>You are Anon.
>And you're making progress. Maybe.
>On the one hoof, you're still a filly, with an embarassing outfit to match.
>But you now have the leverage you need to "convince" bookhorse to turn you back into a human.
>Buuut in the process, you might've kinda sorta implicitly agreed to be sunhorse's baby for a couple days.
>...Well, it beats being stuck with Twilight, so that's something?
>Whatever.
>"Wake up, little Anon..."
"(yawn) Ugh... wait, did I doze off?"
>"(soft laugh) It seems that way, yes."
"...Huh. Alright, then."
>You have a look around. Sunhorse is escorting you through a wide hallway; well-lit, regally decorated.
"This is the palace, right? I've been a few times, but I don't recall this place."
>"I doubt you would; this is a private wing of the castle. You're only allowed in here with royal permission."
>She sets you down and lets you stretch your legs a bit. You follow behind her.
>"As long as you stay in this wing, no one should bother you."
"...Besides you."
>"(snicker) Besides me, of course. And perhaps a few servants, but most of them should be occupied at the moment. As for myself..."
>You enter what you assume to be the princess' bedchamber. She steps onto her bed and pulls an old book from her nightstand.
>In contrast to Twilight's dusty old shelves, Celestia's books are spotless. The perks of having servants, you suppose.
>She gestures towards the bedroom door, still open and rather enticing.
>"I'm going to lie down and read for a while. You are free to have a look around, if you wish."
>A bit of time to yourself, without anypony around to baby you? Yes, please.
>"Don't stray too far, though."
"If you say so..."

>"...Oh, and one more thing:"
>She hoists your back end a few inches off the floor for a moment, holding you by the frills of your dress.
>"This? Stays on. We can't have a little filly like yourself running around naked, can we~?"
"Ugh..."
>"Anon..."
"(groan) Fine."
>She snickers again, and returns your back legs to the ground.
>Before she can get another word in, you're out the door.
>It's a nice change of pace to not get carried around everywhere.
>You meander for a while, admiring the palace architec-- oof!
>In a moment of distraction, you bump into someone.
>"Well, who do we have here~?"
>You look up, and two mares dressed in maids' attire are looking back down at you.
>You try to shuffle past. The elder of the two, a silver-maned pegasus, blocks your path.
>"Ah-ah-ah; where do you think you're going?"
"Oh, me? I was just, um, going--"
>The younger maid, a red-maned unicorn, lifts you up and coos at you.
>"There's no need to be shy, little one. What's your name?"
"Um, Anon."
>The silver mare sets down the laundry basket she was carrying, then examines your dress and tugs at your diaper.
>"You must be the little foal that miss Celestia brought with her."
"Oh, well, I'm not actually a foal; this is jus--"
>"That's nice, sweetie." (pat) (pat) (pat)

>The red mare turns you around and rocks you back and forth, continuing to fawn over you.
>(At least someone here's enjoying herself.)
>"Well, I think you're just the sweetest little filly I've ever seen; with your cute little dress and your scruffy little mane and your poofy little bottom..." (pat) (pat) "(giggle) Why, I could just dress you up and brush you and cradle you in my hooves all day~."
>Yyyeah, that ain't happening, lady.
"Uhh, th... that won't be necessary, thank you. Please put me down now."
>The younger mare pouts. The elder stifles a laugh.
>"(sigh) Alright..."
>The maid gently lowers you back down, then gives your diaper one last squeeze.
>"Oh, but if you ever need a change, (snicker) just let one of us know."
>You roll your eyes. Like hell you're gonna willingly submit to that.
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
>"Run along now, little Annie."
>Finally, something we agree on.
>You scurry off, hoping to get as far away from the two mares as possible.
>You don't bother to ask for either of their names. If that little run-in was any indication, you should probably try to avoid those two from now on.
>After wandering the palace halls for a while longer, you settle yourself in a small garden.
>It's... quiet.
>Peaceful, even.
>...For a moment, you long for a computer and an internet connection.
>Nevermind. You can find other ways to occupy your time.
>Even if your options are somewhat... limited, right now.

>You hear a grandfather clock chime from the other room.
>Now that you think of it, you've been a filly for at least twenty-four hours.
>...And most of that time was spent with either a sore bottom, a diaper, or both.
>...Fucking Twilight.
>You're gonna get her back for this, with or without Celestia's help.
>But for now, you're content to wait and see what sunhorse has in mind.
>Though you're also pretty sure she's screwing with you for her own amusement (hence why you're still dressed up like a damn foal), and helping you out just happens to be a side effect.
>Whatever works, you suppose.
>You hear hoofsteps coming closer, and look up.
>The pegasus maid you bumped into earlier is hovering over you.
"Hmm? What d'you want?"
>"Anon, dear? Miss Celestia sent me."
"...Okay, what does SHE want?"
>The mare giggles and stands you up, directing you towards the hallway.
>"Oh, she just wanted me to fetch you for her. It's time for your feeding..."
"Ugh, seriously? I thought we-- urk!"
>She tugs on the collar of your dress, leading you inside.
>"She told me you might not cooperate, little Anon... but she also said not to take 'no' for an answer."
"Leggo! You c--" (SPANK) "Uhn!"
>Dammit, not this again.
>"A young foal like yourself is in no position to be making demands."

>She forces your front end down and your back end up, and smacks your bottom a few more times.
>For a very (ow) brief moment, you're almost (ow) grateful for the extra padding.
"(huff) Cut it out!" (SPANK) "Oof! I told you before, lady, I'm not a foal..."
>"Well, either way, you're still a naughty little filly who needs to do as she's told. Now, march!" (SPANK)
"I'm going, I'm going! Jeez!"
>You walk down the hallway, staying ahead of the maid's reach.
>Celestia is waiting to greet you as you reenter her chamber.
>"(giggle) Hello, sweetie."
>You stand at the doorway for a moment, until the maid catches up to you and sends you into the room with a slap to the behind.
>"She's all yours, milady. (Little brat...)"
>"Thank you, dear."
>Sunhorse waves a large milk bottle in front of you.
>"Alright, hon. You know what comes next~."
"...No."
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Excuse me?"
"I didn't sign up for getting babied all day. I want-- oy!"
>The silver-maned pony tugs your dress again and leads you forward.
>"Come now, child. Now is not the time f--"
"Lay off! (huff)"
>"(scoff) Well, I never!"
>"Hush, little Anon. There's nothing to be embarassed about."
"Ohhhhyes there is."
>"Well, I'm sure that we ca--"
"No! It's bad enough getting force-fed like a goddamn foal; I don't need a fucking audie-- wha!"
>Celestia lifts you up and pulls you towards her.
>"I'm sorry; what was that, dear?"

>She raises your dress and brushes your tail aside.
"Hey! Whad'you think y--" (SPANK) "Eep!"
>"I will not tolerate that sort of attitude in my chambers." (pat) (pat) (SPANK)
"But, Celestiaaa!"
>(pat) "That's 'Miss Celestia' to you, young lady."
>With a satisfied nod, the maid steps out of the room and leaves the two of you alone.
>Sunhorse seems content to just lightly tap your bottom.
"(Come on!)" (pat) (pat) "(Oof. What gives?)"
>She leans in and quietly drops her 'stern mother' voice.
>"(I'm sorry, hon, but I can't let you go around and mouth off in front of my servants.)" (pat) "(This is just a warning right now,)" (pat) "(but if you cause any more trouble, then I might be persuaded to spank you for real.)" (pat-pat-pat) "(Understand?)"
>You blush a bit. Somehow, this is more embarassing than the actual spanking you got five minutes ago.
"(groan) (Fine. Just get it over with.)"
>"(giggle) (Very good.)" (pat) (pat) "(Now, where were we? Ah, yes, of course:)"
>She switches back to the mommy voice.
>"So, you're going to behave yourself?"
"(sigh) Yes..."
>"And you're going to drink your milk, like a good little pony?" (pat) (pat) (pat)
"Ugh. Yes, 'miss Celestia'."
>"And after that, you're going to take your nap?" (pat) (pat)
"(...I don't really have a choice in the matter, do I.)"
>"(snicker) (Not really, no.)"
"(Of cooourse.)"

>Once your mock-spanking is over, sunhorse cradles you.
>She bottle-feeds you, gently swaying you back and forth.
>"There, there, little Anon."
"This is demeaning. (suck) (suck)"
>"Say that as much as you want, hon. (giggle) It's not going to change my mind."
"(sigh) Yeah, yeah, I know."
>You finish your milk, and she turns you over and pats your back.
>"Alright, hon. Naptime..."
>You let out a tired sigh as she floats you across the room.
>She pauses for a moment.
>"Oh! I almost forgot."
>Celestia dips her horn to cast a spell.
>You watch a small, filly-sized bed summon and assemble itself in front of you-- frame, mattress, sheets, and a rather large pillow.
>"There... perfect."
"Show-off."
>"Hush, you."
>She sets you on the bed, resting your head on the pillow (which is exactly as soft as it looks).
"Heh."
>Sunhorse looks at you quizzically.
"Oh, it's just... at this point, I was expecting a crib."
>She smirks.
>"Well, if you insist..."
"...Wait, I didn't mea--"
>There's a blink of light and a clattering of wood, and suddenly you're behind bars.
"...It was a JOKE, Celestia."
>"(giggle) I know."
>You and your big mouth.
>She drapes a blanket on you and tucks you in, humming softly.
>Within a few minutes, you drift into a relatively peaceful nap.

>You wake up an hour or two later.
>Well, that was... nice? Maybe?
>You yawn, and stretch your legs a bit.
>(And bump against the bars of your crib. Goddammit, Celestia.)
>Aaand you just realized you need to pee.
>ohboy.jpg
>Should be able to hold it for long enough, hopefully.
>You're about to let yourself out when the bars lower themselves for you.
>"Did you enjoy your nap, little Anon?"
>Sunhorse watches you climb out and orient yourself.
"...I guess, yeah."
>She smiles, then summons a hairbrush (presumably to straighten out your bed-head), but you push it away.
"Umm... which way is the bathroom? I sorta need to... y'know."
>"Hmm? Oh, that won't be necessary, hon."
>She gives your bottom a squeeze.
"Ha, ha. No, really."
>"..."
"...You don't seriously expect me t--"
>"There's no shame in it, child. At least not for someone in your... (snicker) predicament."
>She strokes your mane a few times with the brush.
"A-actually, there kinda is. A fair bit of it, in fact. Just sayin'."
>"Well, there should a washroom somewhere down the hall; you're free to look for it. Or, you could stay here, relieve yourself, and I'll change you in private."
"(grumble) I'll take my chances."
>"If you insist..."
>The bedroom door swings open, and you scurry into the hall.

>Dammit, why do all of these doors look the same?
>And why did you not bother to check most of them earlier?
>Whatever. No time for hindsight right now. You're in a rush, here.
>You hear water from behind a closed door.
>On the one hand (hoof, whatever), this could be a bathroom.
>On the other, the sound of running water is not helping you right now!
>You squirm as you try to pull the door open.
>(grumble) Stupid - tiny - body - can - barely - reach - the - fucking - knob. (grunt)
>Why do these ponies even, (grunt) use doorknobs, anyway? No opposable thumbs!
>While you're struggling, a voice interrupts you.
>"Aww, what's wrong, sweetie?"
>Ohhhno. This is the last pony you want to deal with right now.
"(grumble) Nothing..."
>Just as soon as you've pried the door ajar, the unicorn maid hoists you into the air.
>Not now! Not when you're this close!
>"Doesn't sound like nothing..."
"Let go of me, you crazy-- oof!"
>"Now, now, little one. There's no need to make such a fuss."
>You flail and squirm, but you can't shake her magical grasp.
>Aaaaaaand there it goes.
>Dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit!
>Your bladder slowly vacates itself, taking your last shred of dignity with it.
>The maid giggles, clearly amused by your plight.
>"I think somepony~ needs a change..."
>You let out an annoyed groan as the mare plays with the frills of your dress.
>She takes you inside the room you were trying to enter.
>It was, in fact, a bathroom. Fuck everything.
>You're helpless as she floats you over to a changing table, lifts your dress, and removes your diaper.
>"There, there, little foal..."
"(groan) I keep telling you, I'm not a foa-- mmph!"
>"(giggle) We'll see about that once I'm through with you~."

>You... don't like the sound of that. At all.
>You try to squirm away, but the red-haired mare pins you down.
>Curse your tiny, easily-overpowered body!
>She rummages through the cupboard underneath you.
>"Just hold still, Annie."
>She spreads your back legs, then holds you in place as she wipes down your crotch.
>(Geez, that's cold.)
>You watch the mare set down a thick diaper beside you.
>...And stack another one on top of that.
>ohheeeeeellno.png
"You wouldn't!"
>She turns you on your belly, hoists your tail vertical, and starts to dust your bottom with powder.
>"Oh, (giggle) I'll dress you up all nice," (pat) "and padded," (pat) "and cozy," (pat) "so everyone can see what a cute little baby you are~."
"Ohhhno. I did not sign up for this! You canno-- mmph!"
>The mare silences you with a pacifier. Deja vu...
>Once your rear end has been thoroughly powdered, she turns you back over and re-diapers you.
>Despite your struggling, she forces the second diaper on shortly after.
>"There, see?" (pat) (pat) "Nice and cozy."
"(groan) This is duuumb."
>"Oh, hush."
>The mare pulls your dress back down, then decides to doll you up further.
>She's halfway through tying a large bow into your mane when Celestia decides to check on you.
>Sunhorse examines the scene, then laughs softly.
>"Run into a bit of trouble, hon?"
>"Oh, she had an 'accident' in the hallway. I already gave her a change; I was just, um, prettying her up a bit, for you."
"(whine) (Heeeelp.)"

>Celestia addresses her servant.
>"I think I can take over from here, dear. Besides, I think young miss Anon would like a bit of privacy..."
>"Um, yes, milady."
>The maid obediently exits the room. You're pretty sure you can hear her mutter something on her way out, about Celestia "getting to have all the fun".
"Um, thank you, I think."
>"You're welcome, Anon."
>She takes you down from the changing table.
>You're about to pull the second diaper off, but Celestia pulls it back into place.
>"Ah-ah-ah, not yet."
"Oh, come on! This is--"
>"(snicker) Consider yourself lucky you're only wearing two. I hear any more complaining, and, well..."
"(huff) Fine. Whatever you say, 'ma'am'."
>She smirks.
>"That's more like it. And I must admit, she was right... you do look adorable. Especially with that little pout of yours."
"Hmmph. You're enjoying this a bit too much, methinks."
>"Maybe, maybe not. (giggle) In either case, lest you forget, you still have to do as I say for a while."
>Sunhorse makes for the hallway.
>You try to follow, but stumble a bit; two thick layers of padding around your flank is not conducive to free movement.
"Ugh. I can barely walk in this getup."
>"Then I suppose I'll have to carry you."
>Siiigh. Well, that autonomy was fun while it lasted.
>You fiddle with your mane a bit, trying to--
>"The bow stays on too, hon."
>Dammit.

>Sunhorse returns you to your crib.
>"I have matters to attend to, Anon. So, hmm... (giggle) just sit there and look cute for a while until I return, okay?"
"(groan) Yes, ma'am."
>Not like you have much of a choice.
>She offers you a selection of books from her shelf, so you can at least enjoy the peace and quiet.
>Afternoon gives way to evening.
>You've halfway dozed off again when you realize that Celestia's back.
"...How long have you...?"
>"(snicker) Another nap, hon?"
"Well, it's not like there's much else to do."
>"I see. Well, since you're unoccupied..."
>She lowers the bars of your crib and offers you a large bottle.
"(groan) This again?"
>"Yes."
>You set down the book you were (sorta) reading.
"...What, you're not gonna force-feed me this time?"
>"As long as you don't give me any more sass, Anon. (soft laugh) Just a warning, though: if you do, then we skip the bottle and I breastfeed you instead."
>She's... probably not bluffing with that one. Because, you know. Magic.
>Either way, it's not worth the trouble.
"Ugh. Forget I said anything. (suck)"
>You turn away from her, but you still feel her watching.
>"Remember, Anon; every last drop."
"Hmmph. (suck) (suck)"
>Once you've finished embarassing yourself yet again, sunhorse lifts you up and pats your back.
>"As long as you're here in my care, you will be receiving regular feedings." (pat) (pat) "I suggest you get accustomed to it sooner rather than later."
"Yeah, yeah, whatev(urp)."
>Satisfied, she lets you return to your books for a while.
>Some time after sundown, you hear her call for you.
>"Oh, Anooon~!"
"...Now what?"
>"Come here, hon. (giggle) Bathtime."

>Celestia summons a small washtub in the middle of the room, followed by a bath brush.
>Greeeat.
>But, on the bright side:
"Does that mean I can take this shit off now?"
>You glance backwards at your dress.
>Sunhorse taps you softly on your rump.
>"Language, little one... but yes, you may."
>She conjures up a steady stream of water and starts to fill the tub. (Well, that's one way to do it, you suppose.)
>While she's preparing the bath, she allows you to undress yourself.
>Within a minute, you're free of the babyish attire, and lie there a bare filly.
>You've never been so relieved to be naked in your life.
>...Royal audience notwithstanding.
>"...Need a moment?"
"...Yes, please."
>You stretch your back legs and relax a bit.
>Celestia takes the time to collect your old dress, then pull out more supplies.
>A towel or two, a bar of soap, bottles of what you assume to be shampoo, and so on.
>You don't really care at the moment. You're content to not be dressed up like a foal, even if only for a minute.
>"...Enjoy it while you can, Anon. (snicker) You're going right back onto that changing table as soon as we're done."
"(sigh) Yeah, I figured as much."

>She lifts you up.
>"Alright, into the tub with you."
>Sunhorse dips you into the warm water.
>Once she's sure you're somewhat comfortable, she pours some water over your head and starts to brush you.
"I still fail to see"(splash) "blrb, why this is all necessary." (splish)
>"Oh?"
"I mean, last I checked, Twilight didn't actually turn me into a foal. Hell, I could probably pass for a grade-school filly at least."
>"And instead you're here?"
>She raises one of your back legs and lathers it with soap.
"Getting scrubbed down and dressed up by a mare several times my size? Yeah."
>"Hmm."
>She ponders for a moment.
>"Now that you mention it, (giggle) you would look just adorable~ in one of those little schoolfilly outfits..."
>Note to self, stop giving her ideas.
"Ugh, pass." (splish) "Being forced into a diaper is (blub)ullshit enough."
>Celestia floats a soap bar in front of you.
>"Now, now, hon. One more crack like that and I'll have to wash your mouth out as well."
"(grumble) Yes, ma'am."
>"...However, I do see why this would be frustrating for you."
>She turns you over and starts to brush your back.
"(sigh) ...Well, Twilight I sorta understand. We spent most of yesterday trying to piss each other off. (Literally, in one case. Uh, hehe.)"
>"Really, now? (tsk) Naughty girl."
>As Celestia's brushing your raised tail, she gives your bottom a few pats.
"(Oof!) But, um, she was actively trying to humiliate me." (splish) "What's YOUR excuse?"

>Celestia pauses, then laughs to herself.
>"Well... perhaps when I saw you this morning, and realized what my prize pupil had done to you, I decided there was no harm in playing along."
>Once she's finished washing you, she takes you from the tub, wraps you in a towel, and starts drying you off.
"(huff) Forgive me if I'm not convinced."
>Sunhorse smiles and sets you down on the changing table.
>She hums softly as she powders your rear end and sits you onto a new diaper.
>(Only one layer, thank you.)
>"And yes, Anon, I could help you out of your predicament with no strings attached."
>She smirks, then starts patting your re-diapered bottom.
>"...But this is more fun." (pat) (pat)
"...So you admit you're just fucking with me?" (SPANK) "Oof!"
>Her pats become firm swats.
>...Right. The swearing. You should probably (ow) remember to not do that until this is all (ow) over with.
"Okay!" (SPANK) "Uhn! Sorry."
>"Whatever my reasons may be, I still won't tolera--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know." (pat)
>You sigh in resignation. Sunhorse continues to pat you softly, as if giving you another mock-spanking.
>Afterwards, she zips you up into some footed pajamas, dark blue.
>To her credit, this is probably the most comfortable thing you've worn today.
>Looking in the mirror, you notice that your bottom still puffs out, leaving it quite obvious what's underneath.
>You watch in the mirror as Celestia oh-so-helpfully buttons up your dropseat.
>"There. All cozy?"
"Yes, ma'am..."

>She sighs, then sits down on her bed and pulls you under her wing.
>"Now, Anon, I know you're not entirely pleased with our little agreement."
"Y... you could say that, yeah."
>"But I really do appreciate you putting up with it for this long, and I do want to take care of you as long as you're here."
>You close your eyes for a minute and feel sunhorse strokes your back, her wing like a warm blanket.
>"And, well, if there was something I could do for you, in exchange for a little more... cooperation... you need only to ask."
"...Well, I'm not about to roll over and act like a baby, if that's what you're suggesting."
>"Nothing of the sort, hon. (Besides, at this point, whether or not you act like one is irrelevant; you'll be treated like one anyway, with or without my input.)"
>She giggles to herself, then gives your bottom a squeeze.
"(grumble) (Of course.)"
>"I'm just wondering if we can find a more... comfortable arrangement."
>You think it over for a minute.
"Well... a bit of personal space would be nice. I mean, not getting coddled, or carried around everywhere, or having a bottle or a pacifier shoved in my mouth whenever, or yeah."
>"Hmm... fair enough. But in return, should I summon you for a bath, or a change, or a feeding, you won't make such a fuss about it?"
>Well, it's still embarassing as hell, but it's a better deal than you started today with.
>Which was a better deal than you ended yesterday with.
>Baby steps, Anon. (Figuratively speaking, of course.)
"I'll... (sigh) I'll consider it."
>"That will suffice, child. Now, excuse me for a moment..."

>You see a bright flash, as Celestia summons a... phone?
>Huh. One of those old rotary phones, it looks like.
"Ooookay, then."
>She dials.
>(RING) (RING) (click)
>"Um, hello? This is Twilight Sparkle."
>Despite the phone's appearance, bookhorse's voice comes through crystal-clear.
>She probably doesn't know she's on speaker, though, so you keep quiet.
>"Good evening, dear."
>"Oh! Um! H-hello, ma'am. Ho-how can I...?"
>"(giggle) We've been over this, dear; there's no need to call me 'ma'am'."
>"Um, o-of course."
>"I just thought I'd check in and let you know how our little friend is doing..."
>You can practically hear Twilight sweating bullets.
>"Icanexplai--"
>"A talkative little darling, I must say. All sorts of... fascinating things."
>"W-whateverhetoldyouitsnottrue!"
>"And don't worry, dear; plenty of milk and an early bedtime, as requested. I just tucked her in a few minutes ago... oh, were you saying something? I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that last part."
>Dead silence.
>"..."
>"Um, I mean, h-she... n-nevermind. T-tell her I said hi."
>"Alright, dear. We can drop by tomorrow, if you'd like..."
>"T-that'd be... um? Great? Okaygoodnight-"(click)

"Wait, she hung up? Rude."
>"I suppose ettiquette was never her strong suit, either."
"So... what, you're just gonna lead her on for a while, just for the hell of it?"
>"That is... one way to interpret it."
>You laugh.
"You know she's gonna figure it out eventually."
>"Perhaps, perhaps not."
"...And in the meantime, you're gonna keep 'mommy'ing me and treating me like a foal, also just for the hell of it?"
>Celestia smirks.
"...You're twisted, lady. Y'know that, right?"
>"I try my best, hon."
>She lifts you up again.
>"Alright, Anon, I really should be putting you to bed now."
"Fine, fine. (yawn) But, ca--"
>"Ah-ah-ah, first things first..."
>She unbuttons your dropseat and tugs at your diaper.
>"Does somepony~ need a change before bedtime?"
>sonofabitch.png
"Well, I WAS gonna ask if I could go and use the bathroom, but..."
>"..."
"..."
>"..."
"(sigh) ...I'm not getting out of this one, am I?"
>"(giggle) No."
"...Dammit."

-

EPILOGUE

>After a couple more days, Twilight's paranoia got the better of her.
>The mare was a nervous wreck by the time she finally freaked out and confessed everything.
>And you're pretty sure she never cottoned on to your and Celestia's little... collusion.
>Sunhorse didn't even grant her the dignity of fixing her own mistake; she undid the spell herself.
>Either way, long story short, you're human again.
>Ye gods, it feels good to have actual hands. (Among other things...)
>It took the better part of a day to get readjusted, but you're not complaining.
>Things are finally returning to how they were before this whole... incident.
>...For the most part.
>"You're sure you can look after the library on your own for a bit?"
"Shouldn't be too difficult."
>"If you need anything, please, let me know. It's the least I can do, after she caused you all of this trouble."
>"Of course, ma'am. But, uh, if anyone asks..."
>"Oh? Hmm... just let them know that Twilight will be out of town for the week."
>"A week!?"
>The filly lying naked on the changing table in the middle of the room lets out a loud squeak.
>Celestia gently shushes her.
>"Yes, dear, a week."
>"B-but-- mmph!"
>"Ah-ah-ah. No 'but's. If you behave yourself, I may consider letting you off early. Otherwise... (soft laugh) well, you'll see."
>Twilight's face turns a bright red, and she continues to whine.
>You keep watching; Celestia soon has her powdered, padded, and dressed up in a pink onesie.
>"There. Doesn't she look just darling?"
"(chuckle) Adorable."

>"We should be going soon. Just one thing to do, first..."
>Sunhorse lays on her side, and pulls the filly toward her.
>Twilight's eyes go wide.
>"(whine) Miss Celestiaaa!"
>"Now, now, dear..."
>"B-but, nnph! N-not in front of-- mmmmph! (suck) (suck)"
>You watch and try not to laugh as Celestia holds her prize pupil in place, pressed firmly against the royal teat.
>You and sunhorse exchange a smirk. She knows you're getting a kick out of this.
>Bookhorse, on the other hand, kicks and fusses the whole way through, but the princess easily subdues her.
>Once Celestia decides that Twilight's had her fill, she turns her around and pats her back.
>"Well, I think we must be going now. You and I have a lot to talk about... right, sweetie~?"
>"(urp) Y-y-yes, m-ma'am..."
>Sunhorse's horn glows. She summons a stroller, and lifts up the embarassed little filly.
"Oh, before you leave... may I?"
>"(snicker) Very well."
>You look bookhorse right in her little eyes, and smirk.
>You turn her around, lift her tail, and give her bottom a few firm swats.
>"Eep!"
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" (pat-pat-pat) "Have fun, 'sweetie'."
>Twilight whines again as Celestia sets her into the stroller and escorts her out the door.
>Left alone at last, you sit back, recline, and pour yourself a shot.
>You sit and ponder little filly Twilight, in a diaper, bawling as Celestia spanks her sorry little behind.
>You almost feel sorry about it, but then you realize: nope!
>After what she put you though? Fuck her.
>You are Anon.
>And it's good to be back.

THE END