head.
"Good girl," Buttercup said, slowly removing both her hooves.
The pacifier fell and Diamond craned her neck towards the butler.
"What did you give me!?"
Ironhoof pushed himself from the wall and approached.
"Had you been good last time I would have told you. You're being sedated, so you can roam freely in the nursery. There is not much to be said, except to say it's taking a bit longer than it usually does for us to start to see the effects of an injection, though you are considerably more ample than most of Buttercup's babies have been. It will overtake you soon."
"You'll be so cute!"
Maybe it was just in her mind, but Diamond noticed her forehooves beginning to feel lighter. With that the restraints did not feel as tight and she welcomed that. Taking a deep breath, there wasn't much more she could say, but she would try:
"I want to go home."
"But you are home!" Buttercup responded quietly.
"No!" She turned her head towards Buttercup again. "I mean, my home. Away from here! This isn't right!"
"You are not going anywhere," Ironhoof said, coldly. "I've made sure of that."
"No!" Diamond shook her head, noticing lips felt a bit numb, along with the right side of her face, traveling down her neck. "Please..."
"Soon I promise it won't matter to you where you are. You'll be happy and docile."
Buttercup's hoof found its way back to the side of Diamond's mane, stroking it slowly.
"It's okay... just relax."
"I jusss want out," she said, looking up and feeling bits of drool falling from the edge of her lips. "I promiss won't tell anypony. Reeally!"
The older mare glanced back at her butler, smiling.
"Oh, it's starting!" she exclaimed, smiling. "This is so adorable, Ironhoof."
"Like earlier seems to be hitting her harder than the others, too. It's possible I gave her too much this time, but once should be fine."
"Let mee go," Diamond said, noticing the colorful striations in the air as Buttercup moved to the side and Ironhoof moved around her. It felt as though she were watching them through a fan. "Pleeass... let me go."
Ironhoof stood as close as Buttercup was to her, together the two looked almost like husband and wife. The pink light seemed to gently swirl behind and around them as they looked at each other then back at her.
"Your fear is fading," the deeper voice echoed. "Breathe deeply, in and out... let yourself fall away. We've got you. I'll do everything in my power to help keep you safe. You make my mistress quite happy, it would be wrong of me to let you die or get hurt. You can trust us, and if you don't yet, you will."
She looked up at him, her head moving before she even completed the thought that she wanted it to.
"Mommy loves you, sweetie."
"Jussst... let me... go home...."
"Ssshhh..." Before Diamond knew it, through the pins and needles sensation around her mouth she felt the round, rubbery bulb of the pacifier being placed inside. "No more talking. Just suckle."
"Breathe. I promise this will be enjoyable for you, too. I designed this particular sedative to take a pony back, it will disarm you peacefully. You'll be helpless as a foal, but you are safe. Just breathe through your nose, and everything will be okay."
Slowly, Diamond did as she was told. Breathing in and out, and suckling on the pacifier, watching the lights swirl all around her and the eyes of the mistress and her servant meet with a predatory smile each time she seemed to space out for just a moment too long. Each time that happened, though, she felt herself drift a little bit further back.
Eventually Buttercup removed her hoof, though Diamond didn't even notice by that time. Her pupils were big and reflected back the smiling face of her new mommy mistress and her butler.
The restraints were always so easy to remove... especially for the pony not wearing them:
*CLICK!*
With a grin, Buttercup pressed a single button and Diamond was free from the table. It didn't make a difference to her though, with the sedatives flowing through her system: all she saw were dancing lights, and all she felt was warmth. She fell free.
First thing Ironhoof did was catch her on her way down. As she fell, not looking much different than a rag doll, he reached out and struggled not to drop her as she collided into his wiry frame. Despite the initial shock (and her weight) he gingerly set her down. Both ponies noticed, as expected, Diamond was barely able to keep balance.
"Adorable," Buttercup mouthed under her breath, watching Diamond quake trying to stand up. "Completely adorable," she repeated, turning to her butler.
"Glad you like her," Ironhoof replied, taking a step back, motioning towards the sedate new foal for his mistress. "Enjoy."
Buttercup clicked her tongue and her new foal turned, looking up with large pupils. Both smiled at each other. The older mare then approached petting Diamond's head first thing. Her neck moved like celery.
"Oh, Honey!" Buttercup gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I've wanted to do this with you for so long."
The two began to play...
It started with just watching her baby crawl, at first along the wall, helping her as she went... giving her diapered rump a few loving pat-pats as she approached the edge of the pink corner. After that, Buttercup turned Honey around and opened up her own forelegs for her baby to come crawling towards her. Diamond's front half showed a reasonable amount of coordination, given her state, while her back half demonstrated considerably less... dragging her hooves behind and pushing back against a floor it would be easy to summarize she couldn't quite feel.
"Come see Mommy!"
Buttercup would be content with just this, but Ironhoof knew it was time to slip away up stairs to enhance this. He came back with a ball, blanket, and a few blocks. The items were set in front of Diamond, and all she did was just sit on her diapered rump, staring at her new toys... with a hoof in mouth, and bit of syrupy drool falling from her lips.
Watching this for a moment, all the while grinning, Buttercup approached to show her baby how to play, since apparently she'd forgotten. First thing she grabbed was something they could play with together, and the mare's smile grew even larger as she noticed her new Honey seemed more interested in having the ball rolled to her than playing by herself... after all, each time that inevitably led her attention back to Mommy. What little of it she had left...
Diamond rolled the ball back to Mommy and a big smile grew on both their faces. Buttercup, of course, rolled it back, harder each time, which made Honey giggle louder and louder. Eventually the ball ended up far enough away that the new baby had to crawl a few paces just to get it. Even that little bit by herself looked to Buttercup to be so tricky, as it seemed not one of her hooves could regularly support her own weight. Buttercup had no problem waiting and watching, admiring the view as her foal focused so hard on getting the ball back:
"Oh, look at that cute, little bottom of yours!"
Diamond's bottom was, in fact, far from little, and she knew that, but in her current state... she couldn't help just giggling at the mellifluous, flowing nature of Buttercup's speech. She turned around, smiling again at her new Mommy, and her mommy continued to grin right back.
"Good girl!"
Eventually they did move on to playing with blocks, but Honey just watched for that. It was a silent demonstration, and that was perfect. Buttercup looked into her baby's pretty smiling magenta eyes with big pupils, and showed her what could be done... building the blocks up high. With one of the last blocks in her hoof, and a tall structure before her (above her own height), Buttercup got an idea:
"Sing for me as it goes up high, Sweetie!"
To that the diapered, drugged, Diamond Dream simply looked up at the stack. It seemed an example would be necessary.
"Laaa...." Buttercup attempted to sing out, look at her new daughter. The mare could carry a tune, close enough to on key, but knew her voice lacked any sort of punch for real singing. "Laaa..." she repeated, sustaining the note a bit longer.
"Laaa-laaa... laa..." Diamond Dream mimicked, her voice creating a tune around that note, just about as pretty as when Buttercup had first heard her the weekend before. "Laaa-laaa-laaa... la-la! Laa-laa-laa... la!"
"Good girl!"
Mommy and baby continued to play a bit more. This time Buttercup just touched the baby's hooves and watched her slow reaction, tickling her... it took more than a moment for hooves to instinctively push away. The mare ended up blowing a raspberry on her belly, and the response was only just to hug back with uncoordinated forelegs.
As their time together approached two hours Buttercup knew she did not have much longer to enjoy her new infant. With a nod to her butler he left momentarily... having forgotten something very important in his excitement. She then approached her new baby, looked down and beeped her nose. Honey responded with a giggle, to which Buttercup unfolded the blanket and sat down on the floor. The older mare then patted her thigh, and Honey's response was to crawl up and place her head onto Buttercup's right leg. Buttercup then, with one hoof, guided her baby's head gently towards her belly, while the other hoof held her breast out. Eventually young lips made contact with Buttercup's nipple and she didn't have to tell Honey to start suckling, it just happened. Warm milk quickly filled her maw and Buttercup, again, simply stroked her baby's mane, whispering in her ear:
"Good girl! Drink as much as you like."
Honey did just that, and the two enjoyed the moment.
When Ironhoof crept back down stairs, he saw this and smiled. He knew Buttercup was happy, she didn't have to tell him... so without a word he passed the book entitled Daring Do and The Sapphire Statue to his mistress. Honey looked up at the familiar book, resting her head on Buttercup's thigh again, disconnecting her mouth from the nipple. Buttercup's response was just to reach down, grab the pacifier and place in gently into the mouth of her new baby.
Clearing her throat, Buttercup opened the book began to read, slowly at first. She'd read the Daring Do books so many times to so many different foals the words on the pages were almost mere cues at this point. She knew it all heart, and, because of that, could just put her all into just voicing the characters. After all, taking on another's personality, even in just play, was always fun. She looked down at Honey, periodically stroking her mane, putting on her best accents for all of the characters from the lower half of Equestria. Seeing a smile underneath Honey's pacifier made it all worth while. It just wasn't the same without her there to read to... just exactly like this.
As the foal rested and Buttercup read, everypony in the house felt at peace. It took a few minutes of relaxing so contentedly, but soon even Honey found a warm, golden release... Buttercup heard it, softly hissing over her reading. She couldn't help looking down and smiling at her captive, taking in air to smell the fresh urine. She had won, afterall.
The chapter would soon be finished and, after that... to end it all Buttercup would simply lay back. While still light and fluffy Honey would be helped along, guided back down by her loving Mommy and Butler (if need be) to enjoy some pie. After all, Buttercup said she wanted Diamond to try new things. Looking at her cute face while enjoying herself, though, that was all Buttercup wanted. This would be bliss, but only Buttercup would remember it... that's exactly how she wanted it.
Of course Diamond Dream's debut as an infant Buttercup liked a little too much. Even with the scars she was perfect. This time Buttercup would not let Ironhoof's brew ruin Honey... this one would be different.
They'd had her for almost nine months. Though nervous, Buttercup allowed Ironhoof to sedate Honey once a week for the longest time. She was very afraid of losing her to this, but it also made her very happy. That made it worth it, to see that little smiley face each time. Every night after playing, laying her head on her pillow to rest... Buttercup usually didn't sleep well. She didn't tell Ironhoof, though... it would worry him, which would worry her even more, and she was having much too much fun to think about things like that.
In time, however, she found things to help her keep thinking about it less and less. This was natural, of course. She enjoyed having Diamond as Honey, both sedated and not... that was also natural. Diamond ended up being a good baby -- easy to feed and change after a month. It was almost like clockwork. The problem was, however... even after a month to adjust, she hardly ever looked up at Mommy anymore like when they started. Everything was feeling mechanical, but not after Iron Hoof's sensitives. She'd look right up with those big, beautiful black eyes, and they'd go play for a few hours. They'd laugh, of course, and make each other feel good... and those few hours really made everything she'd done to get Honey worth it.
As had happened before, once a week turned into twice a week, then... every now and again three times a week. Ironhoof shook his head each time, warning his mistress, but the more often Honey was sedated the less Buttercup thought about the bad parts, and the less guilty she felt, as the less of Diamond Dream she saw. She'd have known, though, if she'd let the young mare out unsedated... that she could hardly walk a straight line after a couple weeks of three injections. Ironhoof knew this type of symptom, if not backed away from quickly, was usually a warning of things to come...
"Mistress, perhaps we could go to the cinema tonight?" Ironhoof started suggesting. "Give Honey some rest for a while? She'll always be there, and... we don't want to kill her."
"I know what I want, Ironhoof," Buttercup would almost always reply. "Tomorrow we can go. I want to play with her tonight. Really badly! ...please."
"Very well."
At times his suggestions were taken, but not often enough.
Even as part of Honey's face began to droop and she had trouble swallowing, Buttercup only saw what she wanted -- a cute, little foal to play with who need somepony to take care of her. That needed to be somepony special, somepony who would be there forever... and she would love to call Mommy. Buttercup didn't even notice when Diamond began losing control of her bladder regularly, as that's just what she wanted. She also never noticed when her sight began to fade... as Honey could still make out the shape of the ball and follow her voice easily enough. Ironhoof suspected he was poisoning her and even tried to talk to Diamond while Buttercup was away, but Diamond would just look up at him and tell him how she felt:
"You're a monster," she said once. "You know you're hurting me... it's a game to you. Just go away."
Still he tried:
"How is it hurting you? Is it hurting you? Tell me so I can tell her... it's important you last forever, Diamond. It's very important us."
She turned away. There were ways to make her speak up, of course, but his mistress would not approve... what was he to do except ask again, which he did each week.
By the time he heard a difference in her voice -- her speech somewhat slurred -- he knew it was too late to try to preserve her. He still tried, talking to his mistress... telling her what he noticed, but he knew it would do little good. Sealing it was when Diamond finally told him the truth after a month and three weeks of three injections:
"I can barely see things anymore and I can hardly hear. Everything sounds muffled and all I see are just vague shapes with blurry colors. Happy now?"
He walked off silently... knowing an apology would mean nothing. He had done it again, not wanting to. He stopped trying to barter with his Mistress at this point, allowing what would happen to just happen naturally...
It happened that Buttercup went down stairs one autumn morning after a night of playing to discover Honey had stopped moving. Like so many others at this point... she had also stopped eating. There would be no injections that day, or even that week. Even though Buttercup held out hope, a few days later Honey stopped breathing.
Of course Ironhoof was there to hug her... like always. That never changed, and it did make her feel a bit better. He even told her the truth, exactly as she wanted to hear it:
"I gave her too much. The blame rests on me... please forgive me."
Even though there was more to it, this much was true -- Ironhoof was the one holding the syringe. In the aftermath, though, his warmth was better than nothing... and he was a constant, after all.
Buttercup had had Honey for a time, and in that time she loved her so very much. The weeping willow in the back yard would appreciate her after that. It had grown so much over the years, and would grow even bigger after Spring arrived. That was all that could be done, for a baby who did nothing wrong and deserved a peaceful rest like the few others Buttercup had truly grown to love so very much.
