My Little Fetish: Friendship is Kinky

Suddenly, the door is thrown open, and you now see a rather recognisable unicorn standing in front of you. Fuck. "Hello, Trixie." Twilight says malevolently, taking a few steps towards the pair of you, her diaper and saddlebags swaying a little as the mare moved. Trixie's initial surprise turns to anger as she looks at...

"You!" She cries furiously. "You led her back here, didn't you?" She's cut off by Twilight.

"Not deliberately," Twilight says. "But to be honest, the leaking diaper wasn't hard to follow, and the sudden shout of 'I want my diapers changed because I messed in them' confirmed where your caravan was." You glare at Trixie again, but the look is lost on her as she's turned back to Twilight. Trixie then magically picks up a flower vase from a table and flings it at Twilight, who grabs it in midair and throws it back at Trixie. The showmare's reactions aren't as good as Twilight's it would seem, as the vase smashes over Trixie's head and knocks her out. Twilight locks the door with her magic and her horn lights up.

Meanwhile, you stand there like a lemon in your sagging diaper, but there isn't much else you can do; the door's now locked, so there's no chance of escape, and besides, Twilight would catch you as soon as you tried anything. "Ah ha!" Twilight says, her magic dying down. She then lifts a table off the rug in the middle of the room, folds back the rug and lifts up a few floorboards to reveal a goldmine of ABDL fetish equipment- and things for some other fetishes too. There's everything from diapers and dummies to spreaders and stuffers down there.

Twilight pulls out a large amount of the items in the treasure trove and sets about making a diaper. But for who? you wonder, as Twilight folds up a piece of terry cloth and lays it on the floor. On top of this go four thick diapers, each with a few slashes in the back and two or three soaker panels on top of each one. Trixie, still out cold, is then levitated onto the whole arrangement and Twilight tapes up each diaper, pins up the terry cloth and slips on her a pair of pink, plastic baby pants. Trixie's flank now sitting almost three inches off the ground, Twilight finishes with a spell.

"That'll stop her from causing any trouble..." Twilight mutters. Presumably it's something to stop Trixie using magic. Another spell, and your gut feels a little more like it's supposed to. "I figured you'd want your continence back." She says matter-of-factly. "For now, anyway." Twilight then repeats the process to make another diaper, and turns to you. "Lie down." she says bluntly. You don't move. "Now." She says more forcefully. "Don't make momma get angry." Unwillingly, you do so, and Twilight places the changing mat underneath you, before removing your filthy diaper (there are small graces, at least), cleaning you up and wrapping the huge diaper and another pair of baby pants around your flanks.

At this point you mistakenly think that this is enough punishment before Twilight picks up two sets of horrifyingly demeaning baby clothes. They're lacy, pink and simply too much in every way. You shake your head vigourously as the unicorn advances towards you. "Oh no." You say. "The diapers were one thing, but I am not wearing those!"

"Oh, don't worry." Twilight replies with a dry smile. "I don't need your compliance. If anything it would make this less fun." backed up against the wall, she picks you up with her magic and you flail about helplessly. Trixie is picked up as well and she stirs, groaning. Putting all her words into an evil grin, Twilight starts to clothe you both, her magic holding you steady as you writhe helplessly, putting you in tiny smocks, wool booties and frilly bonnets. Before either of you can voice any kind of complaint, dummies are forced into your mouths and the ribbons tied around the backs of your heads. Twilight puts you down on your well-padded rears and whatever remains of your dignity is destroyed as you look at Trixie and see the words 'Twilight's special little foal' embroidered on her midsection, and you realise that there must be a similar message on your smock as well.

"Excellent! You two are just adorable!" Twilight says gleefully. You feel like crying. "Anyway. Last spell." Twilight pulls a rather old-looking book out of her saddlebags and flicks through it. Her horn lights up once more, an ethereal substance swirling and streaming around the room. Finally the spell finishes, and you and Trixie find yourselves...