> Anger Management Class
>  by Wandering Pigeon
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> Featuring The World's Best Therapist: Eris!!!
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Limestone blinked. One moment she had been on the farm. The next… not.

No poof. No flash of light. No nothing. Just one moment she was in one place and the next, another.

She furrowed her brow in confusion, realizing she was in room she’d never seen before. Pale purple wallpaper lined the walls, with a dainty red and pink heart pattern. The floor was snow white carpet; her hooves sank into it as though it had never been walked on before. 

Right before Limestone was a desk. Papers were piled high on one side, with books stacked on top of them, with folders stacked on top of that. An upside down Neighton’s Cradle was clacking away. There was a little plaque resting front and center that read in a swirly font: We’re All a Little Mad Here! 

Limestone turned to look further around the room, but her head only made it halfway. Directly to her right sat a griffon with a confused scowl on her face. It was no weirder than everything else happening to Limestone right now, but at the same time this felt off. She could’ve sworn nopony was standing next to her a second ago.

“What the heck?” The griffon squawked. Her brow scrunched at the sight of Limestone. “Who are you? What’s going on here?”

Limestone’s snout wrinkled in annoyance. “Who are you?” she fired back. “And what am I doing here?”

“Hey I asked first.” The griffon’s tone leapt to anger effortlessly. “One second I was talking to Greta and now I’m here. Now what gives?”

“How should I know?” Limestone snarled back. Who did this griffon think she was anyway? Nopony talked to her like that. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, so you’re saying I did this then?” The griffon poked a pointy claw against Limestone’s chest. “Yeah right. I bet this is ‘cause of some dumb pony thing.”

Limestone batted away her claw. “Don’t touch me,” she growled. She could feel a spike of rage building, and the mysterious griffon matched it with a single glint of her eyes. “Now tell me what’s going on here!”

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

Both Limestone and the griffon paused, then shot their attention around. Right on the other side of Limestone was a tall blue dragon who had definitely not been there before.

“And who are you?” Limestone chorused with the griffon chorused, before exchanging dirty looks at each other just for being on the same page.

“I’m Ember,” the dragoness snapped like they should have known. “Who are you two supposed to be?”

Limestone ground her teeth. “Don’t lump me in with her.” She nudged her head toward the griffon.

“You gotta problem with me, dweeb?” The griffon shoved her, catching Limestone off guard. She nearly fell to the ground, but settled for bumping into Ember.

“Hey!” Ember barked.

“Watch who you’re shoving, birdbrain,” Limestone growled.

The griffon spread her wings, puffing out her chest. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, dweeb?”

“Stop calling me that!”

Ember groaned. “Would the both of you just shut up already?”

The griffon’s eyes narrowed. She marched forward, pushing Limestone out of her way. “If you think I’m gonna let some dweeb order me around you got another thing coming.”

“Oh yeah?” There was a fire in Ember’s eyes. And another, building up in the back of her throat.

Limestone could feel her own rage rising. Now she was being pushed around and ignored? That tears it. These two were about to learn why you don’t mess with rock farmers.

“Oh my, not one minute together and you girls are already fighting.”

The three of them stopped for a moment, disarmed by the sudden voice. Before they could even look around to find out where it was coming from, there was a flash of light right at the desk, and something appeared in the seat.

Limestone’s brow furrowed at what she was seeing. The creature before them was like nothing she’d ever seen before. It’s limbs were a mish-mash of pony, griffon, dragon, and… etcetera. It’s long, snakey body stretched well above the back of the chair it sat in. Long, silvery hair covered her face, which it brushed out of the way to reveal excited yellow-red eyes.

Then it hit her. She’d only heard about the goddess of chaos before, mostly from Pinkie’s nonsensical letters about her, and face-to-face with the draconequus herself there was no other explanation: Eris.

“Looks like you really do need my help,” she said with a giggle, putting her elbows to the desk and resting her head against her paw.

“What?” the trio exclaimed simultaneously, only to exchange dirty looks. Same page again, and still as annoying.

“Well, let’s get started.” With a snap, Eris spawned elaborate, gaudy chairs for them all. 

Limestone was sitting in hers before she even realized what it was. Restraining cuffs popped up around all four legs, assuring her she wasn’t about to stop sitting anytime soon.

“Hey!” She cried, struggling against the binds. Even with all her strength it was pointless. Looking over, she saw that Ember and the griffon were having just as much luck with their own chairs. Her attention turned back to Eris with a fiery look. “What the heck is going on here?”

“Well I’m glad you asked!” Eris chirped. With a snap she made a screen and projector appear before her. Flipping the nearest lightswitch sideways, she plunged the room into darkness, save for the light of her just-starting-up presentation.

The griffon groaned. Took the words right out of Limestone’s mouth.

“You see,” Eris clicked through the slides, showing a photo of her chaotic Equestria. “After this little debacle I had to make quite the deal for my freedom.” She clicked the clicker in her hand that had definitely not been there before. The screen changed to an image of Princess Celestia, but one with googly eyes and a crude graffiti tongue. “Ole Sunbutt here maybe promise to use my powers for ‘good’ and to ‘help my fellow creatures’ and the like.”

The griffon snorted. “Sounds boring.”

Suddenly, Eris was beside her, paw on her shoulder. “Oh I know, right? Anyway…” Another click and the slide changed again. This time it showed Eris, or rather, half of Eris. Her top half was waving goodbye while her bottom faded to match the white screen. “If I don’t keep causing chaos with my magic I do this thing were I… eh, disappear forever.”

“What a bummer,” Limestone mumbled. A claw reached over and pinched her cheek. Hard. “Hey!”

“Oh, aren’t you just the cutest lil’ smart-aleck?” Eris’ grin did not match her words. Another click. Now the slide showed Eris putting out a house fire… with a gigantic hammer. Another click and she was wrangling out of control storm clouds like she was at a rodeo. Another click had her controlling a crowd with marionette strings. She cleared her throat. “So, I have to help out in my own chaotic little way, got it?”

Ember suddenly roared, a jetstream of fire flew from her mouth, incinerating the projector screen in an instant. The lights came up to reveal a pile of floating ash.

“Like I care,” Ember growled through a puff of smoke. “What does any of that have to do with us?”

“Well, if you’d been patient and not thrown a tantrum like a hatchling,” Eris remarked. “I was getting to that. You see, you three are the angriest trio I’ve ever seen! Gilda, you broke a griffon’s wrist just for saying your scones were too sweet.”

The griffon, Gilda, grunted. “He had it coming.”

Eris tsked. “Ember, I seem to recall you threatening to drown a few dragons in lava if they didn’t do what you said?”

“It was just a threat!” Ember protested.

“And Limestone.” Eris turned to her. “Throwing a hissy fit just because ponies touch some big rock?”

Limestone fought against her cuffs. She wanted to throttle the draconequus. “It’s not ‘some big rock’, it’s Holder’s Boulder! And—”

“Yes, yes. Whatever.” Eris rolled her eyes. “Like I was saying, you’re all riddled with anger issues, with just a little angst sprinkled in for good measure. It’s time some-creature helped you mellow out. So I’ve decided to make you all my next project!” 

Pop! Pop!

Confetti cannons appeared from nowhere, showering the room with colorful bits of trash. Eris punctuated the moment with jazz hands and a big, dopey grin. “Surprise!”

Three stares of disgust, contempt, and indignation hit the draconequus all at once. And then the chair-bound trio went for her ears.

“Absolutely not!”

“You’re crazy!”

“No freakin’ way I’m spending my time—”

“Let me out of here already!”

“—with these lame dweebs—”

“You can’t do this!”

“You wanna see angry? I’ll show you angry.”

“—doing who knows what—”

“What in Celestia’s name is wrong with you?”

“—with a freak like you!”

Eris groaned as her palm hit her face. She let it slide all the way down to her jaw, and then stretching her face like a rubber band, just to punctuate her exasperation. “Okay, enough!”

Zippers morphed over Limestone’s lips, snapping her mouth shut. “Mmmph!” The sentiment was echoed by the others, finding themselves in the same predicament. It suddenly struck Limestone just how much power Eris held over them. Did anypony even know they were here? Could anypony convince her to let them go? Or were they actually going to have to play along with her dumb idea? She gulped, not wanting to know the answers, while fearing she already did.

“Now then.” Eris let her face snap back to normal. “Introductions are out of the way. Let me show you my plan to therapy-ize you into slightly less angry versions of yourselves.” She strutted forward, passing the chairs and disappearing into the three’s peripheral vision.

Limestone grunted into her zipped lips. She didn’t even have an anger problem! Sure, the two freaks beside her were temperamental as Tartarus, but she wasn’t. Limestone often considered herself calm, collected, and rational.

And she would be all of those things when she got free and bucked Eris halfway to the moon.

Her chair jolted into the air; Limestone lurched against her binds as it came to a sudden stop. She barely saw the same thing happen to Ember and Gilda, the action punching her into a daze. It lasted just long enough for the chair to rotate them all around, revealing the other side of the room.

Limestone wished it had stayed hidden.

Everything about the room was made for foals. Pastels of every poison, from purple to pink, assaulted her eyes. A giant crib, big enough for three adults centered the room. An equally massive playpen sat next to it, holding foalish toys galore. The other end had three high chairs, baby carriages, and bouncers.

It was a nursery. A nursery for giant foals. 

Or adults, Limestone realized in growing horror.

In the corner, Eris was giving off some jazz claws/paws for her chosen instruments of torture. Her gleeful beam cemented her intentions. This was for them. This was all for them.

And Limestone stared, for the first time in her life mortally afraid for her own wellbeing.
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They were screaming. They were screaming but they couldn’t scream.

Limestone couldn’t believe it. As she thrashed against her chair, lips still locked down by the zipper, she realized what Eris planned to do to them. 

That crazy freak is going to treat me like a foal! Limestone couldn’t contain her rage, but her binds did it for her. No matter how much force she threw behind snapping the cuffs from her hooves, they remained firmly in place.

Gilda was digging her claws into her chair’s armrest, leaving deep marks but failing to snap her cuffs free. Ember looked like she was trying to breathe fire again, only to stop short at her zippered mouth. A puff of smoke pluming from her nostrils confirmed her failure.

“My my, don’t you all look eager to begin,” Eris giggled. The trio didn’t slow their struggling one bit. “At least we aren’t shouting up a storm again.”

Gee, I wonder why. Limestone’s tongue pushed against her zipped lips. 

“Well, no need to beat around the bush.” Eris was suddenly behind them, stretchy arms grabbing all three by the shoulders as she brought them in close. “We’re going to try some good ole fashion Poof Therapy, girls!”

“Mmmph ffrrppgg? Gilda grumbled.

ziiiip! Her beak was suddenly restored. “Yes, Gilly?” Eris asked, batting her eyelashes oh so innocently.

“What the heck is Poof Therapy?” Gilda demanded. Limestone had to admit it did sound a little… completely made up. “And don’t call me Gilly again, you dweeb! Or else I’ll—”

ziiiiip! 

“A great question, Gilly-Willy.” Eris pinch her cheek. From Gilda’s muffled whine, Limestone could tell it stung. “Poof Therapy is my not-at-all-tested, definitely-not-peer-reviewed, but super-duper-effective-anyway-cause-I-say-so, cure-all for angsty little girls like you. Wanna know everything about it?”

All three shook their heads no.

“Ooooh, okay. It’ll be a surprise then!” Eris’ grin was… unsettling. 

Limestone gulped. They’d made a terrible mistake going in blind, hadn’t they? Or would knowing actually be worse? She already had a pretty good idea what Eris wanted to do to them anyway, but the details of her made up treatment could make all the difference.

“Now then.” Eris snapped. A flash of light took away their chairs, leaving them hovering in the air. “As your anger management counselor slash therapist slash favorite draconequus ever, I say the first thing you little girls need is your diapees!”

And there it is. The pit of dread in Limestone’s stomach felt so validated.

With a snap, three fluffy squares appeared in front of Eris. They flopped to the ground a second later, much less magically-suspended than Limestone was. The unmistakable crinkling noise they made when they hit the ground only confirmed what they where. Limestone’s ears flopped down.

Diapers.

The plastic undergarments sprung to life. Popping up, they unfolded mid-air. They landed, using their edges like legs, and scampered forward. Limestone stared kicking frantically when a diaper positioned itself below her. Ember wriggled, Gilda flailed. But the diapers didn’t care.

They leapt up, each latching onto a pelvis at lightning speed. “MMMPH!” Limestone wiggled as cushy padding enclosed itself around her waist. It bulged and rippled, forcing her tail out through a hole in the back before settling comfortably against her rump. The tapes smoothed themselves down, securing their victory against Limestone’s pride.

Her face felt hot, and her eyes tried desperately to look away from the giant padding below her. Every muscle in her body was stiffening, trying not to find the fluffy interior comfy.

She saw her fellow prisoners shared her fate, though Ember’s diaper was struggling with shoving her wide tail through it’s hole. Luckily, Eris appeared behind her. She stuck her paw through the tail hole, rummaging around in Ember’s diaper and causing the poor dragon to blush. Hard.

Eventually Eris gave her mercy, pulling her scaly tale free from the diaper, regardless of hole size. “There we go!” She gave Ember’s padded rump a pat. “And I think with those scales, you won’t have to worry about getting a diaper rash.”

“Mmmsh?” Ember grunted.

Eris turned to Limestone and Gilda. “You two on the other hand…” She pulled a canister of foal powder out from behind her head. “Are going to need some of this!”

“Grrrr.” Limestone wiggled as Eris disappeared behind her. She hated that. How was supposed to know what that sneaky draconequus was going to do next if she kept— “Mmmph!”

The waist of her diaper was pulled out. Padding stretch, colliding with her inner thighs. It made Limestone squeak as it rubbed against her marehood. And then she squeaked again when Eris dumped foal powder straight into her diaper. “Mmm phmmph!” she complained.

“There we go, now you won’t have to worry about diapee rash.” Eris grinned. Then her attention turned to Gilda.

Now knowing what was coming, the griffon squirmed in protest. Her loud, almost scared grunts did nothing to delay the inevitable. Eris let Limestone’s diaper snap back into place before pulling out Gilda’s and shaking some powder onto her rear. “Annnnd done.” The diaper shot back into place. “That wasn’t so bad, Gilly-Willy, now was it?”

“FFMMMPHH!”

“Aww, you loved it? Well have some more then.” This time, Eris used her claw, gripping the padding to pull it up, not out. Gilda squirmed and whined, the waist of her diaper reaching comically far above her head. Limestone’s pupils shrank at the sight. Ember “mmph”ed a weak expression of sympathy.

“MMM! MMM!” Gilda’s legs kicked as her diaper wedgie reached its peak. Her feathered face flushed, eyes shut from pain. Eris, for her part, just whistled nonchalantly as she sprinkled a little more foal powder down the diaper. Then she let go.

THWAAACK! The waist slapped back. Limestone and Ember winced.

“PHFFF!” Gilda shrieked, zipper gag obscuring an obvious curse.

Eris was already in front of them again, wide grin curling as she already started taking delight in their “therapy”. Limestone clenched her jaw. She’d have to tread carefully from now on; Eris may have been made of nonsense, but she sure wasn’t going to take any.

With a snap, Eris released the magic holding them. All three flopped to the ground, diaper first. Their padding harmonized in their crinkling, each compressing under the variety of weights. Limestone cringed as her plot sank into the poof. It was a feeling hard to get annoyed about, because it actually felt… nice. And that was annoying to think about.

“Oof!” she groaned. Then her back straightened. She could move her lips again! 

Is it actually… Sure enough, when she tried her mouth responded, opening up. The zipper was gone! She could talk again!

She could yell again.

“What the hay is wrong with you?!” Limestone screamed up at Eris. 

“Now now, no projecting Limestone.” Eris lowered herself, and poked Limestone’s forehead. “The question is ‘what’s wrong with you?’. And the answer, I thought, was obvious. Anger.” She giggled. “But I guess a little foal like you would have trouble figuring that out.”

Lines creased into Limestone’s face. “Don’t call me a—”

She flinched as a jet of flames roared between their faces. Limestone nearly had a heart attack. Eris looked annoyed. Her attention turned to the source.

“Let me go. Right. Now.” Ember was seething in her diaper. Her claws had dug into the tapes, but for some reason didn’t make an impact. When Limestone checked, she saw Gilda also clawing at her diaper, to no avail. Of course they couldn’t take them off.

“Now Emby, if you’re going to start throwing fire everywhere, I’m going to have to—” Fire suddenly consumed Eris. Ember was not messing around.

Limestone scrambled back, her hind legs useless in that endeavor. The diaper spread her gait so wide they basically just dangled there. But she had to get away from the column of fire that used to be Eris; the heat alone singed her brow.

“Watch it!” she screamed at Ember. Even if the dragon was doing them all a favor that didn’t mean she could try to kill her in the process.

Ember cut off her flame, letting the fireball finish consuming Eris on its own. It blazed in mid-air, a terrifying inferno. “Whatever,” she grumbled. “Now let’s get out of here already.” Her own claws moved for her diaper, but found themselves inept at getting it off. “What the heck? It's not coming off!”

“Just noticed?” Gilda crossed her arms. “The freak probably used her stupid magic on them. Probably the only one who could undo it too, so thanks for burning her to a crisp.”

“Hey, you saw what she wanted to do to us!” Ember retorted. “A little thanks would be nice.”

“Thanks,” Limestone grumbled. “For nearly killing me too!”

“Oh shut up!”

“Fufufu.” All three froze from hearing a familiar voice. A door of flames appeared out of the raging fire. The knob turned, the door swung open, and Eris strutted out. “Gee, was it hot in there or was it just me?”

Limestone’s jaw dropped. 

Ember looked pissed. “Oh come on!”

The draconequus brushed soot from her shoulder. “Well I for one am impressed, Ember. You waited a whole thirty seconds before trying to burn me alive. That must’ve taken some restraint.”

“What are you?” Gilda shrieked.

“Many things.” Eris stuck out her tongue playfully. She wiggled her lion’s paw, a pacifier appearing in the space between the fingers. “Now, for our grumpy little arsonist...”

“Don’t you dar—MMPH!” The pacifier jammed its way into Ember’s mouth. Eris held it in with her finger, relenting when Ember started swatting at her. But that didn’t mean the dragon was able to spit it out. “Mmm! Mmmph!”

“Aww, how precious. Do you like your paci, Emby?” Eris teased.

“MMMRRPH!” Ember clawed at her face. Nothing was keeping the pacifier in her mouth except her own lips, or so it seemed. Despite trying to rip it out, nothing worked. Ember thrashed and screamed. 

Eris giggled before turning her attention to the other two. “Looking a little envious over there. Want one too?”

Limestone and Gilda shot straight up. “No!”

Eris barely held back a chuckle. “Well alright. I’ll hold off. For now.” Her tail flicked with anticipation. “So let’s go ahead and start your therapy session, girls!”

Before vitriolic complaints could be launched, Eris scooped them up by the tails. The trio dangled in her grasp, bumping into each other in a cacophony of yelps and crinkles. Limestone squirmed as they were carried through the room. Everything was upside down, and still so interchangeably girly, that she couldn’t quite tell what their destination was until they were right above it.

The playpen.

“Oh come on!” Gilda flailed, knocking Ember and Limestone until the three were practically a Neighton’s Cradle.

“Hey!”

“Mmmph!”

“Now Gilda, don’t be so fussy.” Eris snaked her head down to eye level with the griffon. “I won’t warn you again.”

That shut Gilda up.

With a perky grin, Eris dumped them in the playpen. Limestone flopped onto her back, landing right on top of a rattle. She winced, turning over to escape it. Unfortunately for her, her face ended up right where Ember’s diapered rear was aimed.

It seemed both the dragon and griffon winged it, hoping their flight would delay the inevitable. And it did… for all of two seconds. Eris snapped and their wings had slammed shut, leaving them to fall.

And now Limestone was smothered by plastic padding.

“Gggrrrph!” she screamed into Ember’s butt. The poofy garment used its softness to mold around her features. It was suffocatingly comfy. 

Scaly thighs thudded on her chest and the diaper only sank further into her face. Limestone writhed and pushed, but she couldn’t make the heavy dragoness move on her own. But as Ember recovered from the shock of the fall, she finally moved.

“Guuh!” Limestone gasped. She could breathe. And that meant she could yell. “Thanks, idiot! Watch where you’re falling next time!” she hollered at Ember. Muscles in her neck tightened.

“Mrrph?” Ember butted heads with her. “Mmmph mmrr ghhhph!” The words were unintelligible but the intent was clear.

“Oh yeah?” Limestone bared her teeth. “Well I—”

“Enough!” A lion’s paw came between the two, pushing them apart. Eris was scowling. “You’re going to play nice, or you aren’t going to play at all.”

“Sounds fine by me,” Limestone grumbled. But she did relax her muscles. No use making the all powerful goddess angry at her right now.

The hypocrisy between her words and her body didn’t go unnoticed. Eris gave a toothy grin. “Sure it is, Limey.”

Limestone growled in the back of her throat.

But Eris was already moving on, picking up Ember and setting her across the playpen to separate them. “Now why don’t you girls enjoy yourselves. You’ll see I’ve set out plenty of toys for you.”

Limestone rolled her eyes. Aside from the rattle she landed on, she hadn’t actually noticed what was around them. She was a little more focused on the mesh walls surrounding them, and whether or not she could climb out if the opportunity arose.

But with nothing better to do with Eris’ eyes on her, Limestone gave a cursory glance. Plastic keys, a colorful ring stacker, a shape matching game, lettered blocks, and stuffed animals adorned the padded floor of the pen. Gilda’s mortified jaw dropped to the ground when she saw it all, and Limestone had to agree. How where they supposed to have fun with toys meant for foals?

“As if!” Gilda shrieked. “I’m not playing with any of this crap.”

“How does this even count as therapy anyway?” Limestone added.

“Mmm phmm!” Ember tried to contribute.

Eris sighed. “I thought you all wanted it to be a surprise?” She earned three narrowed brows for that. “Oh, right! Silly me, I forgot you were all temperamental babies. You don’t know what you want!” She earned three glares for that.

Giggling it off, Eris rested her head in her feet, tail swishing as she mused the best way to explain herself. “Aha!” Her epiphany was accompanied by a light bulb springing free from her skull, which she jammed halfway into her ear to quiet the sudden brightness. 

“You see girls, Poof Therapy isn’t just about relaxing you with comfy diapers in a safe space—”

“Relaxing?” Limestone shifted in her stupid padding.

“Safe?” Gilda asked, staring up at the barely reformed monster.

“—It’s about taking you back to a time before your problems. Before you got so angry.” She booped Ember’s snout with her tail. Smoked leaked out from behind the dragon’s paci. “And to do that, you’ll need to get into the mindset of the giant babies I know you are deep down. So have at it with those toys!”

She floated up, over the playpen, giving them no modicum of privacy. In fact, Eris pulled her eyes out, shaping them like binoculars to get an even better look. “Don’t mind me,” she teased. “I’m just going to be watching your progress. In fact, I think I’ll reward whoever it is who has the most fun.” Her mouth curled deviously. “And punish the one who has the least.”

Limestone her stomach churn. She looked down, exchanging glances with her fellow prisoners. It didn’t seem like they had much of a choice here.

Their heads all swiveled to the toys surrounding them. Limestone could feel the hesitation. Nopony wanted to be the first to reach for a toy. She was perfectly fine sitting around doing nothing and crossed her hooves, turning her nose up to the foal paraphernalia below.

Gilda outright turned her back to the group. Clearly staring at the mesh wall of their prison was more appealing than actually debasing herself. As for Ember, she seemed content to just suckle on her pacifier, wrinkling her nose at their given task.

Wait a second. Limestone blinked. Was she seeing that right? 

The pacifier in the dragon’s lips bobbed back and forth. Rhythmically, repeatedly. She was actually suckling on the cursed thing!

Limestone snickered to herself. It didn’t even seem like Ember had noticed yet. The simple motion looked unnoticeable enough. Perhaps she’d been doing it all this time without realizing it.

Regardless, Ember did notice her staring. “Hmmph?” her brow narrowed in annoyance.

Her attitude annoyed Limestone. She fired back with a snort of derision. “Enjoying that pacifier, huh?”

“Mmmhh?!” Ember glared at her, before curiosity got the better of her and she looked down. Her pupils shrank at the sight of the bobbing paci. Limestone had guessed right, she really hadn’t noticed. She stifled a laugh as the dragon started panicking.

“Mmm! Mmm-mmm!” She tried again to rip out the pacifier. Even though her claws hooked around the guard, no amount of strength she put behind it could get her lips to relinquish the device. She was still stuck with it.

Limestone snickered to herself. That didn’t go over very well.

Ember’s face burned hotter than her flames, red blush dominating blue scales. She stalked back over to Limestone, shoving the pony to the ground.

“Hey!” Limestone tried to sit back up, but her bulky diaper hindered her. Before she could even find a work around, Ember was on top of her, snarling.

Pinned down, Limestone found her struggling useless against the dragon. She kicked her legs, but they were aimed wildly thanks to her spread gait. Even her inherent Earth pony strength failed her. Dragons were truly strong.

Ember got in close, all but growling at her. But the pacifier in her mouth made her come off far less threatening than she intended. Despite her circumstances, Limestone laughed.

“Phhmmpff!” Ember didn’t like that. One claw pressing down on her chest, Ember used her other to grab Limestones mane and pull.

“Ouch!” Limestone flailed her forelegs, smacking Ember to no effect. She settled for pushing, trying to throw the dragon off her before she ripped out a chunk of her hair. “Watch it! You stupid—”

“Uh-uh, no rough housing,” Eris tutted.

Strings descended from above, wrapping around Ember’s wrists and ankles. The instant they looped around, Ember’s grip weakened. Her attention turned from Limestone to the string, but it was too late. When the strings knotted themselves in place, Ember was thrown back.

From her back, Limestone could see the source of the strings above them. Eris, of course. The devious draconequus held a wooden X in her paw, the strings connected to it. She was treating Ember like a marionette.

Ember herself had yet to figure this out, wearing a face of bewilderment as her limbs betrayed her. She stumbled back in an awkward waddle before plopping down back in her original spot. Her diaper hissed as it compressed under her weight. With a twirl of Eris’ wrist, she had Ember diving for the shape matching game.

“Mmm mmm!” Ember protested as she tried to shove a square peg into a star shaped hole. “Mmrrph!”

“There, much better. Now just relax and play for a bit, Emby.” Eris let go of her puppet controls, letting them run on autopilot for a bit. Poor Ember was stuck failing to match shapes for the time being, neither her legs, arms, or lips responding to her commands. So she sat, suckled, and played, whether she wanted to or not.

Then Eris trained her binocular eyes on Limestone. “You wouldn’t need a little help too, now would you, Limey?”

“No!” Limestone scrambled to roll over. She was not going to be Eris’ puppet.

While the chaos goddess above chuckled with satisfaction, Limestone fought down a blush as she pulled in the ring stacking game. Finally managing to sit up, she set the stack in between her spread hind legs and paused. 

Was she actually going to go through with this?

Maybe it would be better to let Eris force her. At least then she could find solace in knowing she was acting like a foal against her will. She kept her dignity that way. At least, that was her pride’s justification for the poofy pillow around her pelvis. 

Then again, she looked over to Ember who was straining to just shove the square in the correct slot already. Somehow that was less appealing. Limestone reluctantly made her choice.

Turning the stack over, Limestone let all the colored rings spill out in front of her. She set their wooden stand down and wondered what she was supposed to do now. Just… put them back?

She looked up to Eris, who offered an encouraging nod. Limestone sighed.

The widest and reddest went on the bottom. Then came orange, yellow, and green. Finally the tiny blue one was the cherry on top. Blueberry on top? Whatever, Limestone didn’t care.

There, I did it, she grumbly thought. She’d played with a foal toy. And, contrary to Eris’ stupid Poof Therapy, she didn’t feel less angry than before. In fact, it had the opposite effect. She was feeling a growing rage in her gut for being made to debase herself so.

Crossing her fore legs, Limestone did the only thing she could in this situation. She pouted.

Mad or not, she knew screaming her head off wouldn’t help. Not like pouting would either, but she had to do something to show her distaste or she’d go crazy. And at least this way she was less likely to end up like Ember.

“Aww, done already, sweetie?” Eris asked. Her neck extended until she was making upside down eye contact with Limestone. “But you don’t seem like you had any fun.” A griffon claw appeared just to pinch her cheek. “Why don’t you keep at it?”

Limestone groaned as Eris pulled away. Of course she wouldn’t let her off the hook that easily. She dumped the rings again with a huff. 

Just do it and be done with it. Just do it and be done with it. The mantra stuck in her head. It worked to distract her from the feeling of her diaper pressed against her inner thighs. Limestone stacked the rings in reverse this time. Tiny blue formed the base, and the big red one acted like a proper cherry on top this time. It was every bit as demeaning and boring as before, so surely it had to be enough.

Limestone remembered Eris’ threat for whoever didn’t have enough fun at the end of playtime. So long as she could avoid that, she didn’t care. 

“What, stopping again?” Eris was back, or at least, her head and neck were. “But Limey this won’t do.”

“Oh come on!” Limestone forgot herself for a moment, actually voicing a complaint. Before her heart could skip a beat Eris had already brushed it off.

“Well, you’re trying.” She plucked off one of her horns, using it to tap her chin. “But I think you’ll have more fun if you get creative with it, Limey.” 

This time Eris emptied the stacker for her. As the draconequus pulled away, Limestone could only groan again. Creative? It’s stacking a bunch of rings. How in Equestria am I supposed to get creative with that?

She was glad she was able to keep those complaints to herself. She doubted Eris would be lenient with her for much longer, and Limestone was not going to end up with a pacifier in her mouth.

That drew her attention to Ember, who had finally been allowed to move on from the star hole and was now cramming her square peg into the circle instead. Her frustrated blush told Limestone everything she needed to know about how well that was going.

She looked over to Gilda, who still had her back to the other girls. With Eris’ attention divided, it seemed that she was just being allowed to pout for now. But Limestone figured as soon as the draconequus was done with her she’d move on to the griffon.

The thought that she could punt her suffering over to that birdbrain actually encouraged Limestone to try again.

She observed her five rings again. The plastic donuts didn’t leave a lot of room for the creativity that Eris seemed to want. But then again, Limestone wasn’t a chaos monster. She couldn’t actually morph the plastic rings into donuts, or turn them into giant flaming hoops and force Ember to jump through them.

That last idea made her snicker. It would be pretty funny to see that full-of-herself dragon prancing through a circus act in that diaper of hers.

But Limestone would have to settle for something more subdued. Plucking the medium sized yellow ring, she slid it onto the wooden stand. There, something new. Giving it some honest thought, she went with the red one next, then the blue. The sizes were all wrong, leaving the shape of the stack wonky. Probably exactly what Eris was looking for.

Next came the green. Lastly the orange. And with that, Limestone was able to scoot back and admire her work.

“There we go!” Eris cheered. “Now you’re having fun!”

Limestone suddenly realized she was still smiling from the image of Ember jumping through hoops. Her lips dropped immediately. Crap! She realized. To Eris, it must’ve looked like she’d actually been enjoying herself during that last attempt.

“No!” Limestone protested. “I wasn’t—”

RIIIIIPPP!

Everycreature froze. All eyes turned to Gilda.

Her claws were shredding the mesh wall of the playpen. A tear from top to bottom had opened up, growing bigger the more the griffon pulled it apart.

Limestone suddenly realized what this meant. Gilda hadn’t been sulking by herself, she must have been poking through the wall with her claws until she finally had a big enough opening to be brazen with. 

She was trying to escape!

“I’ve had it with you dweebs!” Gilda declared, pushing through the opening. “Have fun being wimps! I’m outta here.” She waddled through the hole, massive diaper getting stuck for just a moment before she squeezed through. 

Limestone’s heart leapt to her throat. An escape! Could they really do it?

Common sense said no, but Limestone wasn’t listening to it right now. She saw an opening, a chance to get away from the humiliation and the crazy draconequus nanny forcing it on them. Limestone did the one thing anypony would expect her too in this scenario.

She ran.

Forcing herself to her hooves, Limestone ended up knocking her ring stack over. Undeterred, she waddled after the griffon. Through the tear, squeezing her own diaper through in the process, and out into the wider room. Some degree of freedom.

Ember tried to follow, but her strings held her in place. She whined and grunted in exertion, but got nowhere. Limestone wasn’t all that broken up about it.

She kept running, only to look ahead and see the griffon had stopped. Unable to slow herself down in time, Limestone yelped as she collided with the cat-bird’s padded rear. Her face sank in for just a moment, once again padding molding itself around her features. An instant later she was bouncing back, landing on her own diaper butt.

Gilda’s legs curled and she shot a flushed look of annoyance back at her. “Watch it!”

Limestone shook her head, and looked up. “Why’d you stop?”

Gilda snarled, face turning to the ground. She waved a claw around, and Limestone soon realized it.

The room had no doors. No windows. No way out.

In the heat of the moment, that very important fact had slipped Limestone’s mind. “Oh.”

“'Oh' indeed, girls.” Both turned to see Eris floating down to the floor behind them. She put her hands together and when they parted a long, wooden paddle appeared between them. Eris snatched it from the air and began twirling it. “Now then, who wants to take their punishment first?”

She let the paddle smack her paw. It produced a thunderous crack, making Gilda jump in fear.

Limestone’s tail tucked between her legs. Her ears flopped down. She gulped.

Therapy was about to get a whole lot worse.
> Everything's a Punishment if You Try Hard Enough
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Limestone felt very small all of a sudden. And yet not nearly small enough.

Eris towered over her. The paddle in her hand spun and smacked her palm like a guillotine. Limestone could feel Gilda inching away behind her.

“I knew you’d be a handful from the start,” Eris feigned her disappointment. Her smile gave her away. “But you three really are testing my patience.”

“Phreef?” Ember called from the playpen. 

Eris turned to her. “Oh yes. I saw you trying to run too, Emby.” She pointed the paddle at the bound dragon. “You’ll be getting your spanks here in a moment.”

Ember screamed into her gag, all of a sudden very invested in getting free from her strings.

“But it’s you I’m disappointed in most of all.” Eris reached now and grabbed Limestone’s cheeks, forcing her lips to purse. “Weren’t you having fun, Limey?”

“Wush nawt!” Limestone slurred back. She shook free of Eris’ grasp while the draconequus chuckled at her.

“And now you’re lying,” Eris remarked. Her paddle slammed into her palm again. “Will you need extra spanks then?”

That shut her up. Limestone felt her face pale. Already she’d been afraid of what a chaos goddess could dishout when somepony was bent of her knee, but to know she’d suffer even more for the crime of disagreeing with her...

“Wait,” she meekly croaked out. But Eris was already moving passed her.

Gilda puffed out her chest, flaring her wings as their self-imposed nanny approached her. Sadly, griffon intimidation tactics had little effect on all powerful beings. Who could have guessed?

“You’re not coming anywhere near me with that paddle, you freak!” Gilda put up quite a front, but her voice noticeably cracked. Right at the word “paddle” too.

Eris sighed. “Resorting to name calling. No, no, I get it. If you can’t be the best then try to make the best feel a little worse.” Her lips contorted into a smirk. “Isn’t that right, Gilly-Willy?”

“Shut up!” Gilda lunged, claws out. But right away Eris’ magic took hold. 

Pale, purple fabric emerged from Gilda’s wrists. It bubbled up like soda filling a glass, until it took the shape of two baby mitts surrounding Gilda’s claws. Mid-leap, the griffon could only stare in shock at what had just become of her built in weapons. Then Eris caught her by her diaper’s waistband.

“You know, you have such lovely claws, Gilly.” Eris poked at the padded mitts with her own eagle talons. “Shame we have to put them away for now. If only you hadn’t trashed the lovely little playpen I made for you all.”

“L-Let me go!” Fear now dominated Gilda’s voice. She pawed at the mittens, trying to them off or push her claws through. But it was all in vain. She switched strategies and brought the poofy fists up to her beak, but Eris launched her into the air first. “Ah!”

Gilda flailed as she went up, wings desperately flapping out of sync when she went down. Below, Eris positioned her lap just right for the arriving griffon. When Gilda landed, the wind was knocked out of her. “Guhh!”

Eris flicked the paddled over to her lion’s paw, scooping up Gilda’s fore legs and pinning them behind her back. “H-Hey!” Gilda could only squirm and kick her feet. Her tail fell down, running over the seat of her diaper before hiding between her legs. “Stop it!”

“Now let’s see,” Eris tapped her chin, rubbed her temple, and scratched the back of her head, all with limbs that seemed to appear from nowhere. A new one arrived just to count. “You wouldn’t play with your toys, you cut up the playpen, and you tried to run away from your favorite Nana Eris. I think that’s worth at least ten spanks, don’t you?”

Gilda’s struggling became quiet. In desperation, she looked to Limestone. Limestone looked to the floor.

“Hey!” Gilda snapped, facing contorting from fear to anger. “Help me you bi—”

SMACK! The paddle came down, thundering against the griffon’s padded posterior.

Gilda squawked. Somehow the shrill noise was louder than the spank; it forced Limestone to wince. Her hooves moved to cover her ears, but morbid curiosity pulled her eyes towards the display.

Eris was already raising the paddle again, even though Gilda had yet to finish writhing in pain. “That’s one,” she counted, the paddle reaching its peak.

CRACK! Limestone didn’t even see it come down. All she caught a glimpse of was the aftermath.

The seat of Gilda’s diaper compressing, her thighs rippling from the impact. The griffon throwing her head back and shrieking again. The glow of red emanating from her rear.

Only two. Only two and her butt was already red. Limestone’s stomach sank, considering what was about to happen to her.

The next eight didn’t go any better for Gilda. No matter how much she screamed, and eventually cried, there was no respite until Eris was done doling out her punishment. In the end, the blubbering griffon had given up the struggle. When her tenth spank came down all she did was whimper.

SMACK!

Eris finally let go of Gilda’s claws. “There, has my wittle baby griffon learned her lesson now?”

Gilda was sniffling, just trying to get out one word was hard. “Screw… you!” she managed.

CRACK!

“GAAAHHHH!” Gilda kicked her legs in protest. Her flattened diaper rebounded after that surprise eleventh hit, but she wasn’t so lucky. “Okay, I learned!” Gilda cried. Her mittens reached her eyes, letting her bury her face to hide the tears. “I’m sorry!”

“‘I’m sorry what’?” Eris asked. Gilda sniffled into her padded claws. Eris scowled. She grabbed Gilda’s tail and yanked it up, exposing her rear once again. “I’m.” SMACK! “Sorry.” CRACK! “WHAT?” WHACK!

“I’m sorry, Nana Eris!” Gilda screamed.

“Good girl, Gilly.” All the anger in her voice dissipated. Eris gave the griffon a pat on the head, but Gilda instinctively retracted. “I’m sorry you needed extra spanks, but that wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d just did what you were told. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes!” The lesson had been quite firmly instilled in Gilda. Limestone found herself wondering if she would ever act up again. The answer: probably. No matter how painful those spanks were, she doubted it would quell the anger problems of someone like Gilda.

Eris let Gilda scamper off her lap and waddle away to lick her wounds. Her eyes flicked over to Limestone. With an outstretched finger, she beckoned the mare closer.

Limestone didn’t want to move, but found her body pulled in. Unable to fight the gravity of the situation she gulped as Eris pulled her in.

“Now Limey, for trying to run away with Gilly, I’m going to give you five spanks, okay?”

Not okay! A part of her screamed. But startlingly, another part of herself relaxed a little. Just knowing she wasn’t going to be spanked as much as Gilda was a bit of a relief. Though, it didn’t make her the least bit happy to realize she had accepted the fact that she was about the be spanked.

“Wait!” she demanded, even as Eris was pinning her down on her lap. “Stop!”

“Oh?” Eris clicked her tongue. “Does Limey-Wimey want more spankies?”

Every muscle in Limestone’s body tensed up. A pregnant pause filled the room, before finally birthing a defeated, “no…”

“Well alright, just five then.” The paddle whirled into the air, the breeze tickling the back of Limestones neck. Her ears flopped down as Eris prepared her strike. “One!”

CRACK!

The first thing Limestone realized was that her diaper did nothing. All that poof and padding and fluff was worthless. Under the paddle of Eris, it might as well not even be there.

It hurt. Limestone’s rear end ignited like a fire after just one hit. The pain radiated out from the strike zone, until even flesh beyond the paddle’s reach stung from phantom pains. She opened her mouth to yelp.

CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!

Limestone choked on her cry. The beating had suddenly tripled in intensity. The force of the blows shook her body and her plot raged like a wildfire.

“Two, three, four,” Eris counted. Her arm reeled back, further than physics should allow. “Annnnd five!”

“Wait!” Limestone croaked out.

SMACK!

Limestone’s plot rippled beneath the cushy padding. Her butt was already tender, so this grand finale was hitting even harder than the rest.

Limestone opened her mouth to scream, but could no longer do that properly. Air escaped, and that was about it. Tears sprung freely from her eyes, dripping down her cheeks like hot wax. A sob wracked her body.

How in Celestia’s name had Gilda suffered fourteen of these? Limestone was crying after just five. There was no feeling in her plot but pain. It was miserable. Torture. She’d rather go back in the playpen for who-knows-how-long than suffer more of this.

Another sob shook her, and Limestone fought to keep it down. Even though it hurt so much she didn’t want to seem weak in front of her fellow captives. Or her captor for that matter. But there was no hiding the truth from Eris.

“Aww, are you okay, Limey?” Eris pulled her up to cradle her. Limestone, still sniffling back tears, was in no position to struggle. “Don’t worry, Nana thinks you were a very tough girl during your spankies.”

“What?!” Gilda squawked. “She started crying after five! I took way more and—” An icy stare silenced her.

Eris pulled a pacifier from nowhere as her attention returned to Limestone “Here you go, sweetie.”

“N—Mmpff!” Limestone winced as a rubber bulb invaded her mouth. Eris made sure to press the yellow guard of the paci tightly against Limestone’s lips, a preemptive warning to keep it in. Limestone whined.

“Now, now.” Eris gave Limestone’s head a pat. “You’re okay, sweetie.”

I’m really not, Limestone wanted to growl back. She managed a suckle on her pacifier. That finally got her squirming. She figured whatever magic Eris had put into Ember’s was back for part two. There was no way she’d be suckling on this thing otherwise.

Eris set her down next to Gilda. As her poofy butt made contact with the floor she yelped and jumped onto her stomach instead. Sitting was not going to be fun for a good while with her plot as is.

The sting was still fresh, both in her memory and her rear’s. It didn’t help that the spanks had pushed her diaper right up against her tender flesh, bunching it up in all the wrong ways. Before the diaper had been intolerable, but at least comfy. Now it was just intolerable.

“Mmpff” she huffed, hardly paying attention to the whining Ember as she was dragged through the air to suffer the same fate. Limestone reached back and started fussing over the seat of her diaper, trying to stop it from riding up her crack.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it, dweeb?” Gilda grumbled, unable to meet her eyes. 

Limestone snuck a look at the glowing red marks peeking out from Gilda’s diaper. She cringed from first and second-hand pain. Easily worse that hers, but considering Gilda took nearly three times the spanks she did that wasn’t a surprise.

“Okay, Emby, now it’s just five for you too.” Eris had already forced the poor dragoness onto her lap, in the same arms-pinned motion that just screamed enthusiasm for what was about to happen.

“Mmm mm!” Ember protested, shaking her head in a desperate attempt to spit out her pacifier, probably to beg more effectively.

But no amount of muffled begging would please their miffed nanny. Eris wound up for the first strike. Limestone looked away, more for her sake than Ember’s.

WHACK!

“MMMPHFF!”

Limestone shut her eyes, suckling.

CRACK!

“URRMFFF!”

Her ears flopped down, pacifier still bobbing.

SMACK!

“MMM-HMM-HMMMRPH!”

She covered her ears. Her own flanks were on fire just from listening to this.

WHACK!

“FFFFFFFFFF!”

Limestone bit down on her pacifier.

The last spank didn’t come immediately. Ember was left to squirm and wriggle in Eris’ lap, waiting and dreading the final strike. It must have been torture, knowing you could do nothing whine and grovel until the last of your horrendous punishment came down. How much crueler could Eris get? Limestone couldn’t take it anymore herself and finally snuck a peek from behind her hooves.

CRRRRACK!

“FFMMMGGGPH!” Ember was allowed to roll free after that. Just from her groans Limestone knew it had come when she least expected it.

“Right.” Eris poofed her paddle to oblivion, stood up in mid-air, and clapped her mismatched hands together. “Who's ready for lunch?”

Ember sobbed just below Eris’ feet. She was screaming into her pacifier to hold back the pain, kicking her legs and slamming fists into the floor. 

“Oh now Ember, don’t throw a temper tantrum,” Eris sighed. “If you want, I’ll feed you first.”

“Mmmph!”

Eris hoisted her back up, before floating over to her other two babies. Gilda and Limestone backed away instinctively, but couldn’t escape the reach of her near-elastic lion paw.

“I bet you two are hungie too,” Eris teased. Wrapped so tightly in her grip, Limestone and Gilda couldn’t respond. “Yeah, you are. Being taught a lesson really works up an appetite, doesn’t it?” 

She tossed Ember up into the air. The dragoness screamed, wings opening as she reached her peak. Limestone entered the air then, suddenly flying pasted the dragon as she flapped out of sync right into Eris’ waiting hand. Gilda came up next, having much the same luck as her fellow flier.

Eris was juggling them. Actually, freaking juggling them.

Limestone bit down on her dumb pacifier, stomach churning as she went up and down. Eris took her time strolling across the room, never letting one of her babies rest in her hand for too long.

They could only thrash about in mid-air in protest. Ember and Gilda never seemed to be able to get their wings working before they plummeted back down. If Limestone could’ve thought about it, she’d have guessed Eris had something to do with that. But even when it looked like they were about to figure it out they were still a step behind their nanny.

Eris tossed them through the air. One at a time Ember, then Gilda, and finally Limestone sailed the last few feet to the destination none of them wanted: the high chairs.

When Limestone plot perfectly plopped into position she yelped as fiery pain cascaded through it. It hurt. And when she tried to get up and relieve that pain the chair’s tray table snapped into place, keeping her sitting while pinning her arms to her side. “Nnnf!”

Gilda and Ember suffered just as much as she was, like that was any consolation. The griffon was biting back a squawk while the dragoness cringed, even as she kept suckling her pacifier. The motion made Limestone realize she was still doing the same with hers and she grunted, trying once more to spit it out in vain. Between that and the constant searing her plot faced she was already not having a good time.

And then Eris brought out the food.

With a snap a giant bowl appeared on Ember’s tray table. Another snap and three cutesy bibs appeared around the necks of the captives. Limestone groaned. She looked down the row of high chairs to see Eris was now juggling several glass jars. For a moment, Limestone could live in denial. Surely the brown mush in those jars was normal food, right? She wasn’t actually going to make them eat foal food, right?

Eris popped the lids off the jars, still juggling them. Their contents leapt free, spilling into the bowl and mixing. Eris let the jars float up to the ceiling on her final toss, and plucked a spoon out from behind her ear. 

“I bet you worked up quite an appetite after playing so much,” Eris mused, stirring the contents of the bowl. Ember whined. “Now then, I do believe I mentioned something about rewarding whoever had the most fun during playtime.” Her eyes flicked to Gilda. “And punishing who had the least.”

“You mean those spanks weren’t the punishment?” Gilda cried. Her butt was wiggling back and forth across her seat, bulky padding trying to find a spot that was the least uncomfortable to sit on.

“They were your punishment for trying to run away,” Eris clarified. “Now, Ember, you did play very well, but I did have to make you. I believe you ended up right in the middle of this little contest. So for your meal, I went with all the standard flavors. Carrots, and sweet potatoes, and spinach.” She pulled the spoon up from the goopy concoction, a large blob staring down Ember. “Though I have a feeling you’ll find this pretty yummy.”

“MMM mmm!” Ember whined. Limestone didn’t know if it was the frankensteinian flavors or the sheer size of her meal that put her off, but regardless Ember was doing her best to scoot away from the spoon.
 
“Oh right.” Eris giggled and plucked the pacifier from Ember’s lips. “There, now you can eat.”

“Gah!” Ember groaned in relief. How long had she been forced to suck on that thing? Clearly too long, as Ember’s relief morphed into anger not a second later. “How dare yo—Gggphh!”

Eris wasn’t so patient as to wait to hear her remark. She opted to shove the glob of foal food right down Ember’s throat instead. The dragon hissed and gagged, but she couldn’t get the spoon out of her mouth. There was only one way that was happening, and she knew it.

Ember swallowed.

“Tasty?” Eris’ smile was just a bit crooked.

“Urrrgh.” Ember let her forked tongue hang out, the taste of dry air preferable to her meal.

“Great!” The spoon dipped back into the bowl, and a new blob of goop took aim at Ember. “Now open wide.”

Limestone decided she’d seen enough. Her attention tried to move on, ignoring the shrill gagging sounds of Ember as more and more foal food was shoveled into her mouth. But she never could quite escape it. The sloppy sounds of the spoon running through the food, Ember’s strained squeals as she tried not to swallow, Eris’ giddy laughter… it didn’t matter if Limestone looked or not, she still got a very vivid picture.

“No more!” Ember begged after about a dozen spoonfuls. “Please!”

“Aww, giving up so soon, Emby?” Eris looked down at the still full bowl. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Ember demanded. She kicked her legs defiantly, spitting bits off foal food that still clung to her mouth.

“Well okay then.” Eris picked up the hefty bowl, casually strolling around the high chair. “But you know, it sure would be a shame for all this food to go to waste.” 

Ember snorted. “Like I care.”

Eris’ lips curled. “Oh, you don’t care what happens to it all? In that case.” Wiggling fingers shot out and grabbed the back of Ember’s diaper. The dragoness shrieked as the waistband was pulled back, and the entire contents of the bowl were dumped straight into the seat of her diaper.

“AH!” Ember cried out, whole body shuddering. She kicked her legs and pushed her pinned arms against the tray table. “What are you doing?!”

“Just getting rid of the food you didn’t eat.” Eris playfully stuck out her tongue. She shook the last of the bowl’s contents into Ember’s diaper before letting the waistband snap back into place. “Don’t sound so upset. It would’ve all ended up in there one way or another.”

“Ahhh, ewww!” Ember shifted in her seat, the squishy goop mixing in poorfly with her crinkling diaper. The sound was gross enough that Limestone folded her ears down and winced. 

“Grover’s talons!” Gilda swore at the draconequus. “The heck is wrong with you?”

“Mmmm!” Limestone added, cursing her pacifier in the process.

Eris sauntered back in front of Ember. With a finger she pushed up the dragon’s chin, looking her right in the cringing hole where her face used to be. “Well if you’d been a big girl and eaten your meal properly I wouldn’t have had to do that. I’m not just feeding you girls you know, I’m preparing your next treatment too!””

“Next treatment?” Gilda sounded wary of that prospect.

Eris winked at her. “You’ll see soon enough. But first.” She left the squishy dragon to wallow in shame, spawning new foal food for Gilda’s meal. “If I recall correctly, you had the least fun in the playpen, didn’t you, Gilly?”

The threat of her punishment loomed. Gilda swallowed. “W-Well I…”

“Ah-ah-ah. No lying.” Eris revealed Gilda’s lunch. “I was thinking asparagus, peas, and broccoli would be a good starting point for such a naughty griffon. Don’t you?”

Gilda tried to shrink in her seat. Limestone knew griffons were no vegetarians, and this was on top of getting some of the worst flavors in all of foal food history. Perhaps it was a little mean, but Limestone found herself glad she wasn’t in that boat.

As Eris began mixing the flavors into the bowl, their colors mixed into a greenish-brown. Like snot, but even less appetizing. Gilda tried to jump out of her seat, but was caught by the tray table. She ended up slamming back down on her battered bottom and whining.

“I’m not eating that!” she cried. Anger was in her voice, but also desperation. 

“Oh?” Eris’s eyebrow practically leapt off her face. “So you just want me to put this all in your diapee then, do you?”

Gilda winced. Her eyes darted over to Ember, who was still squirming against her goopey diaper. The dragoness let a jet of flame roar in discomfort, but couldn’t escape her fate of sitting in her foal food-filled pampers. “N-No…”

“Then eat up!” Eris shoved the first spoonful past Gilda’s beak.

“Grrggh!” Gilda’s whole body tensed up. Her face soured from bright red to rotten green. Limestone had no doubt that the worst thing in the world right now was being one of Gilda’s taste buds.

“And swaaallow!” Eris tipped Gilda’s head back, the slime in her mouth slithering down her throat with or without her. To avoid choking herself, Gilda relented. And for her trouble she got a good solid second free from the spoon.

“That’s disgus—FFMM!” Another open beak, another glob of food. It ended the same way, with Gilda’s gasping for air. “What the hel—UURFF!”

And so it went, with Eris whipping the spoon in and out like a fencer with a rapier. Gilda would barely get any recovery time, and usually spent it on half formed swears and enraged squawks. Her face was bouncing between anger and disgust, unable to settle on what she hated more: the food, or the freak feeding it to her.

Finally, she couldn’t take anymore. 

“Stop!” Gilda whined the next time the spoon left her mouth. She was shaking. She’d had enough. “Please… no more…”

“Aww, is this little kitty-birb full?” Eris rubbed Gilda’s head, who couldn’t even muster up a sneer in response to the dumb name. “We still have a bit left if you want it.”

“Mmm mm!” Gilda shook her head, curling up in her high chair. She knew what was coming; it had been the only reason she’d suffered through so much of that slop. But she was ending up like Ember anyway.

Gilda could only pout as Eris brought the bowl around. Her diaper was pulled back, revealing still red cheeks. Eris held the bowl overtop and flipped it over. All told, it wasn’t that full. Not nearly to the level Ember’s had been. And considering Gilda’s food was much worse, it was impressive that she’d even managed to stomach so much. 

What remained plopped into the seat of Gilda’s diaper. The griffon shivered as her waistband slapped back into place. Tamed, the overgrown bird just hung her head in shame.

“We’re making great time, girls. Lunch is almost over.” Eris turned to the last of her little babies, and Limestone bit down on her pacifier. As Eris slinked over, she plucked new jars of foal food out of thin air. “Let’s see here… for the good baby who had fun playing with her toys I think you’ll enjoy lots of fruit! Bananas, peaches, apples… sound good, Limey?”

Limestone grunted. It was no rock soup, that was for sure. She watched as Eris began pouring all the flavors together, the bowl brimming with her meal.

“I am happy you had a little fun by the way, Limestone.” Eris winked at her. “I knew you weren’t such a pouty baby under the surface and more of a baby baby.”

“Suddup,” Limestone lisped. She did not have fun with any those foal toys.

“Oh, right. Silly me.” Eris plucked the pacifier from Limestone’s mouth.

Freedom! At least for part of her. And bittersweet too, as all of a sudden her lips felt like they were missing something. Had she gotten used to that stupid thing already?

“Alrighty, dig in!” Eris produced a spoonful of fruity foal food and let it hover near Limestone’s mouth.

She pressed her lips together.

“Aw, come now, Limey. Here comes the choo choo train! Open wide!” The spoon neared her face.

Limestone squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to, but suddenly had the feeling Eris might just dump the whole bowl down her diaper if she didn’t eat soon. That was not going to happen on her watch. Reluctantly, she parted her lips.

“Choo! Choo!” Eris drove the spoon into her mouth. Limestone cringed as a sweet blob of mush was deposited on her tongue. She didn’t want to swallow, but knew she didn’t have a choice.

Whatever, I was hungry anyway, she tried to convince herself. She pushed the foal food down her throat.

“Good girl!” Eris praised. “You didn’t even need my help, sweetie. Aren’t you just Nana’s obedient filly?” Gilda and Ember, despite their own predicaments, snorted at her. At least one “kiss-up” was muttered, but by who she couldn’t say. Eris just pinched her cheek and gave her a knowing smile.

She was trying to get under Limestone’s skin. It worked.

“No I’m not!” Limestone screamed. She lurched against her high chair. The usually fruitless endeavor actually did something this time; it knocked her meal over.

The foal food splattered onto the ground.

Eris leaned back. Her mouth curved in disappointment, but her eyes sparked with opportunity. “Oh Limey, now look what you did.”

Limestone should have been worried, but she wasn’t. She was pissed.

“Take it back!’ she demanded. “I'm nopony's ‘good little girl’.”

“You’re right, Limey.” Eris bent down to scoop up her mess. “You’re a bad little girl, after all.”

Limestone stuck her tongue out, but inside worry formed. Eris tone was a lot more strict, the way it had been when she spanked them. Was she in for another trip over Eris’ lap? 

“Well, you can’t eat this anymore,” Eris held up the bowl, all its contents restored. It didn’t look like it had been on the floor at all. “And since you don’t seem hungry anyway…”

Limestone’s tongue retracted back into her mouth. She knew what that meant. “W-Wait!”

But Eris was already behind her. “...We’ll just have to say goodbye to this.”

Limestone’s diaper was pulled open behind her. “Wait, wait! I changed my mind. Don’t—!”

shlop!

Eris dumped the contents down. 

Cold, slimey mush hit Limestone’s plot. She squeaked and shivered as the sensation spread, pushed around by the invading foal food. Her hind legs kicked the air, a pitiful distraction for what was happening near her flanks.

Her diaper now full, Eris let the waistband go and the tray tables flew open. Limestone tried to jump out, but was held in the air when she did. Gilda and Ember not so far behind.

“Well, since you’ve all been naughty lately, I think we can wait on your next treatment until you’ve all calmed down a bit.” Eris twirled her finger and the three all turned to a certain part of the room. The baby bouncers hanging from the ceiling.

Limestone’s eyes widened. The foal food hadn’t even settled against her plot, and already she knew it wouldn’t have time to get comfortable. “You can’t do th—Mmphff!” Her pacifier was back. Eris was not interested in dissenting opinions.

“No way you dweeb! I’m not d—Gggph!” Gilda found a seafoam paci in her own mouth for her troubles. They were nearing the bouncers now.

“If you even think about putting me in there, I’ll—Fffmpp!” And Ember fell victim to the pacifiers too.

Eris slipped her rowdy babies into each of the bouncers, a smirk betraying her annoyed glare. Limestone whined as she went down, suckling without even needing to be compelled. When her plot flopped in place, the squishing started. Cold, gross, icky, gooey foal food started sliding around her rear end. And there was so much of it too! Not even Gilda or Ember had it as bad as her right now.

The dragoness was huffing smoke from her nostrils, trying to burn her pacifier away. No dice. She was suffering the mushy butt time out in silence just like the rest of them.

The griffon was tearing at the bouncer with her padded mitts, but she couldn’t rely on her claws to escape this fate. Her diaper was staining greener by the second the more she shifted and struggled.

Suddenly she was pulled down. Then Ember. Then Limestone. So far down they almost touched the floor.

“Okay girls,” Eris said, her fingers in snapping position. Six eyes widened, knowing what was about to happen. “Enjoy!”

Eris snapped.

And the squishing started.
> The Relaxing, Sweet Scents of Aromatherapy
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Up, down. Up, down. Angry snarl, disgusted cringe. Angry snarl, disgusted cringe.

Limestone was at her wit’s end. Everytime she bounced down, goop would slap her plot. The mushy foal food squished with the exact same fervor it had when the bouncing first began. That was probably only half an hour ago, but it felt like an eternity.

There wasn’t much she could do to distract herself either. If she looked over to Ember or Gilda then their faces of discomfort would only remind her of her own predicament. If she focused on her involuntary pacifier suckling then she’d just have two things to be annoyed about. And if she focused on Eris…

The draconequus was across the room, reading a book on parenting of all things. Every so often she’d check a watch on her wrist and then look up at her bouncing girls. Behind the thin frames of reading glasses, her eyes always sparkled with delight at their predicament. She was having too much fun.

“Mmmm!” Limestone kicked her legs as her bouncer dropped down again. Squish, squish, squish, all over her butt. Why had she knocked over her bowl? If she’d just eaten it all then this wouldn’t be a problem… diaper notwithstanding.

She shook her head. No! Don’t ever regret not playing along with her stupid idea. If she ever found herself falling in line for Eris she’d… well she wasn’t sure what she’d do. But she was sure that she couldn’t let the chaos goddess win, not after all the injustices she’d forced on her.

“Grrr!” Gilda was flailing again. Her body tipped and swayed in the bouncer, but never reached her desired outcome of escape. Like all the other times she’d tried, all she did was make the squishy sensations worse. “Nmmff!”

Ember seemed to have given up in comparison. Sure, she wasn’t hanging her head in defeat, but her crossed arms and upturned snout didn’t distract from the blush on her face or the bobbing of her pacifier. She’d definitely given up, at least for now.

In a way, Limestone had too.

They couldn’t escape, not just from the bouncers but this room in general. And that realization had been slowly sinking in, like her plot into the foal food. 

Maybe we should just do whatever Eris says, she thought to herself. They’d suffer less and hopefully get out of here sooner if they did. She hated that she was resorting to playing along, but what other choice was there?

Unlike Ember, Limestone wasn’t above hanging her head in defeat.

It took a little while for Gilda to catch on. She kept struggling and groaning the whole time. Maybe it was the extra spanks that kept her so ornery, but regardless she took her time calming down, prolonging the bouncing for all of them.

Up, down. Up, down. Forlorn pout, disgusted cringe. Forlorn pout, disgusted cringe.

When Gilda did finally calm down after another half hour of bouncing, Eris thankfully took immediate note.

“Ahh, there we go, girls.” She closed her book and slithered through the air to greet the three bouncing babies. “Had enough of your temper tantrums then?”

“Mmmhmm,” Limestone murmured.

Ember grunted.

Gilda whined.

“Excellent! What calm little babies you all make. Are we ready to get on with your next therapy session?”

No one replied. Fear of the unknown was almost enough to make them prefer bouncing. Limestone wanted to believe it wasn’t going to be bad; playing with foal toys had been the least worst thing about today after all. At the same time, she also felt a distinct dread welling up in her. The thought that what was in store could actually be worse had wormed its way into her brain.

“Nmmf mph fffrm,” she attempted. A whine of annoyance hit her pacifier next.

“Hmm.” Eris scratched her chin. “Well, let’s see what you have to say.” She snapped.

And the pacifiers disappeared.

Limestone was so relieved she almost didn’t realize her lips were still instinctively suckling at nothing. Shaking her head, she moved her jaw freely and signed. Escaping the pacifier was a small blessing.

A jealous Gilda fumed to her left, beak still working over the rubber nub in her mouth.

“Well then, Limey-poo, what was that again?” Eris winked.

As much as the new nickname made her want to barf, Limestone held back. “I said, what are you going to do to us this time?”

“Oh-ho-ho my, still don’t trust me?” Eris winked, as if to imply that was the smart decision. “Well you have nothing to worry about my angry little filly. All we’re doing this time is aromatherapy!”

“Ermmrmmrhhrrppee?” Ember grunted, and clawed at her pacifier. With a snap, her mouth was freed too, and Gilda whined in protest. “What’s aromatherapy?”

“Oh, they don’t have that in the Dragon Lands?” Eris flicked her tail, eyes running up to the ceiling as she thought. “Then again, I guess the most pleasant smell over there would be sulfur mixed with ash, wouldn’t it?”

“Lava smells nice,” Ember grumbled to herself. Her defense of her home went ignored as Eris floated between the trio, eager to explain.

“You see girls, aromatherapy is just that: therapy with aromas.” She giggled. “Though, I guess it would be hard for little babies to grasp that.”

Limestone growled in the back of her throat, but kept it to herself. The less-restrained Gilda started off on a violent tirade, but no one could understand it and she was promptly ignored.

“There’s so many scents that can relax you and take the edge off. Flowers,” thorny roses wrapped around Eris’s lion paw. “That new carriage smell,” somehow a carriage appeared, Eris reclining in the driver’s seat. “Or even citrus!” She reached into her mouth and pulled out a lemon, lips puckering ever so slightly. “Sound fun?”

“Sounds lame,” Limestone couldn’t stop herself from saying.

“For once, I agree with the pony,” Ember added. 

“Grrmph!” Gilda screamed.

The dragoness rolled her eyes in annoyance at the griffon. “Oh, put a pacifier in it.”

“Erfrff mrph?!” Gilda flailed vaguely in Ember’s direction.

“Now now, no fighting!” Eris flicked her lemon between them, drawing attention back to her. She brushed off the rose bush growing out of her armpit and kicked the carriage away like it was made of air. “And don’t worry, I assure you I’ve found a fun little way to spice this up. You didn’t think I’d actually let you get bored, did you?”

With another snap, the bouncers dissipated like mist. Like so many times already today, Limestone felt to the ground and landed on her padded plot. But this time, the inclusion of the foal food made it gloppy squishing sounds instead of just crinkles. As the goop spread to yet untamed ground, Limestone cringed.

“Can you at least give us new diapers first?” she whined, a griffon flopping down next to her.

“Ick!” Gilda whined, barely noticing her own pacifier was finally gone. “Now I agree with the dweeb. Get this thing off of me!”

“Aww, did you use your diapees then?” Eris smirked. “Because I’ll be happy to change you if that’s the case.”

Both complainers had their faces flush. They scrambled to be the first to say “NO!”

“Oh well,” Eris sighed with real disappointment. “Ember, you?”

The dragoness squished her diaper in an effort to back up. “No way!”

“Well, that’s alright. We’ll be fixing that soon.” The statement was meant to be dismissive as the draconequus prepared to snap her fingers again, but Limestone wasn’t about to let that statement pass.

“What do you mean by fix—” SNAP!

Suddenly Limestone’s body was thrown into Gilda’s. The slammed together like magnets, each yelping. They tried to move away, but could only strain and push.

Gilda battered Limestone’s face with her padded mitts. “Hey, get off me, dweeb!”

“Would if I could you, uh… bigger dweeb!” 

Before Limestone could smack Gilda back, their bodies began turning in a very unmagnet-like way. Limestone found herself pushed to the floor. Gilda swiveled above her, the fur of their bellies intermingling and tickling as they did.

Then Gilda’s thighs ended up on either side of Limestone’s head. And her diaper went straight for Limestone’s face. She “MMPH”ed in equal parts surprise and immediate hatred. The cushy seat of the diaper formed itself around her muzzle and chin, barely leaving her eyes to escape the same fate. The padding also squished from the foal food within, making Gilda shiver.

“What are you doing?!” she yelled down at Limestone. The trapped pony could only kick her legs and groan in annoyance as a response. After all, it’s not like she was the one doing this.

“Oh? Not even five seconds in and you're already enjoying yourselves.” Eris’ eyes flicked to Ember. “Ready for your turn sweetie?”

Ember stumbled to her feet, waddling backwards. She looked between the shameless display before her and Eris, her face screaming her intent to run away. But she never got the chance.

SNAP!

Ember was thrown forward. Rotating in mid-air, her diapered rump collided with Gilda’s face, and her own snout buried itself in Limestone’s diaper.

“Mm-MMRPH!” Limestone’s eyes bulged out. Ember’s face only went deeper into her diaper as the force of the impact forced all three to tumbled to the ground. They were trapped in a triangle of faces in padding.

Once they’d settled, Ember went straight for thrashing, trying to escape. But she only succeeded in making Limestone more miserable by face-fondling her squishy diaper. The sensation made her squirm herself, forcing Gilda to wriggle about too, perpetuating this horrible cycle.

In all this madness, Limestone forgot that this treatment was supposed to be aromatherapy. If she’d had the sense to remember, she might have even wondered how this was supposed to relate to that; everyone’s noses were covered by diapers, after all. And if she had asked that question, she would have drawn an immediate, unfortunate conclusion.

“Now it’s time to bring the smells.” Eris’ words were almost entirely lost on the struggling girls. But she regained their attention with another burst of magic.

SNAP!

Limestone heard it before she felt it; a deep gurgling sound emanated from her stomach. When the push of her bowels finally registered, her ears flicked with sudden, horrible realization.

“MMPH!” She cried. Eyes squeezed shut in desperation. She tried in vain to fight the magically enhanced urge, and came up woefully short against it.

Gilda and Ember had realized something was wrong by now too. When the first sounds of release slapped the dragoness in the face, she redoubled her efforts to escape, even though doing so condemned her to lose control of herself. Gilda felt it happening in the diaper on her face, and seemed to take solace in the fact that she wouldn’t suffer alone, letting her bowels release.

All three pooped themselves.

Limestone grunted loudly as she pushed new mush into her already filled pampers. Even without having eaten much, she seemed to have plenty to drop in her pants. Log after log rushed out, dominating what little space there was and swiftly moving to her inner thighs. The gooey, gross feeling this brought she was already used to, but the warmth that came with it was new, and all kinds of unwelcome.

But she wasn’t even allowed the dignity of coming to terms with pooping herself. Because in the very instant she started, Gilda flooded her own diaper.

There wasn’t nearly as much foal food in her padding, so the new mush didn’t have to fight for space. It just took over everything, putting a hefty strain on her diaper to boot. The seat swelled to a comical size, staining brown almost immediately. And, of course, smothering poor Limestone’s face.

She screamed and groaned, but that did nothing to stem the mudslide. It didn’t just stop at her nose, it forced the lumpy padding to spill over and swallow her whole face. Limestone was submerged in a dirty, padded griffon butt. Screams muffled, flailing only made it worse, and the scent…

Sweet Celestia the scent.

It was like a dumpster had a baby with an outhouse. A burning, putrid, noisy smell invaded her nostrils. The slightest inhale sent her reeling. She could taste it in her mouth too, making for absolute certain there would be no escape. Between that, the feeling of the soiled padding, the sounds it made, and the fact that it covered her eyes meant that all of Limestone’s senses were made to suffer.

And as the icing on the cake, the smell only got worse the more Gilda crapped herself.

What do they feed these griffons? Limestone thought to herself. Or at least, she thought she thought that. It was hard to hear herself think now that squelching padding dominated her ears. 

She tried to focus on something else, only to find her attention taken by Ember. The dragoness was struggling to pull her face away from Limestone’s own increasingly full diaper. And the more she moved the more she pushed the mess into deeply uncomfortable places. Limestone moaned and squirmed herself, only condemning Gilda to the same fate.

It felt like their forced accidents continued for an eternity. When Limestone finally felt the last of her bowels evacuate, she groaned in pure relief. Not a good look with the lumpy padding settling over her face, but she couldn’t help it.

She had no idea what the three of them looked like right now, but she didn’t have to guess. A dragon’s head in a pony’s diaper. A griffon’s head in a dragon’s diaper. A pony’s head in a griffon’s diaper. It was a pyramid of disgusting humiliation.

Never mind what Limestone had been thinking earlier. Playing along with Eris? Not after this. She was going to destroy that draconequus, chaos magic be damned. Every sharp inhale only made her rage, her hatred, burn deeper and brighter. Like throwing fuel on a fire. 

“GRRRRAAAAAHHHH!” Limestone screamed into the messy seat of the griffon. Her eyes stung with tears. From the smell? From the situation? From her helplessness? Probably all three. And no amount of squirming, or yelling, or temper tantrum-ing was going to make it better. So she let the tears flow as she continued to sniff Gilda’s poopy diaper against her will.

“Peeeeyew!” Eris cried. “What stinky babies I have to take care of.”

“MMMMPH! MMM MMM!” Limestone whined, her sentiments echoed by her fellow captives.

“Aww, but at least you all see to like each other’s messy rumps.” The cruelty oozed in her voice. “Good thing too, because you’re going to be enjoying your aromatherapy for a long time.”

A predictable result, but no less infuriating. Limestone cried into the brown padding covering her face. What else could she do right now?

The stink triangle was lifted into the air. Unable to know where they were going, Limestone tried to look. As it turned out, turning her head only brought new areas of Gilda’s diaper to stare at. Joy.

They were dropped down on something soft. A mattress? The bars Limestone found herself pressed against quickly confirmed they were in the crib. The tight spacing forced their bodies, and their diapers, even closer together.

Gross squishing and three flavors of whiny adult-baby commenced, but Eris didn’t seem to care.

“Now enjoy yourselves, girls. Once we’re done here we can move on to your final treatment. Then you should all be good little girls for the rest of your lives!”

Limestone whimpered. Her own messy diaper was finally settling as Ember realized how futile it was to resist. But just the presence of her head pushed the messy mix all up against her. And the smell was getting no less intense.

She tried again to struggle only to find she had no room left to. She could only wait motionless with the pungent odor to keep her company. It was all any of them could do.

So they waited, and took in the aggravating, gross stench of aromatherapy.
> Reverse Psychology in Reverse!
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Limestone had no way of knowing how long her face was buried in Gilda’s stinky diaper. Every second was an eon of stench, flooding her nostrils and stinging all the way to her brain. It was so bad she felt ready to pass out after a while, only her burning rage keeping her awake. That or the impossibly gross sensation of her dirty diaper against her butt.

It was impossible to know where the foal food ended and the mess began. Everything had been so thoroughly mixed thanks to Ember that it was just mush now. Warm mush coating her backside. Disgusting, warm mush.

She shivered, face smushing up against Gilda’s diaper in the process. The lumpy padding smothering her gave her no room to even twitch. Yet somehow, staying perfectly still was even worse, as it gave the crap a chance to settle into a mold of her face. It was a constant struggle to chose the lesser of two evils. A struggle Gilda didn’t seem to care about.

The griffon was screaming bloody murder into Ember’s dirty diaper. It was muffled thanks to the wall of stink she was shouting into, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. To make matters worse, the act was really straining Ember’s ability to stay still. As her diaper was squished and squashed under the stress of Gilda’s beak, the dragoness was forced to squirm about to find a less uncomfortable position.

And this manifested by constantly bumping into Limestone’s diaper.

“Grrrr,” Limestone groaned. The feeling of having her nether’s invaded by messy pampers was not a pleasant one. She squeezed Ember’s head with her thighs, hoping to keep the rowdy dragon still.

It didn’t.

Ember didn’t seem fond of Limestone’s attempt, and only doubled her wriggling in an effort to escape. Limestone’s diaper beared the full brunt of this attack, tripling the squishy suffering.

“Errrgph!” Limestone moaned. Why me?

Even relaxing her thighs didn’t help. The dragon was mad. She kept pushing against Limestone, trying to pry herself free of their triangle of stank. She should have known it wouldn’t work, and probably did, because all she accomplished was rearranging the contents of Limestone’s diaper for the hundredth time.

“Ffffrrph!” Limestone swore into Gilda’s messy pampers. This had gone on for long enough. Eris had to let them out soon, right? At this point, she was even starting to get used to the horrendous stench of the griffon’s behind. If she had to spend another hour like this, then the lumpy padding smothering her face might start to feel normal too…

Limestone whimpered into the diaper. Eventually Ember stopped her struggling with a huff, succumbing to the fact that nothing could be done. Last and least, Gilda’s squawks of protest petered out into groans.

Eris left them to marinate in each other’s stink for just a while longer, wanting to ensure her good little girls were nice and relaxed before their next treatment, no doubt. And while Limestone found relaxing to be impossible with the warm and gooey backside pressed up against her face, her body slowly untensed over time as even her muscles had to surrender all hope of escape.

Then, and only then, did Eris clap with delight.

“Aww, looks like aromatherapy has done wonders for you girls!” She said from behind Limestone. Who knew how long she’d been there. “Not even a little bit fussy, now are you?”

“Ggphh,” Limestone muttered in response. 

“Well, I could let you all enjoy yourselves a little bit longer, if you really wanna…” Eris mused.

The trio erupted in a chorus of “Mm mm”s in response, all desperately flailing against each other to signify disapproval. They barely even paid attention to the way it made their diapers squish against each other, they just knew they couldn’t let this go on.

“Alright, alright,” Eris teasingly relented. “We do need to move on to our final treatment eventually.”

Final? Had Limestone heard that right? Were they really almost done? She could cry tears of joy at the prospect. Or maybe her eyes were just watering from the stink.

“Okie-dokie, let’s go upsies, girls.” With a snap, Eris had her triangle of prisoners float up from out of the crib. After clearing the bars, they finally separated. Limestone’s head floating away from Gilda’s poopy butt, a distinct impression left in the seat of the griffon’s diaper.

She gasped for air, and she wasn’t the only one.

“Gahh!” Ember cried. Now free to move as she wanted, albeit in midair, she plugged her nostrils and gagged. Gilda was hacking up a storm, but no matter how hard she coughed she couldn’t get all of the stink from her lungs. Limestone knew, because she was having the same problem.

“Well, well, well, our time together is almost up.” Eris pout a little bit, hands on her hips. “I was hoping you three would be further along then you are now, though. It feels like we barely made a dent in your anger problems.”

And who’s fault is that? Limestone wanted to snark. But she held her tongue, knowing the consequences, as her sore bottom could attest. Neither Ember nor Gilda talked back in her place. They’d all been well trained not to at this point.

Eris shrugged at their submission. “Well, who knows. Maybe you’ll be totally cured by our last treatment.” 

“What are you going to do to us now?” Ember asked. Her tone was probably the least accusatory it had been all day. Maybe she was just trying to avoid another visit from the pacifier.

“Oh it’s nothing too bad.” Eris waved her hand dismissively. “I’ll be doing some one-on-one with each of you here in a bit, but before that, I think it’s time you girls all started to live a little more honestly.”

Limestone furrowed her brow. She exchanged confused glances with the creatures on either side of her. “Honestly?”

“Of course!” Eris beamed. “Deep down I know you all are unhappy with your lives. We’ve just got to bring out who you’ve always wanted to be in your hearts!”

Unhappy? Limestone finally let her angry glare return. How dare this freak of nature try to tell her she wasn’t happy at the rock farm!

“What the heck’s that supposed to mean?” Gilda asked, her voice edging back to anger.

“Oh…” The corner’s of Eris’ lips curled into a deep spiral. She raised a paw. “You’ll see.”

Snap!

A pink, sparkly cloud burst around Limestone. Sweet scents of flowers and foal powder assaulted her nose, even if the stench from her still-full, and sagging, diaper lingered. She squeezed her eyes shut as the cloud engulfed her, coughing violently.

It only took a second for the sparkly dust to dissipate, but that was a second too long for Limestone. Already annoyance had bulged out a vein on her forehead, with frustration bubbling up to keep it that way.

She waved a hoof to chase away the dust still tickling her face, eyes peering open. “Okay, what did you just—” Words caught in her throat as she saw her hoof. “...do…?”

She was wearing a sock. A pastel pink and white striped sock, that snaked all the way up her fore leg and to her shoulder. Limestone’s eyes grew wide with realization. She could already feel other articles of clothing on her body, which might as well have been a giant “Eris was here!” sign.

“No…” she said. Her head turned as she held up her other hoof. Another sock. “No!”

She looked down, and the true horror of her situation became clear. Eris had saddled her with a monstrosity of an outfit. 

She now wore a fluffy white blouse, its poofy, lacey sleeves forming bubbles at her shoulders. Overtop the blouse was an incredibly pink dress with a skirt poofier than seemingly possible. The heft just below it and white frills poking out just below the hem revealed Limestone was wearing a number of petticoats to make that happen.

The dress had a giant red heart right over the chest, and purple bows that lined the skirt. A giant one was on the back of the dress, held in place thanks to a giant sash covering her stomach.

Despite the size of the dress, Limestone’s thighs could feel the cool air of the room, which let her know that her dirty diaper was still hanging free and visible for the world to see. Kicking out her hind legs, Limestone found more striped socks on them, as well as a pair of flat Mare-y Jane style shoes stuck on her hooves.

Lastly, she noticed her peripheral vision was cut off. Looking to her side, she saw her eyeline swallowed by something bright pink, which curved all around the edges of her vision. She felt something was wrapped around the back of her head and tied beneath her chin, and put the puzzle pieces together: a bonnet.

“NO!” Limestone screamed. She looked absolutely ridiculous. She couldn’t even see herself and she knew it. 

“Oh come on!” Ember’s cry drew Limestone’s attention. If not for her own situation, she might’ve laughed.

Ember now wore a maid outfit, complete with a short black skirt to keep her diaper exposed, a frilly white pinafore, and tall high heels that matched her black stockings. Ember tugged at the dress with gloved claws, grunting out whines of distaste. “It won’t come off!”

Limestone should’ve guessed as much, but the news still came as an unwanted surprise. She tried to force her how outfit off, but it didn’t matter if she pulled up or tugged down. It refused to budge an inch. It was as if the clothes were a part of her.

“What. The. Fu—Mmph!” Gilda was silenced by a bit gag being shoved in her mouth. 

Limestone looked over at the rowdy griffon, and darn near lost it. It didn’t matter how badly she looked; Gilda took the cake.

The griffon was dressed up like a pony. Frilly yellow saddle with flowing silk, a giant bow tied to the base of her tail, right at the diaper, latex bindings that swallowed her legs to give off the appearance of hooves instead, and a harness with blinders dominated her face. She strained against the bit gag as its straps wrapped around her beak, growing red in the face from muffled screaming.

“And there we go!” Eris said proudly. “My, don’t you all look absolutely precious.”

Limestone kicked and flailed, swishing the skirt of her dress and squishing her dirty diaper. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Aww, Limey-poo, I told you already, didn’t I?” Eris chuckled. “I guess paying attention to even simple things is hard for a foal like you.”

Limestone wasn’t having it. Through clenched teeth she demanded, “just tell us what the heck you’re planning!”

“No plan, Limey.” Eris winked. Did that mean there was a plan? “I said I was going to reveal who you all wanted to be deep down, and I did.” She pointed to Gilda. “Little Gilly here has wanted to be a pony since she was a hatchling.”

“Mmrrfff?” Gilda shook her claw-hooves angrily. “Mm mm!”

But Eris was already moving on, gesturing to the dragon. “And wittle Emby here has always had the ambitious dream to become a maid.”

“What is wrong with you?” Ember looked ready to breathe fire on Eris again. “I am the Dragon Lord. Why would I want to be a maid?”

Eris left that question unanswered for now. Her attention had shifted to Limestone. “And dearie, you’ve always wanted to be a foal again deep now, haven’t you?”

Red burned Limestone’s face. Anger? Embarrassment? An amalgamation of the two, actually. “What the heck are you talking about? That’s just stupid!” If anything, the opposite was true. Limestone couldn’t remember a time she hadn’t been in a hurry to grow up. Eris had no idea what she was talking about.

“Don’t believe me?” Eris put her mismatched hands to her hips. “Well, I guess I just have to prove you wrong.” She winked again. She definitely had a plan for them.

What is it now…? She groaned in her head. So far their treatments had gotten progressively worse. Limestone shuddered to think what was going to happen to them now.

Anxiety had her trying to cross her legs before she could realize that was a bad idea. The mess in her diaper squished before the tips of her hooves could even touch. Limestone cringed, biting down on her lip to avoid screaming.

“Hmm, why don’t I start with you, Gilly.” Eris flicked her finger, and Gilda flew into the draconequus’ outstretched arms. Eris put Gilda in a chokehold that some might call a hug, but the wringing griffon sure wouldn’t.

“M-Mph!” Gilda protested.

“And as for you two.” Eris turned her attention to her other captives. “I’ll make sure you have a little fun while you wait for your turns.”

Ember and Limestone shared a gulp. That didn’t sound good.

With a flick of her fingers, Eris had the two moving against their will. They rotated towards each other, snapping together like magnets. It gave Limestone an uncomfortable flashback.

Luckily, her face didn’t end up in Ember’s messy diaper. The fabric of their dresses rustled as they were pushed in tight, and their snouts booped together, causing already pink blushes to dip into red.

They drifted to the ground, limbs wrapping around each other. Limestone tried to resist as the dragon’s scaly arms hugged her, but there was little she could do while Eris had the reins.

To make matters worse, she lifted the fronts of each girl’s skirts, exposing their dirty diapers to each other. Limestone’s face went even redder as the crotches of their messy diapers were pushed together.

“Hey!” She cried.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Ember protested. They tried to squirm away from one another, but what little movement they were allowed to do ended with Ember humping Limestone.

“Watch it!” Limestone squeaked, the messy contents of her diaper rubbing into uncomfortable places. The padding pressing into her nethers sent a jolt through her body she decidedly did not like.

“You watch it!” Ember growled. She tried to get away again, but it ended in another unwanted grind. The dragoness' eyes darted to Eris. “Stop making me do that!”

Eris giggled her way into a cackle. “Aww, that’s precious! You girls must really like each other’s company, don’t you?”

“NO!” They screamed in unison. 

“Get her off me!”

“I don’t even know this pony!”

“She’s the one doing it!”

“Shut up! I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

Eris smirked. “Oh, just kiss already.”

She snapped, and the pair’s already close lips closed the distance between them.

“Mmph!” Limestone cried as she kissed the dragon.

“Grrmm!” Ember whined as she kissed the pony.

They both tried to pull away, but their lips were locked. All that happened was some more unintentional humping, crinkling their squishy diapers.

“Fufufufu…” Eris covered her mouth as she grinned. Meanwhile, Gilda thought her position was pretty good right about now. Though good was very relative.

“Mmm mm!” Limestone whined as she fought to escape scaly lips.

crinkle. squish. crinkle. squish. 

“Nnmm! Errff!” Ember screamed as her forked tongue met Limestone’s.

crinkle. squish. crinkle. squish. crinkle. squish. 

They were only making their situation worse by resisting, the humping growing faster and more violent. But neither could help it. Limestone refused to be stuck this way, her face growing hotter and hotter as the kiss deepened, the diapers pressed in…

Her marehood was burning.

“Mmm mmmrr…” She actually went cross-eyed for a moment, before shaking herself back to normal. Ember’s eyes were squeezed shut, likely wishing she was anywhere else right now.

“Oh, and one more thing to keep you entertained,” Eris added.

Limestone refused to believe her situation could get any worse. And then she saw the vibrating wand.

Her eyes bulged out as Eris dangled it in front of her. “MMPH!”

“Mmm?” Ember cracked open an eye out of curiosity. Then hers bulged out too. “MMM?!”

Eris put a finger to her lips, and flicked the device on. It started whirring with a low hum.

The buzzing sound made both redouble their escape attempts, which amounted to their humping picking up the pace. To an outside observer, it would appear that the sight of the vibrator got them both very “excited”. That was probably why Eris laughed at them.

“Here you go~!” She slipped the vibrator between the duo’s browned diapers, letting it nestle right up against their crotches.

The effect was immediate, and powerful.

Their unintentional humping earlier didn’t compare. The vibrations of the wand wedged between them sent shockwaves through each girl’s libido. Despite the messy padding they found themselves in, it was impossible to deny the sensation. The powerful tingle between their crotches just overwhelmed everything else.

Limestone moaned.

Ember moaned.

Without even really meaning to, they just started grinding again. Slowly, as their bodies moved without command, minds fighting back a haze of horniness and unable to stop it. It was gross. It was disgusting. It was horrifying.

It was so good…

Limestone whimpered into another moan. Her messy diaper fondled her privates, causing her tingling marehood to quiver even harder. She knew it was wrong to enjoy this on a number of levels, but the base pleasure she got from it all overrode everything else.

She tightened her grip on Ember, leaned harder into the kiss as she squeezed her eyes shut, and changed strategies from trying to escape to trying to hump harder. 

“Fufufu,” Eris smirked as she gave Gilda a pat on the head. “Seems that did the trick, 'ey girls?”

Limestone barely heard the teasing over her own grunts and the vibrator’s hum. Her cheeks reddened anyway at the reminder of her audience. It was scary how much she wanted to stop but couldn’t.

“Well, while they’re enjoying themselves, why don’t we have a chat, Gilda?” Eris sat down in mid-air, shifting the squirming griffon until she was cradling her. Gilda’s strained cries into her bit gag momentarily got Limestone to look their way, before being pulled back into her kiss with Ember.

“Gggrph!” Gilda protested. Eris ignored her, pressing the cat-bird up against her chest.

“Now Gilly, I know you pushed back a bit when I suggested you wanted to be a pony deep down,” Eris started, shifting into full on counselor mode.

“Serggersterrdd?” Gilda indicated her new horse-y get up. “Rrffree?”

“Shhh…” Eris stroked Gilda’s cheek. From the floor, Ember yelped as her padding explored deep into her inner thighs. “You see Gilda, I know you better than you could possibly know yourself.”

Gilda snorted through her nostrils. Limestone moaned and groaned, vibrator pressing into her deeply.

“It’s true!” Eris insisted. “I know you never won a single race back in your Junior Speedster days. Am I right?”

That seemed to make Gilda blush more than her filthy diaper. “Nnnff!” she cried.

Eris ran her fingers through Gilda’s feathers. “Oh don’t be embarrassed by the truth, sweetie. You lost every time you challenged a pony back then. And you know you’re not as fast as Rainbow Dash.”

Limestone didn’t know who that was, but Gilda sure did. She squawked into her bit gag, trying to batter Eris with her hooved claws. At least she was still trying to escape. Limestone had all but surrendered to her lust at this point, thrusting her hips into the dragoness above her with complete abandon. Her burning marehood had yet to climax, and she was horrified by the realization that she wanted one.

“It’s a perfectly normal complex to have, Gilda. Don’t worry.” Eris booped the griffon’s beak. “So you want to be a pony since you know you’ll never be better than them. If you can’t beat them, join them, no?”

“Nnff!” Gilda refused. Despite the squishing it caused, she continued to struggle.

“Mmm, yes. You can see how this is manifesting as anger, can’t you?” Eris sighed. “Poor little wannabe pony. You’re all pent up over the fact that you can never be who you are deep down.”

“Mrrrff!” Gilda shrieked. She wasn’t buying one bit of it.

Eris gave her a kiss on the forehead, making the poor girl recoil. “But don’t worry, Gilly-Willy. Now you can live your best pony life!” She grabbed Gilda’s trapped claws and shook them around like a victory cheer, much to Gilda’s chagrin. 

Limestone was barely aware of any of this. She was too wrapped up in the feeling of the vibrator constantly pushing deeper into her diapered crotch to notice much of anything else. Even her prolonged kiss with Ember was fading into the background of that ungodly passion.

“Hmm, I guess you still need a moment to mellow out, don’t you?” Eris struggled to contain the wriggling griffon. “Why don’t we give Ember her turn now while you play with Limey?”

With a snap, Ember and Limestone disentangled. The dragoness floated up, the vibrating wand following halfway, preventing either of them from achieving an orgasm. Limestone whimpered, already feeling the haze of horniness floating away from her.

So close… she begged internally. As the details of her situation came back to her, that thought disgusted her. So close to what? She shuddered. Had she actually wanted… no, she clearly had. And she’d tried to get one too.

“Augh!” Her limbs flailed but she couldn’t get off the floor. Above her, Ember seemed to be coming down from the lusty high as well, though her disgusted was more focused.

“You!” she glared at Eris, blue scales all red. “How dare you do that to a Dragon Lord?!”

Eris just let her wry smile get a little wryer. “Oh yes, let’s talk about this whole Lord business why don’t we?”

She flicked her fingers and Ember floated towards her, Gilda pushed away. It didn’t take long for the two to completely switch places, Ember now finding her head being pressed into Eris’ chest, and Gilda right above Limestone, a still humming vibrator between the two.

“Oh no you don’t!” Limestone screamed. She scrambled to get away but was stuck to the carpet like a bug in a flytrap.

With another snap Gilda dropped. Hooves and fake hooves entangled, and the vibrator once again found itself sandwiched between two diapers.

Limestone felt it’s return. Her marehood had only just begun to calm down, but now that the vibrating monster was back at her crotch she only found herself riled up again. Knowing how easily she had succumbed last time, Limestone tried to fight it. But the inescapable hum squishing her dirty diaper was hard to ignore.

At least she wasn’t forced to make out with Gilda. The griffon’s beak still had to contend with the bit gag. But it seemed she was far more concerned with the feeling of the wand tantalizing her padded crotch. Gilda freaked out and did the exact opposite of what she needed to do to make the sensation go away: she struggled.

The griffons desperate moves resulted in the same thing as last time, unintentional humping. Limestone bit her tongue to avoid moaning as the impact of the two diapers devolved into a familiar grinding rhythm. Gilda didn’t moan, she just shrieked into her gag, trying anything to avoid humping the pony below her… which usually resulted in more humping.

“Let me go!” Ember cried as Eris forced her to sit still. Fire welled up in the back of her throat, but a lion paw pinched her lips closed. Ember’s attack coughed out smoke from her nostrils.

“Such a fussy girl.” Eris took the time to smooth out Ember’s skirt, playing with the frills of the apron as she did. “You know, I have to wonder why it is you want to be a maid so badly.”

“I don’t!” Ember screamed. Her face was boiling red, but was it from the recent… session with Limestone? Or something else?

Limestone struggled to pay attention this time. As the pulsing between her legs continued, marehood quivering violently in response, she could feel herself slipping back into the mindless state from earlier. She was not going to give into those desires again. She had to focus on something else!

“Why of course you do, Emby. My magic doesn’t lie after all.” Eris winked and Limestone got the feeling her magic lied all the time. “You know, it must be hard being the big dragon in charge all the time, isn’t it?”

“Is not!” Ember insisted. “Everyone does what I say, and—Eep!” Eris had stuck a paw right onto her messy crotch. 

Her paw swirled the padding in a circular motion, no doubt agitating the already tender nethers the vibrator had warmed up. 

“S-Stop it!” Ember gasped.

“I have a feeling the stress of your job has been getting to you lately, am I right?” 

“A-Ah~” Ember cried, trying to push Eris away. “Puh-Please…”

“And judging by your new outfit, I take it you want to be the one obeying orders, not giving them, from now on, don’t you?” Her paw dug in deeper into the dirty diaper when Ember didn’t respond. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Leave—Gah-Ah!—me—huh… unf—alone!” Ember whined. She couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her head as the groping continued.

She looked about as close to orgasm as Limestone felt. Gilda’s erratic movements had brought them both to the brink, and now Limestone was struggling to keep herself together. Her libido fighting against her. In fact, her whole body was, as near orgastic spasms shook her.

“Well, I suppose I can’t make you say it out loud,” Eris sighed, pulled her paw away.

Ember whined and her claws chased after it. For a moment. Then she seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled back, face now pink.

“But don’t forget that deep down, you really are an obedient little servant.” Eris smirked as the dragoness couldn’t even look her in the eyes. “You know, with Spike growing up, I’m sure Twilight will be in the market for a new dragon helper soon.”

“Shut up!” Ember whined.

Eris slipped a pacifier back into Ember’s mouth, as if to say “No, you!”. The dragon couldn’t even bring herself to whine, suckling automatically on the device. 

“Now then,” Eris attention turned to Limestone, who couldn’t fight back a sharp moan at that inconvenient moment. With a chuckle, Eris said, “Now it’s our big baby's turn in the hot seat.”

With a snap, Limestone didn’t float over. She teleported, switching places with Ember. The poor dragoness ended up right below the thrashing griffon, and once more had the pulsating feeling of the vibrator assaulting her diaper.

“MmmFF!” Ember cried out. But she was too horny to stop herself, throwing her body into the grinding motion that Gilda so desperately hated and loved at the same time. Within seconds, they were humping each other’s brains out.

Limestone looked away, partially out of jealousy. Her own marehood was left woefully unattended to now, stuck sitting in messy padding. She couldn’t believe she somehow wanted more.

And more came.

Eris dug her paw back into messy padding, pressing deep into Limestone. A new moan escaped the pony before she could stop it.

“What are you…” Limestone suddenly found it harder to think again. “What are you… What…”

Eris giggled. “See Limestone, isn’t it great to not think? Just like the big baby you’ve always wanted to be?”

That snapped her back to reality. Shaking her head, she insisted, “no, I don’t!” Where had Eris even come up with such a ludicrous idea?

With her claw, the draconequus tugged at Limestone poofy skirt. “You sure? Because your outfit sure says differently.” Another deep press into her crotch as Eris whispered into her ear, “and so does your stinky diaper, you naughty filly.”

Limestone recoiled. “Shut up! It does not!”

“Oh-ho-ho,” Eris covered her mouth to hide that devilish smile. “And what a fussy baby you make, too.” She hooked an arm around Limestone’s head and brought her in tight for a hug. Limestone still squirmed due to the invader at her crotch. “It must have been hard to live on a rock farm, huh? I’ll bet you had to grow up too quickly as the oldest of four sisters.”

Limestone bit her lip as the pressure between her legs grew. Don’t cum. Don’t cum! “S-S-So?”

“I just figured you may be trying to get those lost childhood years back. Do you think that’s why you lash out at everypony? Because you’re angry they got to spend so much time as carefree foals while you had to work so hard?”

Don’t cum! “N-No!” Limestone’s whole face was red. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken a breath. On the floor, Ember and Gilda were moaning in unison as their dirty diaper humping reached a crescendo.

“I think yes,” Eris insisted. “You know deep down what you really want to be is a…” She grabbed a fistful of padding and squeezed. “...a good girl.”

“UUUUooOOuuHHhhhFFff!” Limestone came. Heat poured out of her marehood, building up through her whole body until every part of her was hot.

Twin moans from below signified Ember and Gilda weren’t far behind. The two hugged tightly, feeling their unified climaxes.

Limestone, still in the throes of her own, needed someone to hold to. She held Eris, clinging to the draconequus torso despite her now pink face matching her dress. “Gah~ A-Ah~ Unnnf…”

Before she was even fully calmed down, Eris had set her on the ground. Limestone’s plot sank into her dirty padding, and now she couldn’t even ignore how gross that was anymore.

Gilda seemed finally capable of rolling off Ember, ending up with her back to the carpet as she breathed heavily. The vibrator tumbled from its perch and disappeared with a poof before hitting the ground.

“You… sick… freak!” Ember moaned from behind her pacifier, kicking her legs in disgust.

Now that Limestone was coming down from her high, she had to agree. “What the hay, Eris?!”

The draconequus just laughed. “What? I’m not the one who just made cummies in my diapees. I think you girls are projecting a little.”

“Shut it!” Gilda cried, throwing off her bit gag, feathers red from her blush. “I am going to end you for this!”

“Hmmm, I guess your treatment ultimately wasn’t as effective as I hoped.” Eris tapped her chin as the trio recovered. Ember and Gilda refused to even look at each other. “But we can always do another session. What do you think girls? Same time tomorrow?”

“NO!”

Eris smiled. “Excellent. I’ll see you then.”

And then she snapped.





Dragons were crowded in Ember’s throne room, pushing, shoving, roaring, and spitting fire as they all tried to squeeze in. Ever since the Dragon Lord’s disappearance earlier that day, word had spread all too quickly. Some had searched, other’s had called for an immediate Gauntlet of Fire to decide a new Dragon Lord. Many power hungry drakes had agreed, but so far the searchers had kept them at bay.

“Anybody seen her yet?” Someone called out to the room.

“No! I’m telling you, she’s gone!”

“Probably hanging out with those wimpy ponies again.”

“So what do we do now?”

The confusion and chaos wouldn’t continued for hours to come, when all of a sudden Dragon Lord Ember appeared in a flash of white light, plopping on her throne with a loud squish.

Silence descended as the discombobulated dragon collected herself, before noticing her pacifier, maid outfit, and dirty diaper were all still in tact. And then she looked up, and noticed the throng of her subjects, all staring at her in disbelief.

Ember curled up in her seat, squishing her diaper even more. Cringing, she suckled her pacifier for instinctual comfort, and whined.





“Hey Gabby,” Greta approached the mail griffon, singling her out as the only one in the busy town square of Griffinstone who could actually help her out.

“Greta!” Gabby waved to her. “Need your mail earlier than usual? I can—”

“No, it’s not that. Have you seen Gilda?” Greta asked. “She just kind of… vanished earlier.”

“Vanished?” Gabby cocked her head. “Vanished how?”

“Well…” Greta scratched the back of her head as she tried to put words to the experience. “There was this flash of light—”

There was a flash of light, and Gilda suddenly stood between them. Wobbling on unsteady… hooves? And radiating a smell that made Greta take a step back, coughing.

“Aww, what in the—?” And then she saw the filthy diaper on Gilda’s rear. Most of Griffonstone saw it, actually, as the bustling square just seemed to freeze in time, each taking in the messy griffon-pony who had just appeared. Snickers rippled through them, before nearly everyone erupted with rancorous laughter at the display before them.

All except Greta and Gabby, who were still at ground zero for the stink and struggling to recover.

Gilda scrambled to cover her ears with her… hooves? Her face ignited with a brilliant red. 

“I’m gonna kill that freak!” Gilda screamed.





“So you claim Limestone has simply... disappeared?” Cloudy Quartz asked her daughter.

“Mmhmm,” Marble said, smally.

“And you have not a clue where it was she went?” Igneous inquired with a raised brow.

“Mmhmm.”

The three Pies all stood in silence for a moment, letting the emptiness of their home speak for itself. It was hard to fully wrap their minds around. Igneous would have been certain his daughter was lying… if she were capable of something like that. Cloudy was sure she was on the verge of fainting.

Then, a brightly dressed pony appeared in the air before them. She yelped as she fell to the ground, between the three of them. Her bright pink dress called a lot of attention to herself in the dull grey room, but her noisy, filthy diaper dominated everypony’s focus after a moment.

Limestone groaned as she sat up, and then froze. Igneous, Cloudy, and Marble all stared at her in shock, jaws on the floor. Nopony said anything for a moment, and when Limestone moved to get up, she heard her diaper squish and cringed. In that moment, she realized she was still wearing everything that draconequus had forced on her.

“I can explain!”