Diaper Dash

by lunarrush

First published 21st of April, 2019

Rainbow Dash gets dragged into a strange game by Discord.

Rainbow Dash gets dragged out of the blue into a game by Discord. It's... odd...

Warning: Contains diapers and diaper usage.

Round one

Rainbow Dash’s eyes went wide. Flaring her wings out she tried to stop before she touched the huge portal that had suddenly opened before her, but at her speed, she had no chance to avoid soaring straight in. Plunging into the unknown, she was transported across a strange, empty void and then emerged into somewhere dark and quiet. She kept slowing down as her eyes struggled to adjust to the lack of light and soon hit the ground with a confused grunt, her impact much softer then she had expected.

Dash got to her hooves and looked around warily. She knew Discord had to be behind this. “Hey, come out! I know you’re here!” the flustered pony shouted into the darkness as she squinted to the edge of her vision and tried to clear her head.

As if on cue, a brilliantly bright spotlight shone down on Dash. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden change, she saw Discord illuminated in another spotlight on the opposite end of an otherwise dark stage. “Ahh, welcome,” the draconequus said with a confident smirk plastered on his face, “to my latest contestant!”

Dash stood dumbstruck as more stage lights began to illuminate the area. They were on a large, almost empty stage with a giant scoreboard floating over it. She saw a contestant picture of herself posted on the board that left no doubt as to Discord’s intentions. She was on one of those old shows where contestants try to win prizes by being good enough at crazy challenges.

“What sort of a game is this?” Dash asked, her interest piqued.

Winning a game could be fun, so rather than search for an exit, she was willing to play along. She’d always wanted to star on one of these game shows, especially if it meant winning a cool prize.

Discord chuckled as he responded, “Well, this is my latest game show. I’ve not decided on a name for it yet, but I need another tester. So, I figured why not take the pony who is best at games and give her a chance to try it out.”

Dash knew the draconequus was trying to manipulate her but was content to let it work. She liked to think of herself as being the best at games. What was the worst he could do if she played along? “Hah, you’re on then! What do I get when I win your game show?” her eyes narrowed as she challenged Discord and the corner of her mouth twisted in a confident half-smirk.

Discord held a clawed hand toward the far end of the stage. “Why, if you win you’ll receive an all-expenses-paid trip to the Ponyville Spa and Resort!” Discord said as two trumpets formed in the air beside him to play a fanfare.

Dash rolled her eyes as a picture of the spa appeared. She didn’t think Discord really thought this through. Why would she want a trip to the spa?

“Oh, and you’ll also get a huge bit prize~” Discord added seeming almost disinterested.

He held his hand out again while the trumpets tried to decide whether they wanted to restart their fanfare or play out the one they were halfway through. Dash’s eyes went huge as she watched an impressive pile of money pour from the ceiling out onto the stage. She didn’t know how much was there, but it looked like more than enough to play a game for.

“You’re on! How’s this going to work?” Dash asked, a wave of adrenaline surging through her.

Discord chuckled as he responded. “Well, this game lasts for five rounds. To win, you have to earn a total of 100 points across all the rounds, and with 200 on the board, you just have to get a little over half the max possible score. So, for round one why don’t we start with a game of ‘Hide and Seek’? The goal is simple, you hide and try to avoid being found. If you are located, all you have to do is avoid getting caught. Sound easy enough?”

Dash chuckled. The draconequus obviously hadn’t done enough research. Maybe a game like this would be hard for someone like Twilight, but even if she were found, she’d just zip away to avoid getting caught. “Alright then, let's do this,” Dash said as she readied for the start of the round.

Dash took one quick look to the audience area of the stage. She could hear the occasional mumble from somewhere in the darkness. She wondered if Discord had actually brought someone along or if the sounds of an audience were just an illusion made to fit the game show theme.

Discord held both hands above his head, and the whole stage save the darkened audience area started to warp and change. Within seconds, where once there had been nothing more than the soft surface she had landed on, there was now a veritable jungle. Dash could see a cage set beside the draconian host, as well as furry claw-tipped hands reaching through the bars toward her.

Rainbow had to assume those were the seekers, but couldn’t get a closer look due to the shadows inside the cage. “Alright, you get twenty seconds to hide, and then I’ll start the clock and unleash your seekers. Then, it's a twenty-minute game. For every minute you’re not captured, you’ll get two points. So, if you wanna keep on task for first prize, all you have to do is stay free at least half the time.”

Dash nodded, then shot to the tree-line. She could hear Discord slowly counting just outside the jungle. The trees had transfigured the stage, so it was absolutely full of great hiding spots. The winged pony knew the right place for her would be one she could easily take to the skies from if she were found. She didn’t know much about what would be after her, but nothing she could imagine stood a chance against her in a contest of flight. Soon, she found a tree with high boughs obscured by thick moss covered vines. She flew into her hiding spot and rested with her back to the tree. Her heart pounded as she waited the remaining five seconds of the count down.

Dash sat in absolute silence on her branch and listened carefully for a few minutes. She knew there must be more than one as she heard a twig snap directly below her followed by rustling in the branches of a nearby tree. She could clearly hear the seekers as they searched for her. They were making grunting noises to each other as they hunted, and she gingerly pulled a strand of moss aside to take a look.

The pony saw a remarkably strange creature. It looked like a hodgepodge of a monkey and a small dragon. It had thick leathery wings, four clawed feet that had long grasping fingers, and was currently examining some hoofprints she’d left without realizing. Her heart jumped in her chest as she considered taking off. Ultimately, she decided to wait for the moment, since it seemed the dragon monkey was confused by her hoof print trail stopping right below the tree.

Dash heard a snap directly above her and looked up to see that one of the seekers had moved to the top of the tree serving as her hiding place and was standing on a higher branch. He was busy looking across the canopy and luckily hadn’t spotted her. The pony held her breath, trying her hardest to keep from alerting the monkey to her presence. She watched silently for several tense seconds as he looked around. Then he flew off to continue his search and Dash let out a silent sigh of relief.

The game was going well so far. Dash looked at the scoreboard and saw about five minutes had already passed. The confident pony chuckled. She was having fun, and she was already halfway to the total points she needed for the round. She couldn’t imagine they’d search here again, but as she sat and relaxed she spotted something moving that brought her to attention.

One of the seekers had climbed a nearby tree and was scanning the area. She hadn’t planned this hiding spot knowing her opponents would be able to fly. She shrunk against the trunk to her back, hopeful that the seeker wouldn't spot her among the nest of vines and moss. Yet, as the seeker turned his beady eyes her way, she knew it was over. The strange monkey stood on his hind legs and held both his front hands to his mouth and loudly howled, “Found her! Let's get her!”

Dash immediately took to the sky. She saw five seekers take flight after her. The agile pony effortlessly weaved through the higher branches in an attempt to shake off the seekers, and true to her abilities, they fell behind. She wasn’t Equestria’s fastest flyer for nothing, and soon she’d lost sight of the flying monkey dragons.

“Looks like our contestant has evaded capture for now. Let's give her a round of applause, folks!” Discord’s voice boomed through the whole forest as the illusory audience applauded from their area.

Dash chuckled as she darted for another hiding spot. She chose one a bit closer to the ground but concealed from above. She looked through the foliage at the scoreboard and saw she was seven minutes into the challenge. Three more minutes and she’d win the round.

The pony’s heart pounded in excitement as she watched the clock tick down. She hadn’t seen any sign of the monkeys since her daring escape. Her ears were concentrated on listening for any sound of her seekers, but there was no sign of any monkeys moving toward her.

Her luck ran out at that very moment as she heard a snap directly above her. She looked up and panicked as and saw one of the seekers grinning deviously at her through a gap in the foliage. The seekers had flown so silently on their leathery wings that she hadn’t heard a thing until he’d landed. She started to dart back to the skies but felt a sudden weight on her back as the seeker fell on her and wrapped his arms around her neck.

Dash took to the skies despite the weight of the monkey riding her. She was still fast, even with a chubby dragon monkey clinging to her back. She started shaking and bucking to toss the seeker off. She glanced at the scoreboard and saw a second timer had begun, one that showed how long she’d been captured. She knew she could get free, but the monkey was annoyingly clingy. His claws were thankfully dulled, yet still served their purpose to keep him on her and in control.

Dash glanced around for some way to free herself and saw a tree with a big branch ahead of her. The monkey riding her was screeching to the others to help him. She knew this would get significantly harder if more than one got on her, so she had to get this one off quickly. She aimed for the branch at top speed to knock off her rider, only to yelp in surprise as she felt the dragon monkey grip down and turn her head, misdirecting her charge and steering her below the tree line.

The pony grunted in frustration as she was steered by the monkey into the waiting hands of another of the seekers. Her front hooves were tightly clasped by the second dragon monkey almost instantly, and between the two of them, she was helplessly guided to the ground. Three more monkeys were lying in wait, and the whole group of them jumped her to keep her subdued.

The monkeys dog-piled her and Dash squirmed as she was hastily laid on her back. “Ooh, too bad! Looks like my seekers have gotten ahold of our contestant. Will she be able to escape, or will they keep her babysat for the rest of the round?” Discord’s voice seemed to come from all around, as did the murmurs of the audience that followed.

Babysat? Dash didn’t like the way he’d worded that. It sounded like something humiliating was coming her way. Of course, that was always how this type of game show worked, with contestants having to demean themselves for great prizes. Dash grit her teeth and tugged against the sure hands of her captors. They held her on her back as one moved to her crotch with that same dumb grin plastered on his face he'd had when he jumped on her back.

Dash’s eyes went wide as the monkey dragon pulled something thick and crinkling from behind his back. A radiantly pink diaper, with a cloud wetness indicator printed down the front of it. She grunted in embarrassment as the monkey started to unfold the foalish undergarment. Though she wriggled defiantly, all she managed to do was make herself look all the more helpless in the hands of her devious captors.

Dash’s hind end was lifted from the ground by one of the monkeys as she struggled fruitlessly. The realization that this monkey was gonna touch her intimately finally fully formed in her mind and she called out “Hey! What do you...”

But before she could say more Discord cut in, “Oh would you relax, you big scaredy baby! Is this really more than the brave Rainbow Dash can handle?”

The captured pony considered this… She didn't want it to be said that she was too much of a ‘scaredy cat’ to handle the silly part of the game show. But then... this was weird… As she deliberated, the monkey was working quickly. More pampering supplies popped into existence nearby making it clear that Discord meant to enable the monkeys to keep her babysat in the most literal sense of the word. She grit her teeth as she looked at the timer. She’d only been captured for about a minute so far. If she could get free, there was still plenty of time left to win.

Conflicted, and not wanting to be a quitter, she resisted the urge to tell Discord to knock it off. Still, she hadn't been in diapers since she was a foal. Humiliation surged through her and made it harder to focus on escape.

The monkey between Dash’s hind legs unfolded the puffy padding slowly, letting it crinkle like a plastic trash bag with every move as he prepared it to go on the pony. The monkeys holding her down for her diaper change reaffirmed their grip as her squirms became chaotic and desperate.

Dash realized she was about to get her butt put in a diaper. She shot a terrified glance to were the audience would be but couldn't see them through the trees and silently prayed that they were indeed just an illusion and not real spectators to her shame. She felt the back of the diaper slide below her rump and the hands holding her legs lowered her gently onto the pillow-like padding.

Dash squirmed and felt the soft diaper squish below her weight. The seekers kept her dutifully laid out, helpless as the foal she was being babysat like. One even snagged a bright purple pacifier and unceremoniously plopped it in the pony’s mouth. She attempted to spit it back out a few times but the monkey held it in her maw, and she groaned in renewed shame as she realized it looked like she was enthusiastically sucking on it. Dash could feel the blush burning in her cheeks. Her ability to focus on fighting back was fading fast as her mind struggled to deal with all these new and embarrassing sensations.

The monkeys continued the diaper change, undeterred by Dash’s weak wiggling. She felt something cold spritzed on her thighs and squeaked into her pacifier as she realized the monkey was sprinkling baby oil and foal powder all over her diaper zone. She jumped as she felt the monkey rubbing the mixture in, massaging her gently with his slender fingers and causing her to moan in both pleasure and embarrassment into her pacifier as the creature’s hands passed over her sensitive openings. As the mixture was rubbed in she didn't even realize that the monkey holding her pacifier in had stopped and she sucked on the teat herself as she felt the nimble fingers massage her rump and pass over her tail-hole. She couldn't remember ever being touched there… under her tail was a private area she cleaned herself. But now it was getting an awful lot of attention, and she was lost in this new mix of sensations.

Dash closed her eyes in shame as the babyish smell filled her nose. She felt all the more helpless as the cute scent enveloped her. She knew she’d smell that childish perfume the rest of the show, and potentially even longer if the powder was hard to wash away. She felt the front of the surprisingly thick, bright, pink diaper folded and wrapped around her crotch, where it was quickly taped into place.

Dash's eyes shot open as she heard the audience’s roaring applause. The seekers were spurred on by the audience’s approval, much to the captured pony’s chagrin. “Yay, look at what a cute little pony we’ve caught. She’s going to be a good girl for us, isn’t she?” one of the seekers teased her as he pet the pony’s head.

Dash’s face felt hot. She twisted again, wondering if the audience could see everything happening to her. She was too distracted by the cheering and the warmth of the pillow-like padding spreading her legs to realize how much she was sucking the pacifier in her maw, falling back into some latent habit of using it for comfort that she didn't even know was still buried in her brain.

The pony’s eyes went wide as she noticed the next thing her sitters were dragging toward her… A cumbersome plush suit that had a zipper running up its back and looked like something between hamster hoofie-PJs and a great big stuffed animal. It had an open mouth where her head would poke out with soft buck teeth in its upper jaw and huge green goofy eyes. This seemed somehow even more degrading and reignited the fervor in her fight.

She started to buck with her best effort and whined as she felt one of the seekers lift her into his arms. She blushed as she was cradled by one monkey as the others set up to guide her to her costume-prison. She wriggled as she was rocked humiliatingly in the monkey’s grip, yet made little headway as she was carried to the puffy suit.

She was lowered toward the open suit and knew it was her last chance to avoid wearing the humiliating getup. With one final burst of strength, she twisted and gasped as she felt the dragon monkey’s grip break enough for her to pull away. She took to the air, darting straight up and off through the trees as she heard the crowd applauding loudly.

“Looks like the seekers have lost the baby! Will she be able to keep out of their clutches long enough to score the remaining points she needs?” Discord’s voice sang to the cheering crowd.

Dash looked around frantically to find a hiding place. The monkeys were in pursuit, but when she glanced back, she saw they were far enough away that she’d be able to keep out of their clutches for now. However, she knew she didn’t have the stamina to keep up this speed for long after all her humiliating squirming. She had to burst away and find a spot where they wouldn’t easily discover her.

As she flew, Dash realized she could see shadows in the audience section. If Discord hadn’t summoned a real audience, he was doing an outstanding job of making her believe there was one watching her every move. She could hear every crinkle of the diaper around her waist as she flew along quickly. She knew the embarrassing padding slowed her down, but she couldn’t take the time to pry it off with the monkeys right on her tail.

The audience’s cheering had gotten louder throughout the chase. Though it was embarrassing to be cheered for something as demeaning as avoiding five grabby babysitters, Dash felt a bit better now that the game was going her way again. A quick glance at the scoreboard revealed that the monkeys had only kept her captive for five minutes, and she was at nine-and-a-half free. Thirty seconds more and she’d be right on schedule to win, and anything beyond that would give her a safety net.

Just as Dash started to slow down from exhaustion, she found the perfect hiding place. She slid into the hollow of a vast root system of the most massive tree on the stage. She wasn’t readily visible from the air, and she hoped the monkeys would spend most of their time up there. She panted, worn out from struggling and flying, and wondered if she had time to get the diaper off or if she should keep watch for her tormentors.

As Dash pushed one hoof experimentally to her padding, she heard it crinkle loudly. She winced, as much from a sense of apprehension that one of the seekers was close enough to hear it as from the mixture of awkwardness that welled within her. Why in the world had Discord themed his show like this? As she sat and considered trying to tug the diaper off, she heard her own suckling sounds and froze... she realized she was still absentmindedly working the foalish pacifier her babysitters had given her.

Dash spat out the purple pacifier as a bright blush covered her face. Laughter erupted from the audience as Discord chortled. “Aww, we were all wondering how long that would take. But are you sure you don't want it anymore Dashie? You seemed quite fond of your paci” he teased.

The pony made up her mind, It was time to take her diaper off. She pressed her hooves to the front of the crinkling underwear and started to push. Despite her attempt to drag it off, it didn’t budge. She grunted in confusion as she moved her hooves to the tapes and tried to tear them off. She noticed the blue tapes had the number two boldly printed on them and wondered what it meant as she growled in frustration.

“That’s right, folks! Our contestant tonight is modeling my new, patent pending, foal-proof diapers. They’re guaranteed to not come off until the number of rounds has passed that’s written on the tabs. That is, of course, unless someone other than the contestant tries to take them off,” Discord’s voice rang through the trees.

Dash’s ears lowered in embarrassment, she’d be stuck like this for the next two rounds.

“Hmm, I’ve been thinking, perhaps the name of this game show should be ‘Win or Crinkle,’ what do you think?” Discord continued.

Dash grunted. With the draconequus talking, it was going to be harder to keep track of the monkey dragons. She listened carefully, but all she could hear was the draconequus’s booming words and the crinkling of her own rear as it rustled with even her slightest moves.

The pony looked at the scoreboard and sighed in relief. Dash was up to twelve minutes and over the quota for this round, and it was nearly over. She jumped as she heard a crunching noise behind her. She turned back and saw one of the monkey dragons grinning upside down and inches from her face as he hung from his prehensile tail.

“Found her! Come on, guys! It’s time to pick up the baby!” the dragon monkey cackled as he grabbed for the startled pony.

Dash backed up and yelped as she felt another hand grope her padded behind. She half turned to see another of the monkeys grinning at her stupidly. She had no time to react as he jumped and grabbed two of the roots of the large tree with his upper hands, then grabbed her shoulders with the lower hands and lifted her from the ground.

Dash twisted, and her wings beat as she tried to slip away from her captor. She watched as the monkey who’d found her dropped down and found her pacifier, then dusted it off on his thigh before hopping closer to her. “Shhh, it's alright,” the monkey chuckled as he pushed the pacifier toward her face.

Though Dash fought to keep her mouth closed, she soon found the pacifier back in her maw, held there by a cackling monkey as the others started to flood her hiding place. She watched helplessly as one monkey started to cover the entrance with thick vines from the outside blocking her escape. She blushed brightly as she saw they'd dragged the hamster suit from earlier with them, knowing exactly what they were going to do now. The audience’s excitement increased, and their unintelligible taunting grew louder.

She was lowered into the soft plush suit by the monkey holding her shoulders. Two of them set to work immediately, tugging her hind hooves into the extra thickly padded mitts of the suit. They pulled her further into the suit as their groping hands worked to wrap her tightly in the padding and slowly zip it up around her. Within moments, they’d covered her to the waist. Dash was trying to avoid her fate, but too many hands had her secured. Soon they had her strapped in up to her chest and then they fought her front hooves into the thickly mitted pads. Finally, it was a simple matter to zip closed the goofy looking head around her own.

Dash’s face poked out of the mouth of the suit and the soft buck teeth rested between her eyes, but that was about all that could be seen of her body. Her wings were pinned uselessly to her back and out of the way. She blushed brilliantly as she was picked up. Wrapped tightly in the soft suit, she could only imagine how she looked while the monkey dragons cooed at her, “Awww, look at the cutie. I think she needs a bottle, guys.”

She whimpered and fidgeted. She looked toward the scoreboard as one of the monkeys cradled her. She could see her time was up, but the monkeys still hadn’t let her go. She tried to call out to Discord that the time was up, but with the thick pacifier bulb filling her mouth, it came out entirely as babyish gibberish. She grunted as a bottle formed in one of their hands, she had a feeling she wasn’t getting away until they were satisfied.

The pacifier was removed just long enough for Dash to say, “Disch-” before the bottle’s nipple had replaced it. She felt the warm milk flowing slowly into her mouth and groaned as the monkeys cooed at her.

Yet, with her wings pinned and every limb of her body completely wrapped in the thick plush padding, there was inadequate room for her to wriggle effectively as the milk flowed steadily into her mouth. She looked at the bottle with a small whine as she realized how much was still left. She could hear the audience awwing at her and felt one of the dragon monkeys squeezing her crotch through its doubled padding. She ‘mumphed’ an objection around the bottle and the monkey responded by chuckling and then patting her rump soothingly.

Her eyes quivered as she looked past the goofy hamster teeth into the soft eyes of the monkey cradling her. Wanting this round to end, she started obediently drinking the bottle down. Her blush spread all across her face, deepening as she gave in to the babying from the monkeys. Getting babysat like this was degrading. She was cool and confident, not some dumb foal! As the audience murmured happily at the sight of her working on the bottle, she knew she’d never live it down if Discord had brought a real audience and hoped that that meant that they had to be fake. Discord liked his jokes and games, but he was no monster. Not since he became friends with Fluttershy anyways.

Ultimately, she knew it did her no good to squirm more this round. Even if she got out of the strong arms cradling her, which was starting to look less and less likely, where would she go? How could she get very far at all in this ridiculous hamster suit? She kept softly sucking the bottle nipple, letting the sweet milk flow down her throat as she wallowed in the feelings of humiliation mixed with resignation to play this silly game. It was good to conserve her strength, she told herself… She closed her eyes and let herself relax a bit. The monkey holding her continued to rock her as she drank her fill and Dash noticed how nice this kinda felt… Her face went utterly flush, and her eyes shot open as she realized what she just thought. She sputtered around the bottle’s nipple a bit, and the monkey feeding her responded by shushing her in a soothing tone. She re-closed her eyes in shame and wasn’t about to acknowledge, even to herself, that she was enjoying being treated like a foal, especially not with four more rounds to go.

Round two

After the bottle was finished and her pacifier had been returned, everything around Rainbow Dash vanished. She was left laying on the stage with a belly full of milk and her warm suit surrounding every bit of her body. She grunted as she got to her feet and attempted to get at the zipper of the suit. The thick mitts kept her from getting a grip, and the zipper seemed to have a number on it just like the tapes on her diaper had. So, she had at least one round to go before she’d get out of the warm, comfy feeling, yet encumbering and blush-inducing suit.

“Well, well. Seems Diaper Dash has managed to win the first round!” Discord teased as he appeared right behind her.

He was holding a cup of tea in one hand and sipping it through an approximately six-foot long straw that looped out and around the container, Discord’s arm, and even up and around both his horns.

Dash lowered her ears as she heard cheers and laughter from the audience. She tried to look at them, but the stage lights were far too bright for her to make out any of the shadowy figures in the audience. “‘M naht dahper d’sh,” she replied indignantly before spitting the pacifier out as her blush got even more brilliant.

“Heh! Well, you sure look like you are from here. Anyway, are you ready to begin your next round?” Discord responded as a devious grin filled his face.

“What’s… what’s going on?” Dash asked.

She had a hint of vulnerability in her voice and eyes after that embarrassment marathon, and her many thwarted struggles to maintain some control. This moment between rounds finally gave her the time to try and get her bearings back. And she still had no idea just what Discord was playing at...

Discords smile faltered for a second before returning with a touch of something that looked like care. He put a hand under the hamster suit’s chin and lifted Dash’s gave to meet his own. As he looked at her embarrassed face, she looked away, and he used his other hand to stoke the hamster's cheek. Dash could easily feel the contact through the soft suit, and it was surprisingly kinda comforting.

“Dashie,” he said soothingly, “You’re being very brave. And if you keep being brave, then I really think you’ll have even more fun than you are already having.”

In her current attire Dash cringed at the use of her ‘pet-name.’ The last thing she wanted was to feel more babyish then she already felt. But something in the way Discord was acting had her reasonably sure that this wasn't some trap to ruin her reputation for good. After all, she couldn't remember ever seeing him this gentle before. Trying to summon her strength, she took a deep breath through her nose and steeled her nerves. Her usually cheerful and competitive attitude was starting to return as she met his gave and gave a small smile.

Discord saw that Dash was rebounding. “And don’t forget sweetie,” he said, “if you win you still get those fabulous prizes.”

With a snap of his claws, the bit pile appeared in Dash’s view right beside Discord. Dash’s eyes locked on her prize and then Discord made the pile puff away again in a plume of smoke. His trickster’s smile returned full force as he knew he succeeded in getting his fish to agree to stay on the hook.

Her goal in sight again, Dash was determined to win. But this stupid suit would make anything difficult. She grunted as she looked back. With her wings pinned down, her best asset was locked away and useless. “Umm, don’t I get to take this suit off first?” she asked hopefully.

“Nope. If you get caught and changed during a round, you have to wear whatever is put on you for the next round. Besides, you look positively adorable,” Discord answered confidently as he moved to the padded pony’s side.

Dash rolled her eyes. She didn't really expect any different from Discord. He lived for this kinda silly nonsense after all.

“Well, since your wings are out for the next round, I figure it’s time for something on the ground. How about an obstacle course? Seems fitting for a cute little hamster like you,” Discord said as he stood behind the suit-clad pony.

Discord patted the plush suit’s rear pretty forcefully after he spoke. Making Dash ‘unf’ the air in her lungs out through her nose as she managed to avoid falling forward. Even with all that padding, she felt that impact pretty well. It was so strange to her to be handled back there again. Normally it was taboo to handle another pony’s rump, but this game had her getting some attention back there, and she wasn't sure how to feel about how much she liked the touches.

Dash watched as the draconequus snapped his fingers, and the center of the stage sunk in and started getting covered in soft obstacles. The very bottom of the newly created pit formed soft padding, then filled with about a foot of something green and slimy looking.

“Welcome to the jello pit. Your goal here is simple. You just need to cross to the other side. Of course, the traps down there ought to provide you with plenty of challenge, and your score will be split based on how far you’ve made it. A quarter way counts for ten points, and so on,” the draconequus announced as he finished his tea by slurping the cup through his straw, then consuming the straw itself.

Dash looked carefully at the obstacle course. This was going to be far more difficult with her wings pinned by the suit. Still, she knew she could do it. The soft surfaces looked like they’d get slick quickly. The worst thing she could do was get anywhere near the jello at the bottom of the pit.

“Go!” Discord shouted as he backed away.

Startled by how abruptly Discord liked to start the rounds, Dash stumbled as she started to run along. The arena was a maze of branching paths made up of cushioned platforms. She noticed that these paths would branch out and lead to different obstacles and then would then meet up again later, which gave her options in how to proceed. She was at the topmost layer now. And could see that if she fell, there were layers of other obstacles on their own paths below her before she got to the jello pit.

She decided to try for straight ahead at first and began to run a little better as she found her rhythm in this silly suit and made it to the first ledge. A padded rotor ahead of her blocked the landing on the next platform, and she watched a moment to see how fast it was going so she could plan her jump. She yelped as she felt something softly smack her behind. The cushioned platform under her had tipped up and was pushing her to the edge. She grunted and lunged as it gave her no alternative.

Dash felt the soft rotor catch her and drag her near the edge of the platform. She struggled to hold on, but with the plush suit covering her hooves, she didn’t have the grip. She slipped and fell on her rump onto another soft platform lower down. She looked around. There was a path behind her that led back to the top that seemed clear, and another path ahead of her that seemed to be broken into small tile like sections that were raising and lowering.

She decided she’d try to go ahead, reasoning she might have a better time on the unstable ground path rather than fighting against the soft rotor. She jumped forward and felt the soft tile under her front right hoof lower abruptly. She tried to push forward, then whined as a tile below her pressed up between her legs. The soft cushion lifted her and pressed against her crotch, compressing the thick diaper taped there and high centering her for a moment.

She felt that tile drop but the ones under her front right and back left feet lifted, causing her to wobble in place and nearly tip to the ground. She managed to catch her balance just in time for those tiles to lower and the one at her crotch to move up against her diaper front again. She buckled and was momentarily limp laying over the tile holding her up by the crotch. In this position, the diaper was forced against her marehood, and her shifting weight caused it to rub her down there. She let out a small moan, and the crowd responded with a mix of laughter and cheers, which only served to heighten her embarrassment. Pushing back any feelings of enjoyment she flopped forward and managed to get off the cushiony tile this time and finally resumed forward progress. But then the pad directly in front of her came up, and she ran headlong into it.

Dash snorted as she took a step to the side, and felt the tile halfway beneath her left side lift up. She yelped in frustration as the tile to her right lowered, and she toppled onto it and almost straight off the platform. She began to get to her feet, just in time for the platform under her front left hoof to lift up suddenly. She tipped, and with a yelp landed on the next platform down.

Dash groaned and gingerly got to her feet. The surface below her was rubbery. As she stood, she realized she was on top of a giant rubber ball, and that there were two soft platforms on each side of it.

Before she could get her bearings, Dash felt the ball jolt below her. She collapsed back to her stomach as the soft platforms moved and rocked the ball below her. She started to crawl toward the edge of the ball as the next platform smacked the underside of the ball, causing a jolt to shake the tumbled pony.

Dash made it to the side of the ball and looked down. The only remaining level to fall to was the jello pit. Though she couldn’t see any obstacles from here, she knew they were likely waiting for her to plummet before they activated. She looked ahead at the next platform, which looked like a teeter-totter. She’d have to move across it swiftly, or she’d definitely end up taking a bath in the jello below.

She felt a sharp jolt from one of the platforms and knew this was her chance. Jumped to her feet and trying to stop her legs from shaking, she closed her eyes and jumped immediately so she wouldn’t get bounced off. She opened her eyes as her front hooves connected with the cushioned platform. Of course, it immediately started to tip toward her. She stepped forward, trying to stabilize the teeter-totter before it dropped her into the lake of slime. She felt the surface below her hooves getting too steep. She lunged and barely managed to get to the middle and start to tip it back the other way before she took a dip in the jello.

Dash sighed in relief. She tipped forward enough to push the platform back to almost center. Her hooves stood firm on the more stable ground as she looked at the platform ahead. It seemed entirely stable, but she imagined it would have some trick the moment she stepped on it.

The next platform was higher than this one. Rainbow realized the only way she’d make the jump to it was if the teeter-totter was tipped up toward it. That meant she’d have to make it up a sharp incline to get there before it dipped. She looked down uncertainty and back at the ball. It was too late to go back, believing she wouldn’t be able to make it across the ball platform again. The only way in her favor was forward. She carefully took a couple steps back, letting the teeter-totter tip up. Dash narrowed her focus… her diaper waddle was making this difficult… normally she didn't have to account for its impact on her movement, but she was determined. Dash waited as the teeter-totter was tipping, so it was inclined up towards the platform she needed. Then, just as her feet started to slip, she jumped ahead and charged up the platform as quickly as she could manage.

As she ran up the platform, it tipped and slid below her weight. She reached the edge, then jumped desperately to the next platform. Her front hooves almost gripped the side of the platform, then slipped off. She felt the lurch of the small fall, then the squelch of the jello splattering the outside of her costume as she groaned in frustration.

Dash stood and shook off the shock of the fall. She could feel the plush suit around her absorbing the slick green slime and getting heavy. She groaned knowing that this would make the challenge more difficult. The audience jeered her failure, and she shot an angry glance their way.

She looked and saw that there was a set of soft stairs ahead that led to the platform she’d just missed. Though the slick plush covering her feet was definitely a setback, she at least had a way back to where she’d failed. She trudged forward through the jello but stopped as she heard a loud click behind her.

She looked back, seeing that a padded chair with large wheels was tearing a path through the jello as it moved in on her. Dash moved quicker through the thick slime. The machine was slowly gaining on her, but she was almost to the stairs.

She plodded shakily up a few of the stairs as the padded chair came to an abrupt stop right at their base. She grunted as she looked at her near captor. A wave of curiosity of what precisely the chair would do if it caught her washed over her. Given Discord’s phenomenal universe-bending powers, the possibilities were endless. She turned back to the task at hand before she got too distracted and continued up the padded stairs to the platform above.

Her hooves slipped on nearly every slick surface, but the suit-clad pony made it to the top of the stairs. She looked at the top platform warily before carefully taking a step onto it. She wasn’t sure what it would do, but she sighed in relief as it didn’t immediately try to buck her off. She looked at the next task and saw the following platform was nowhere near as forgiving. It looked like a soft pyramid hanging from a chain, and while it had hoof holds along its sides, they were far too narrow for her feet while she was stuck in the suit.

Dash looked at the platform for a moment then up at the scoreboard. She still had about half of her time left, but she knew the journey was only going to get more difficult. The scoreboard read that she had ten points. She sighed, at least she had gotten a few points, but she didn’t have a clue how she could get the full twenty she’d need from the round.

Her competitive spirit left her determined to keep going despite the laughter of the audience. She knew she could get further, and even if she didn’t, the ten points she’d gotten would be enough to ensure she didn’t lose entirely in this round. She’d just have to do better in rounds where she wasn’t hobbled by a lack of wings.

She jumped to the pyramid and nearly slipped right away. She managed to plant her hooves on the bottom-most holds and stopped herself from falling immediately into the pit of jello. She felt the pyramid swing from the momentum of her jump and leaned against it to prevent herself from falling off. She saw it turn and knew this was her chance. She steeled herself and jumped toward the next platform.

Yet, as the pyramid swung back, it completely screwed up her jump. She yelped, and her forehooves flailed. On instinct, she tried uselessly to beat her wings, but they were stuck in the plush suit’s soft depths. Her jump nearly reached the platform, but almost didn't cut it as she started to fall with the ledge still an inch away from her nearest hoof.

Wingless, she put all four legs down to try to land on her feet. Dash landed okay with a squish in the jello, but that was hardly a boon as the chair device immediately sprung to life, moving toward her steadily through the green dessert. She wildly scanned the pit to see if she could find a way up that didn’t force her to run past the trap. She couldn’t see any more staircases, and the chair was getting closer by the moment. She started running to the side, trying to get around the obstacle, but it quickly changed direction and started right toward her.

The chair zoomed toward her, undeterred by the jello or by her attempts at evasion. It was too fast to escape, and she plopped into its soft seat with a yip as it drove right up behind her. It immediately started driving to the side of the arena. She scrambled her false hamster paws against the seat to try to escape before it got where it was going.

There was no way she could get out of the quick moving chair in time. Within seconds she felt the chair jolt to a stop as she was dumped from the seat and onto a soft hamster wheel obstacle. “Ooh, too bad! Looks like our test subject has found one of the lower level experiments. Will she be able to keep up with the motivators? Will she be able to escape the devious machine?” Discord shouted, apparently trying to hype the suspense as Dash felt the ground below her hooves start to move.

Rainbow got to her feet as the wheel slowly started to speed up. Motivators? She looked behind her and saw a comically large pure white hoof on the end of a mechanical arm holding a large wooden paddle a few feet behind her. The humiliated pony whined and started to run on the wheel. She looked to her left as she tried to make a plan and saw the chair from before sitting there. She looked to the right and saw an open side.

Dash ran to the right and yelped as a soft cushion came up and smacked her back to the center of the wheel. It was enough to slow her down, and she screeched even louder as she felt the wooden paddle connect with her hind end. It didn’t actually hurt, though she could feel a solid thump where the paddle had connected with the padding surrounding her rear, which took the blow for the most part. That didn’t change how humiliating it was, however, and as the hoof wound up for a second swipe, she jumped forward to avoid an extended spanking. The audience was roaring with approval, they seemed to hope she’d get that spanking...

Dash grunted as she looked to the right. The cushion that had knocked her back to the center was thrusting up in a regular rhythm. She’d just have to time it out if she wanted out of the wheel. She grunted as she looked back to the left, no moving cushion there, but the chair was. She felt an odd squish and whined as she realized that something was slowly pouring jello into the wheel, and the jello was soaking into the fake hamster paws surrounding her hooves.

The trapped pony yelped as the wheel sped up just enough to get her another thwack from the paddle. As it smacked her rear, Dash tried to speed up enough to get out of range, but the jello weighing her hooves made that problematic. It had even gotten to the point she could feel it seeping through the suit and surrounding her own hooves. She had to get out of here quick or get used to the idea of getting a spanking before a live audience.

She jumped to the left but yelped as the chair immediately dumped her back onto the wheel. She barely managed to dodge a swipe of the paddle as she started to run again. She began to pant and grunted in annoyance as a fleck of green jello landed on the fake hamster teeth, causing her to go cross-eyed even more due to the distracting color on the end of the soft teeth. She looked to the right, seeing that the padding there had sped up. She yelped as she felt the paddle lightly pepper her hind end. The wheel was too fast for her to keep up with for long.

She dove to the right, hoping she’d timed it right. She whined as she was pushed back, and yipped as another hard smack landed on her rear. She could feel a warmth building from the spanking even through the padding as her paws squelched into the jello surrounding them, and she whined at how helplessly trapped she felt.

The audience was really getting into it now, getting louder then they’d been all game. They seemed to really like the spanking. The idea that ponies were enjoying her shame that much made Dash dizzy with embarrassment and she tripped over her own hooves from the distraction. The paddle wasted no time in delivering a few solid blows as she was stopped at the rear of the now stationary wheel. Dash let out a yell that sounded entirely too much like a moan for her liking and wanted to bury her head in her hooves and wait for it to be over. But the whistles from the audience spurred her on. Whatever enjoyment she got outta getting her butt touched, she did not like this spanking and wasn't gonna let some ponies enjoy watching her get one.

Dash rose as the spanking continued and hearing a click of the pad to her right she dove to try to get free. She felt herself run into the pad and felt a final tap on her butt, but luckily the trap retracted just as she landed against it, and let her escape the devious hamster wheel. She panted as she looked around the jello filled pit.

The chair didn’t start to chase Dash immediately, so she ran for the stairs before the trap could reactivate or realize she wasn’t in it. She made it all the way to the staircase before it started to move again. As she climbed the stairs, she could feel the spanking lingering on her rump. She looked at the scoreboard and realized she had less than a minute left. She jumped to the top of the stairs as quickly as she could, then looked at the pyramid that had gotten her trapped last time.

Thankfully, the soft pyramid had stopped swinging, but that hardly made it an easier obstacle. Dash had no time to think, so she dove for the closest surface and stumbled her way onto the hoof holds. She felt it swing around, and this time was prepared. She waited for it to buck back toward her, then jumped off at the peak. She landed on the next platform smoothly, then ran along its slippery tilted surface to the next staircase.

As Dash reached the top of the next staircase, she heard the buzzer. Everything suddenly vanished, and the blushy pony landed on her rump with a squish from the cute fluffy hamster suit.

Round three

“Well now, let's give her a hand! She did well, didn’t she, folks?” Discord asked as he moved over near Dash.

The audience all started to applaud, and though she felt humiliated to be standing there in the jello-swollen hamster suit, she knew they were cheering for her because she’d managed to escape the degrading wheel trap.

“That’s right. Now, I think we’re going to change the rules a little bit for Miss Diaper Dash,” Discord started as he held up his hands.

A long ribbon appeared between them, marked off in quarters. He shrunk it and showed a mark where Dash had gotten to in total distance to the end. “See, she got to here, and I said we’d only award every quarter. I think an eighth is worth five points though,” the chaotic draconequus said, apparently attempting to sound magnanimous.

“I… It’s Rainbow Dash, not Diaper Dash,” the pony said.

“What was that? You want me to rename you Diaper Rash? But you couldn’t have one of those yet. You’ve not been diapered that long,” Discord teased with a chuckle, “Maybe you meant to say ‘Thank you Mr. Discord for letting me get more points than I would have earned otherwise in the last round.' Do you think that’s what you meant?”

Dash groaned. She knew there was no point arguing. She’d definitely prefer Diaper Dash to Diaper Rash at any rate. “Yes… I guess that’s what I meant,” she muttered as her ears lowered submissively.

“Heh. Well, then say what you mean, unless you think a foal like you wouldn’t be able to say something like that,” Discord teased with a cackle.

Dash grunted. She knew he still had her over a barrel, so she looked to the ground and repeated exactly what he’d told her to say.

“Aww, well thank you, I do try to be fair. In fact, to show I’ve no ill will for your little outburst, I’ll even give you a diaper change,” Discord said with a chuckle.

Dash hoped to be rid of the plush suit and diaper but knew something like this was coming because she’d scored fewer points than she needed and she was still on a game show run by an embodiment of absolute chaos. She yelped in surprise as a modified version of the chair from the last round appeared below her, this time with a flexible locking tray over her lap meant to keep her trapped in it that reminded her a lot of a high chair tray.

The blushing pony watched as two white hooves like the one that had held the paddle earlier extended from the side of the chair and started zipping the hamster suit off. Dash sighed as she felt a burst of heat escape from the silly costume as it was pulled off her, leaving her in nothing more than the pink, unused but jello swollen diaper.

“Hmm, now let's see here. What’s most suitable for a foal like you?” the chaotic draconequus mused as the hooves of the chair pulled the pink diaper off, “Ooh, I know just the thing!”

As Discord snapped his fingers, Dash blushed brightly. She saw a fresh diaper, and a new plush costume suit appear nearby. The diaper had a purple claw pattern and a picture of Spike across the front, and the suit matched it perfectly. The plush costume itself looked like it was wearing a cloth diaper and sucking a pacifier, and had dulled plush claws on the end of each paw. The mouth of this one wasn’t open, and Dash wondered how she was going to see out of it.

The humiliated pony squirmed in the makeshift high chair, but the hooves went right to work on her. A box of wipes had been summoned nearby, and they started scrubbing her down, washing all the jello that was left away. Dash tried to push back to get out of the high chair but realized the tray was too close for her to escape her diapering. She was helpless to get out of the seat until she was released, so she merely sat down pouting with her forelegs crossed across her chest.

“Aww… Does the pouty foal want a new spanking? You really seemed to like the last one...” Discord teased with a glint in his eye.

“No!” Dash yelled, throwing her hooves to the sides as she did.

Her eyes immediately shot wide open as she realized just how much she looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Dash cringed as she expected Discord to tease her for that. But instead, he seemed a little more somber now somehow.

He walked over to her high chair and asked “Didn't like the spanking huh?”

Rather than jeer her, the audience was murmuring quietly, and Dash realized she was being asked a sincere question.

“No…” she said honestly. Not sure why anyone would like a spanking…

“Hmm…” Discord said, seeming to be struggling with a concept. He struck on an idea and brightened as he asked “Is this what you were liking then?”

One of the hooves wiping away jello turned a new wipe to Dash’s marehood and wiped it with a little more pressure than necessary. Dash let out an involuntary moan and then quickly shook her head ‘no’ to try and disagree that it felt good to have someone else doing the touching there for once. But before she could stammer out her response, Discord took her by the muzzle and raised her gave to meet his.

“Now now” he chided, “good little fillies don't lie now do they, Miss Dash.”

The hoof continued to rub her slit with its wipe as the other hoof began a very thorough cleaning of her backside. Overwhelmed by the stimulation Dash could only close her eyes and moan. She wanted to disagree that this felt good, but for the moment she was a little filly again and was afraid of some potential punishment for being ‘bad’ and lying about it.

The audience cheered and awwed as discord tutted “Little miss Dashie, too embarrassed about liking mares to go out and get a sex life… Now she’s totally unused to any contact back there at all. Is that it?”

Dash’s bottom lip quivered a bit… being ‘gay’ was always a bit of a sore subject for her.

Discord shushed her soothingly, then said “You know… other ponies react to how you see yourself. If you are okay with it, most of them will be too. But most of all? If you are okay with it, then the jerks that still aren't okay with it won't bug you as much. When you are alright with yourself, then it matters to you a lot less what others think of you.”

Dash tried to consider this… but the wipes working on her nether region were clouding her thoughts a bit…

Discord sighed. “You’ll see…” he said quietly. Then he snapped his fingers and said “Back to work you two” and the hooves went back to clearing away the remaining jello that had seeped through the plush suit.

Once Dash was clean a bottle of foal powder poofed into existence in one of the hooves hold. The talcum bottle was open, and the machine started pouring tons of talcum all over her. She could feel the soft powder getting rubbed into her fur as the bottle doused her from every angle. Reality snapped back quickly as Dash remembered that she was moments away from an even more humiliating costume.

“Why...do I have to wear a diaper if I’m going in… That…” Dash asked with a brilliant blush on her face as she looked at the suit.

“Why, because if you wet yourself, we gotta make sure you don’t leak. I’d bet someone like you is a real heavy wetter,” the draconequus teased, whispering directly into Dash’s ear. “After all, you practically guzzled a quart of milk. I bet if you wet, you’ll soak through your diaper and still need the one on the suit.”

Dash could only guess he’d whispered it to keep her blushing as she noticed that her bladder was indeed beginning to be a concern and really hoped that she’d be able to keep that a secret until the game was over.

The way that the chaos draconequus toyed with her made Dash get the sinking feeling things would only get more embarrassing from here. She felt the Spike diaper pressed to her crotch, and her ears lowered as she heard the humiliating foal underwear crinkle constantly as it was wrapped over her rear end.

As soon as her butt was securely locked in the thick diaper, the suit was moved right before her. She couldn’t get out of the way in time, and soon enough she felt her limbs being pressed into the pleasantly soft legs of the Spike suit. She blushed as she was rolled to her feet, then watched as the falsely diapered butt of the costume covered her own crinkling rear, and the body of the outfit was zipped closed around her. Thankfully, this time there was a slot left open for her wings. She stretched them out and felt better now that she had her favorite mode of movement back.

The hooves reached the head of the suit and Dash felt her face wrapped tightly in the soft padding and whined as she felt something rubbery pushed into her mouth. Within seconds, the head of the suit was wrapped around her own. She looked out and realized she was looking through the nostrils of the spike suit. The pacifier in the suit’s mouth filled her own, and the padding squeezed down on her muzzle to keep her quiet.

The suit started to warm around her, much more quickly now that her head was entirely wrapped. The plush padding around her snout was, thankfully, not nearly as thick as it was around the rest of her body. She had no trouble breathing, but every breath caused her suit to warm up more.

“Well, well. Now that you’re in a more fitting suit for the next challenge, I think it’s time for round three. This time, how about we go with a tug of war? The way you’ll earn points is simple, the rope will be marked with points along its length, and the further you drag your opponent toward the line the more points you’ll get. Let’s see here, you’re down by one point right now, so if you get twenty-one or better you’ll come out ahead!” Discord announced to the still hidden-in-shadows studio audience.

An opponent? Who would the draconequus pull up here on stage to face her in a tug of war? She desperately hoped it wouldn’t be one of her friends… There was no way Discord would bring in another pony to witness this right?

What appeared before her relieved that fear but made her groan in embarrassment. A giant teddy bear, large enough to make her feel like she was actually Spike’s size, stood across the stage from her. “Ooh, time to play a game, little guy! Do your best!” the teddy bear said with a goofy chuckle.

Of course, with her mouth stuffed full of the pacifier, Dash couldn’t voice her complaint at being called a “little guy.” The bear must be treating her like Spike, and as a tied rope appeared around her waist with the other end in the bear’s hand, she knew she’d have to put her all into the game if she wanted to pull someone that big around.

“Oh, and one last thing before we start. If our contestant gets pulled over the line, the bear will, of course, go about babysitting her for a while. For every minute she’s kept, she’ll lose a point. Better hope you’re good at squirming, Diaper Dash,” Discord chuckled as he appeared high over the stage in a rather cushy looking chair.

“Alright, let's go!” the draconequus shouted, giving Rainbow only seconds to get ready before she felt the bear start to tug on its end of the rope.

Rainbow felt herself slipping toward the line immediately, and she yelped into her pacifier as she tried to press her hooves down. The plush dragon feet of her suit had slick bottoms, and the fake claws did nothing to help her hold her ground. “Ooh, looks like I’m gonna win,” the bear said in a sing-songy voice that reminded Dash of anypony that she’d ever seen babysit a young foal.

After a few seconds of getting dragged along, Dash finally gained enough traction to take a step forward. She pushed her full weight into the step and managed to drag the bear one step closer and back to her starting position. She thrust forward as her wings beat down. The suit-clad pony took to the air, using her wings to pull the rope around her waist.

Dash watched as the scoreboard counted up, one point at a time. She managed to get to about ten points as she heard the bear say, “Wow, you’re doing really good! You’ll be a big strong dragon someday, kiddo.”

It was degrading, to be talked to like this, but at least she was making progress. The pony continued to beat her wings, but the suit slowed down her usual speed, and the weight of the bear acted as a veritable anchor. She looked up and saw she was at fifteen points. She felt a sudden lurch as the bear leaned back enough to drag her back a bit. Thankfully, not enough for the score to go back down, but she saw the silly grin on the bear’s face and knew if she was captured it was going to be difficult to get free.

As she beat her wings again and started to pull forward the pony grunted. She felt a twinge in her bladder, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. She felt the rope tightly squeezing her midsection and knew this was a losing battle. She felt the hot diaper taped firmly to her behind and whimpered in sheer embarrassment. She wasn’t ready to give up, mainly because she had a feeling Discord had something planned to ensure the audience would know the moment she soaked herself.

She had to end this quick... She grunted as every hard-fought inch forward pressed on her bladder and drove her closer to shamefully soaking herself. She watched her score start to count up again, but crossed her eyes and held her thighs together as she reached eighteen. Her bladder was getting to a point she couldn’t keep it in, but she just had to go a little further to make this round worth it.

Dash pushed forward, driving on as hard as she could. Her wings beat against the suit, her body trembling as she focused as much on pressing forward as she did on holding her bladder. She closed her eyes tightly in concentration as she stayed strong despite the dam filling nearly to the point of bursting within her.

Dash panted, starting to feel exhausted. She opened her eyes as she reached the point she couldn’t push on without soaking herself and looked up at the scoreboard with a furtive glance. She felt her heart leap and flutter as she saw she was at thirty-two points, way more than she’d expected for this round. Her bladder twinged and she knew there was no way she was going to hold out much longer. Maybe, just maybe, she could push through and drag the bear over the line before she gave out.

“Yay, you did so well! Good job, little baby dragon!” the teddy cheered.

Dash’s cheeks lit up inside her suit. Was the bear being condescending to distract her? “Alright, I think it’s time for this game to be over, little guy,” the bear continued as it took a step back.

Dash yelped, she hadn’t expected the sudden tug backward. Her eyes crossed as she just barely managed to keep from drenching her diaper. She felt desperation set in as the bear started to tug back quickly. She groaned as she realized the bear hadn’t even been trying until now! She hit the ground with a padded thump and tried to press her hooves down, but the exertion was too much for her to focus on while she was trying to keep from soaking herself.

The stress caused the plush costumed pony to feel the heat of the suit as if for the first time. Dash's whole body felt like it was covered in thick blankets, and the pacifier and soft plush wrapping her muzzle meant every exerted breath made the heat even worse. Yet, as she was dragged back, she knew another inevitability was about to make the suit even warmer.

It happened so suddenly that Dash didn’t have time to react. The bear gave a tug which tensed the rope in just the right way and hit her bladder with the final blow. She felt her muscles quivering in exhaustion before they’d finally had enough trying to hold back. Then, all at once, everything in her body gave in to the pressure, and she felt the front of her diaper start to warm as hot pony pee dribbled out into its waiting front.

That was enough to leave Dash utterly at the bear’s mercy. As she helplessly released the vast torrent of urine into the front of her diaper, she felt the rope reel her in. She crossed the line with no further resistance as the bear pulled her right to his feet. “Aww, that’s alright little guy. You did very well,” the bear said consolingly.

She felt the bear’s hand squish the front of her diaper, and her cheeks lit up brightly inside the suit as she realized she was getting her diaper checked. Dash didn’t know how to feel at that exact moment. She felt a surge of embarrassment from the fact she was still saturating her diaper with a light hiss inside the suit. But also there was this sudden fluttering feeling inside her which left her feeling so conflicted that all she could do was moan into the suit’s extra large pacifier.

Yet, the torrent continued. It felt strange to pee for this long, and had Dash been any less flooded by the relief and embarrassment of finally releasing her full bladder she might have understood that she definitely wasn’t peeing a normal amount. This was far more than her bladder was actually capable of holding and had to be a trick of Discord’s. She whimpered and squirmed as she felt dribbles leaking from the diaper taped to her waist. She’d actually managed to flood the babyish undergarment enough that it was pouring out into the suit. She moaned in a mixture of relief and pleasure she’d never admit to as the cloth diaper on the plush suit dutifully soaked up her pee while the bear groped her thickly diapered crotch again.

Dash looked down at the bear’s hand, and her eyes went wide as she realized the front of the faux cloth diaper had turned yellow. She squirmed as she continued to dribble, whining in sheer disgrace as the bear softly comforted her. “Aww, looks like this cute little dragon isn’t ready for potty training just yet. Let it all out, big guy, then we’ll get you changed,” the big bear said as his plush hand squished the front of Dash’s diaper again.

She fussed as the inner layer drenched her crotch in pee again due to the bear's firm grip, causing the audience to let out a peal of laughter. The suit squished audibly enough Dash was sure the whole room could hear how wet she was. Her embarrassment hit a new low… This time was different. This isn’t something that was done to her, but rather she was doing this. She was wetting herself like an infant and in front of a jeering audience.

Dash groaned as the stream finally started to peter off. She was panting, and ironically happy her head was surrounded in the suit and hidden away right now. She looked up at the bear helplessly, but what she saw in its reflective plastic eyes left her even more squirmy. The cheeks of her suit were blushing in sync with her own face! There was no hiding her embarrassment from the audience, the bear, or the chuckling chaotic draconequus as she squirmed in her freshly wet diaper.

The bear squished her crotch once more for good measure and gave a nod of satisfaction. There’s a good boy! All ready for your didie change, huh?” the bear asked as it pressed Dash down to the stage.

The pony, in a moment of clarity amidst the sea of emotions washing her away, turned to the scoreboard and saw that two minutes had already passed. Her precious points were dribbling away from her as quickly as her pee had dribbled into the diaper. Would she even be able to escape her plush tormentor before he drained all her points away in a wave of babyish humiliation?

Dash grunted as she tried to roll to the side. The suit made even that far harder, especially with its false cloth diaper swollen to the point she couldn’t touch her hind hooves together. Yet, before she’d moved an inch, she felt one of the bear’s hands rest softly on her stomach. “Ah ah, you can’t go around in a diaper like that. Just a minute longer and your changie will be all done Spikey Wikey,” the bear teased.

Dash tried to squirm, but the bear’s soft hand on her stomach kept her from moving at all. He undid the large pins holding on the outer cloth diaper and soon enough the crotch of the plush Spike suit was in the open air. Dash wondered for a brief moment if the bear would continue undressing her down to the absolutely drenched padding wrapped to her butt. Yet, the teddy was just after the toony cloth diaper, and as that was pulled from below her, she whimpered into her pacifier. Her wet suit and drenched diaper weren't going anywhere.

“My my, look at what a heavy wetter you are. Guess we should expect that from a big strong dragon like you,” the teddy teased as it bundled the drenched cloth diaper up and placed it aside. Dash felt wholly flustered. Had she really wet that much? She instinctively moved her front hooves up to cover her face, and she felt the bear lifting her suited rump from the ground as an even more cartoonishly thick cloth diaper appeared nearby.

“This will make sure you don’t leak, little guy. Might have a hard time toddling around in a diaper this thick though… but that’s okay, I think it’s nap time for all good baby dragons anyways” the bear teased as he started to wrap the thick, soft cloth around the suits behind. Dash groaned and squirmed, but the bear quickly stopped her movement with one firm hand. She wasn’t going anywhere until the diaper was in place, and as she looked up at the time, she knew she was better to hold still for a minute or two more. If not, she’d just rack up a worse penalty, and she was already down to twenty-six points.

The bear continued the change unimpeded. After the thick cloth diaper was below her suit, Dash saw a bottle of talcum summoned, and the bear doused it all over her. She could smell the sweet powder filling the air once again with its soft aroma, and it made her moan knowing that she'd soon smell more babyish than ever. It was even worse because the diaper change was, at most, a token effort and a means of humiliating her without providing actual relief from her drenched padding. Her crotch was trapped in its soaked prison, and she got all the humiliation of getting laid out by the bear and getting changed like a foal. All the while the audience was still giggling and whistling its approval of the spectacle before them. Dash closed her eyes in shame and waited for this part to end. But even with her eyes closed, every enthusiastic stomp from some pleased pony in the audience felt like a blow to her pride.

As the bear folded the front of the thick cloth up, Dash realized she couldn’t even come close to closing her legs when she was this thickly padded. She grunted into the pacifier plugged into her mouth, knowing this was going to make escape very hard. She looked at the scoreboard as she felt the last pin slipped in. She was down to twenty-four points. If she got away now, she’d still be ahead.

But, the bear had other plans. Before Dash could so much as try to roll to her feet, the thickly padded pony felt the soft plush’s hands pick her up and gently cradle her on her back. She squirmed, though it did nothing to free her from the plush’s sure grip. “Alright, playtime’s over, little cutie, I think it's nap time,” the bear cooed as it looked down at her with its large glass eyes and a broad smile.

Dash had never felt more belittled in all her life. She felt the bear start to gently rock her in its arms, bouncing her a little and holding on tightly as she wriggled to try to get free. She felt the exhaustion from the last few rounds, especially her burst of speed at the end of her attempt on this one, settle throughout her whole body. She whined as she realized she’d worn out all her options.

Dash still wiggled, but as a few minutes passed in the plush’s soft grip, she couldn’t help the way her eyes grew heavier. She grunted, certain Discord must have something to do with her sudden tiredness as she looked up at the scoreboard, which showed she was already down to twenty-one points. If she wanted to keep caught up, it had to be now. She squirmed with the last of her strength, yet she just couldn’t break her caretaker’s iron grip. “Shh, it's alright little one,” the bear reassured softly, holding her tightly in its soft grip.

It was becoming harder to fight back. Though Dash still felt thoroughly humiliated, she couldn’t do anything about it now. She looked out as she heard the audience awwing and coo-ing at her. She could hear Discord saying something, but what was it? She groaned as sleepiness set in, she took one last look at the scoreboard. She was down to twenty points for the round, and for every minute she stayed caught it would continue to slip away. She just felt too tired to worry about it now, too tired to care about anything but resting. She gave one last grumpy grunt into her pacifier as her eyes shut and refused to open again.

Round four

Dash startled awake and looked around. How long had she drifted off? She looked at the bear as she rested on its soft stomach, and she saw it didn’t seem to be moving anymore. She looked up at the scoreboard and whimpered when she saw it had counted all the way to zero. Though the nap, however long it had been, left her feeling refreshed, it had also let her precious points count down to zero! Now she’d have to do way better in the next rounds if she wanted a chance at the prize.

“Aww, looks like our contestant is done with her little nappy. Feeling better now, Diaper Dash?” Discord said as he appeared right before the groggy pony.

Dash grunted into the pacifier. With that in her mouth, she couldn’t respond with accusations that it was unfair! There was no way that nap was genuine… He forced it on her! She groaned as she sat up and felt a squish, realizing she’d obviously wet herself again in her sleep. Most likely another trick of Discord’s… She knew she was no bed wetter. But… once more, the outer cloth diaper was tinged yellow.

“My, my... Looks like a certain little cutie needs a change. Shall I reanimate your babysitter?” the draconequus teased as he held his hand up ready to cast the spell.

Dash shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to get teased more by the living plushie for the audience's amusement.

“Awww, okay. Well, I’ve made a decision on this round. Since you lost so hard, I’m willing to give you half the maximum points you earned,” the chaos draconequus remarked slyly.

Dash looked up hopefully, but when she saw the look on Discord’s face she knew, this concession was going to come at a cost.

“Well, I’ll let you earn back half your points. You’ll get eight for letting me do your next diaper change however I want, and another eight for agreeing to have a pacifier in your maw for the rest of the game,” Discord announced as a nail file appeared in the air. He snagged it and started to perfect his claws as he looked down at the suit wrapped pony.

Dash groaned. She knew if she wanted a real chance to win she’d have to take the concessions. She didn't understand what Discord meant by the first thing he’d asked for, but it couldn’t be anything that was going to help her in the next round. She looked up at the chaotic draconequus and slowly nodded her head, which she hoped he could see through the costume head.

“Well, it looks like our contestant wants to take the chance to keep her points. Now, let's get her changed out of that super soggy diaper, shall we?” Discord said with a turn to the audience.

Dash could hear the unseen audience cheering as she floated up into the air. She felt something form below her, and when she looked down, she realized she was on a changing table.

Discord snapped his fingers, and a moment later, he appeared beside the table. He unzipped the Spike outfit then pulled the suit open. Dash groaned as the pacifier of the spike suit left her maw then ‘mumfed’ as a new purple pacifier was popped into her mouth to take its place.

As the fresh air hit Dash, she realized for the first time just how sweltering the suit had been. She gasped, covered in sweat, and she’d wet herself enough that everything from her lower chest to her legs was thoroughly drenched. Of course, the padding had done a pretty good job absorbing it, but she could still feel just how damp she was.

Discord slowly patted the crotch of Dash’s diaper, making her blush and squirm anew. The crowd was in fits of giggles again as he did and Dash was still plagued by a nagging worry that this crowd may well be real… She tried to convince herself that it was all fake, but by this point was afraid to ask and look stupid no matter what the answer was… Embarrassed, she closed her eyes.

“Aww… Dashie’s still not having much fun huh?”

Dash wasn't sure what to say… She didn’t wanna seem like a poor sport and wound up giving her paci a quick unconscious ‘thuckle’ as her head spun.

“I told you Dash” Discord said, “if you just relax and don't let the crowd bother you, you may well enjoy yourself a lot…”

Discord gave the front of Dash’s diaper a few slow firm rubs.

As Dash felt the diaper squish and rub against her, she moaned briefly and then tried to say ‘hey’ around the paci, but the pacifier impeded her speech, so it came out more like “heweh.”

“Ah, Ah,” Discord said. “You agreed to let me do this change my way.”

Dash didn’t wanna go back on her word nor lose her points. But something about being handled like this against her will felt wrong… She set her face into a pout as she thought about it.

Discord sighed… “Well I don't want an unhappy baby on my hands,” he said. “I’ll tell you what, if you don't want me touching your diapie, just say so.”

Discord pulled his hand away from Dash’s diaper, and Dash was about to tell him off for getting ‘handsy’ with her but stopped… with the hand gone, Dash felt a little worse… She still liked being touched there. And now it was her choice if she wanted more of it or not. But Discord? Did she want that contact from Discord?

As if he could read her mind Discord said “I am not asking if you find me attractive baby butt. Just if you can admit to yourself that you like this.”

Dash’s ears folded back in shame.

Frustrated, Discord said “Oh, you ponies… You are so afraid of a little chaos”. He paused for a moment before adding, “There is fun to be had in the strange, you know. You just gotta let yourself go there.”

Dash was a lot of things but never liked being called “afraid.”

“I don't find you attractive Dashie” Discord said. "But if you can admit that you like this, then you may just have more fun than even you are used to having."

Dash tried to summon a response… but before she could Discord just shushed her.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “I’ll make it easy on you. You don't have to say anything yet. Just tell me if you want me to stop okay?”

Without waiting for a response, Discord went back to work. He lifted Dash’s legs off of the table and gave her soaked diaper rump a quick swat. Dash “mumphed” at this again but didn’t object. She could tell that this was less of a ‘spanking’ and more of a teasing swat. This may all be strange… but she could handle being teased she reasoned as she thucked more on the paci.

Discord lowered her legs and undid the tapes on her diaper. Dash sucked in a breath through her nose as the cool air hit her wet privates and her crotch and rump were revealed to the audience. The whistles and catcalling resumed, and Dash whined into her paci in distress.

“I told you, silly pony,” Discord said. “They respond to you.”

Dash sucked on her paci more as she thought of this. She tried to not care that they were there. And in response… the audience got quieter.

Discord giggled. A wipe appeared in his hand, and he set to work cleaning her up.

Dash moaned in embarrassment, and the crowd jeered anew. But this time she was ready. She told herself she didn’t care if they saw. That it was okay to play this game and that she didn't need to be consumed by fear that this would ruin her reputation if it were made public knowledge. The audience grew quiet again in response, and Dash slapped herself in the forehead with a hoof.

Discord laughed. “You really were worried they were real huh?” he asked. “I won't be offended sweetie, after all… I haven't always been great at knowing boundaries…”

Dash snorted a wordless agreement and laid back, more relaxed now then she’d been since she got to this realm.

“That’s it… lay back, sweetie. Wiggle a little bit and feel the sensations” Discord said. “When was the last time you were this cared for?”

Emotionally exhausted a bit from her relief from all the embarrassment she had been feeling, Dash just murmured a bit and lay back suckling on her paci. She wiggled a bit and felt the wet diaper squish under her weight and giggled at the surprisingly pleasant sensation. Dash couldn't suppress a goofy smile. This was all so silly! Here she was getting her diaper changed like a filly after she thoroughly soaked it. But… now that she knew it was private? This all felt kinda nice… She felt cared for. Some part of her brain remembered this… and it felt awesome to return to this moment. On a changing table. Just being cleaned by a caretaker. Totally free to relax and feel worth all this attention.

The audience ‘awwed,’ but this time it made Dash smile. They weren't making fun of her. It was just how she felt… She was cute, and she liked it.

Discord lifted Dash’s legs again and pulled the purple patterned diaper from under Dash’s waist. He set to work cleaning her rump. Used wipes would disappear from his hand as they were soiled and new ones would pop into existence to replace them. He cleaned her well and even poked lightly at her tail-hole as he made sure that no urine was left between her rump cheeks to cause the pony any discomfort.

Dash decided. She liked getting touched under her tail.

Discord laughed and said, “I told you.”

Dash just blushed and wondered if Discord could read her thoughts…

“Usually I don't,” he said, “cause it’s kinda a rude invasion of privacy.”

Dash’s eyes shot open from her happy, comfortable haze as she realized her inner monologue wasn’t private.

“See?” Discord said. “But this time I wanted to make sure… I… wouldn't wanna… I mean…”

Dash shot Discord a quizzical look as he stumbled for words, a thing he rarely ever did.

“I’d only wanna play this game if you liked it Dash,” he said.

Dash let herself fall back and suckled on her paci more, thinking over all this.

“Don’t worry.” Discord said, “Even for most of this game your thoughts have been private, this was just the first time I was touching you here, and I had to know if it was a thing you wanted me to not do.”

Dash felt reassured by this. Her diaper area was now clean, and Discord turned his attention to where the pee had gotten on her legs and a little up her midsection. With another snap of his fingers, he set an army of wet wipes after the pony. She yelped and wiggled as the cool wipes pressed against her from all angles. She felt like she was getting an improvised bath from soft fabric tongues swiping her body.

As she was cleaned, Discord seemed to ponder what he’d do with her next. “Hmm, shall we go with a design of another of your friends, or perhaps something that’s just adorable like the hamster? Do I want to give you your wings, or should you be without them for now? Ooh, I could do that… But no... Hmm, let's go with this,” the draconequus teased as he held his hand up to stop the wet wipes.

Dash felt as if every single crevice on her body had been wiped clean by the wet wipes. She watched as they flew into her former diaper, stuffing it full before it taped itself up and dropped with a damp plop directly to the right side of her head. She could lightly smell the scent of the still warm pee emanating from the diaper, a humbling reminder that she’d drenched it entirely like a little foal.

Discord continued to bend reality, and moments later, Dash found another huge baby bottle floating over her. Her paci was removed and just floated near her head, and Dash grunted as the bottle's big nipple pushed into her mouth and started to leak down her throat. The comically large bottle held a lot of liquid, insurance that she’d soon be soaking another diaper if she didn’t get through the next couple rounds quickly.

Next, the draconequus summoned a new thick disposable diaper. Dash watched as he lifted her hind hooves to pull her rump from the changing table and slowly slid the back of the padding under her. She kept gulping down the sweet milk as four bottles of foal powder started dusting her with their babyish contents, and as the dust cloud settled, she felt the front of the diaper strapped up into place.

Dash had to work a little while longer to finish the large bottle. But once it was empty, it was pulled away, and she looked down to see that the diaper had tiny carrots all over it and green and brown dots between them. As her paci returned to her maw Dash felt full and apprehensive, she felt the milk sloshing inside her and knew that meant more wet diapers in her future. She looked back up just as Discord finished his next creation, and her blush immediately returned in full force.

Her eyes fell upon a huge plush bunny suit, with soft pink fur covering the outside and enormous back feet. She saw the suit had fake antlers in addition to its fake floppy ears, It was a pink jackalope suit. The mouth of this one was open, thankfully, but it’s comically large teeth looked like they’d be big enough to cover Dash’s eyes.

The suit hopped over to Dash, and she grunted. Had he given it life? It jumped up on her, and its zipper flew open. She squirmed but could feel the soft plush padding covering up her body steadily. The talcum made it easier for the suit to slip onto her, and before long, she was every bit the pink plush bunny that Discord wanted her to be.

A hole had been left for her wings, though that really only served to make the suit look even more silly. The teeth slid over her eyes, yet she realized she could see through them, though her vision was a little obscured. She wondered how this was all possible, then remembered just how crazy things could get with Discord around. Finally, she felt the suit pull her to a seated position, and felt its fluffy tail wagging wildly behind her.

“Awww, there we go. Now Dashy, that suit is super special for the next round. It's going to work with you as long as you want it to, and it's going to work against you whenever you are conflicted as to what you want,” the chaos draconequus stated cryptically.

Though Dash didn’t fully understand, she tried to stand up. The suit didn’t inhibit her at all. Well… she thought… it didn't resist her attempts at movement, even seemed to be powered to help her move by lifting its legs along with her when she did. She’d be just as fast in this thing as she normally was. But her balance was all off, the big hind feet felt awkward to move, and the large rump combined with her own diaper made her waddle like a toddler. But overall, she liked this suit much better than the last ones. This one wouldn’t impede her speed, and she felt like that would give her her edge back.

“Alright, for the next challenge, we have a race. That’s why I picked an extra special suit for you, A lucky rabbit suit. It should make you extra fast,” the chaotic draconequus teased as he started to warp the stage.

The changing table disappeared, and Dash dropped to the stage on her padded behind. She looked up as a vast track formed before her, through trees, over short rivers, and far further into the distance than she’d been expecting.

“Alright, I know how fast you can go Dashie, but your goal isn’t only to race here. There are several devious traps set up along the way, and your goal is to deliver special eggs at twenty points along the path. You’ll find a basket for each one, and each candy egg you deliver will be worth two points for you. Do you understand the rules?” Discord said as he looked down at the crinkle clad pony.

Dash saw a large basket floating to her side, she assumed that it would follow her to make the deliveries. “Yeth, I undeswand,” the pony said, embarrassed as she butchered the sentence into toddler talk around the paci in her maw.

She remembered Discord’s second condition, and secretly tried to push the paci out of her mouth a little with her tongue as a test, but it’s guard stayed right against her lips, and she giggled as she realized she really had no choice but to suck on it for the rest of the game. She felt her cheeks warm with renewed embarrassment, but she also felt a slight thrill. This was still fun, even if it was humiliating. As the suit’s tail started to wag back and forth rapidly, she had an idea as to why Discord had animated the suit.

The cutesy jackalope around her reflected her inner excitement, and she wondered just how the ‘audience’ would respond. She heard an aww rise from the stands, and she tried to bring her focus back on the task at hand. As she turned back to the track, she started looking around to see if she could spot any baskets. A few were out in the open, but she knew she was going to have to hunt for most of them.

“Go!” Discord proclaimed as he flew high over the arena.

Dash started forward, grunting as the suit actually turned her gait into a hop due to its overly large hind feet and much smaller front ones. She felt silly as she hopped along the path toward the first basket she’d seen, but then she remembered she could fly.

Dash took to the skies. The suit felt weightless, it was still powered to follow her own movements even in the air. But a skilled flyer like Dash was instantly aware of how it messed with her aerodynamics, even at this low speed. What’s more, was that many of her moves would cause the suit to bump into itself in ways her own body didn’t when not wearing the suit. The bunny suit had an especially plump rump, varied leg sizes, and a different body shape. Dash realized that she’d have to try and account for these changes and if she fell back into her well-trained muscle memory it might get her into trouble.

She reached the first basket, the sporty pony felt good to have her athleticism back on her side but was trying to keep an eye out for the traps Discord had mentioned. She dropped to the ground beside the basket, looked over in the one that was floating next to her, and pulled out a small brown egg that looked as though it was made of chocolate.

As she set the egg in the basket, Dash heard a ding and saw her score increase. She turned and saw another basket pretty close by. She hopped closer, moving as quickly as she could, but before she reached the basket, she heard a click under her.

Dash looked down just in time to see bars surrounding her feet. She tried to jump forward, but it was a bit too late. The trap sprung up, colorful bars surrounding the pony, and as they reached about twice her size, they clicked into place. Dash looked as she saw several foal toys appear inside the childish cage. It was a playpen. She even saw a smaller version of the bear that had utterly dominated her last round, which brought an immediate blush to her face.

Dash moved to the bars and looked through them. She felt abashed, yet couldn’t help a wave of curiosity. She hopped up, barely snagging the top of the bars, and tried to pull herself out. She miscalculated the size of her bunny butt though, and soon she fell on her rump at the bottom of the cute playpen, landing next to some blocks and the plushie with a blush.

As Dash moved to roll to her feet, she felt the suit slowing her down. She felt the bunny tail wagging as she looked around the pen, feeling even more flustered having her hidden excitement on display. She could fly out she realized… but she somewhat wished it was a more difficult trap. She kinda wanted to be stuck in the pen for a minute or two, even if it put her at a disadvantage to finish the race. She grunted as she felt the suit move on its own, lifting its hind feet up, then whined as they pressed to her face cutely. The suit started to rock back and forth on its back and reached over to grab a block. Dash finally fully understood what Discord meant. If she kinda wanted to be a foal for a bit, the suit would take over, and only if she really wanted to stay in control would she be able to. She was caught in inner debate wondering what would happen next if she didn't wrestle back that control.

She let the suit keep control for the moment, and felt her front hooves pick up two blocks. She turned her top half to the side and started stacking up the pile of blocks. It was so easy, as the suit knew just what to do, and she looked toward the audience apprehensively as she heard them aww loudly. She didn’t want to get up just yet, especially when she saw the smaller version of the plushie move.

“Aww, you’re missing your diaper baby bun. Come here,” the plush said as a comically large cloth diaper appeared.

Dash blushed as she felt the plush slowly roll her onto it, but as she started trying to squirm, she felt the suit fighting her for control. She knew then that deep down some part of her really wanted to get diapered by the bear, so she groaned and laid back to let that part get placated.

Dash whined in humiliation as she saw the bear dousing the bunny suit’s crotch with talcum. She whimpered even louder as she felt just how thick the cloth diaper being fitted over her suit was. She wondered if she should let this continue, but as the plush massaged the talcum in, rubbing her crotch through its own thick padding pleasantly, she merely lay back and allowed the change to continue.

The plush took its time pinning the diaper on her, primarily because in this smaller form the padding was cartoonishly big enough to be a bit unwieldy. Eventually, she felt the last pin slipped into place, and she rolled slowly to her feet. She pressed her front hoof down to the front of the soft padding and moaned as she felt just how soft and thick it was. She felt the suit’s tail wagging happily, but resolved that if she wanted to be free, she was going to have to make up her mind and get out of the playpen.

The suit conformed to her will as she gained enough mental strength to overpower the desire to see what else waited for her in the playpen. She started to fly but grunted as she realized the comically large diaper made it even harder to take to the air. She reached a paw down to test the pins, but they held sure and seemed to be too complicated for her to work with her hooves padded up in the faux bunny paws.

Dash barely made it over the playpen wall and hopped to the basket to deliver the next egg. She dropped it into the basket as Discord called out, “Another two points for our contestant. Isn’t she just the cutest folks? I bet if we put her back in the playpen, she might stay for even longer next time, but she has eighteen more baskets to go and so many delicious traps to fall into.”

“Plus, she makes the most adorable diaper bun, doesn’t she?” Dash heard Discord magically whisper right into her ear.

She whined as she felt her tail wagging again, blushing as the realization of just how much fun this was set in on her. The fun she was having being treated like a foal left no doubt in her mind, win or lose… this was absolutely worth experiencing.

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Dash’s next couple deliveries went much smoother. She dodged out of the way of a high chair that she almost felt the urge to go back and hop into to see what it did. She slipped out of a crib before the temptation to lie down on its ultra soft mattress and merely sit around could tempt her too much, and she managed to spot a few of the traps before they even started. The suit didn’t fight her as long as she didn’t lose the will to keep going on. Of course, Discord constantly teased her from high above as the audience gasped, cheered, and awwed at her every move.

Soon enough, she’d delivered eleven of the eggs, and she felt amazing. She was so close to her goal, and as long as she kept up the pace, she’d be able to win the round. She grunted as she looked at the scoreboard. There was a time there, but in a move she was sure was deliberate, she couldn’t read it through the obscuring front teeth. Her score was easy enough to see, but she knew Discord had hidden the time so she’d never know just how long she had to goof around before the round would be over.

Of course, the urge to see what the traps were capable of never entirely left her. As she continued along, she saw three baskets in a row. This was it, she’d be caught up in points and even a little bit ahead. As she hopped along, she did her best to watch for any traps. She got to the first basket easily, then delivered one of the eggs to the second basket. She was now ahead by one point. As she moved to the third, she paused. She could see a circle of traps surrounding the basket.

Dash sat stumped for a moment. The basket was too far in the circle for her to reach it without stepping in one of the traps. After a moment of consideration, she again remembered she could fly. She slapped her head lightly with one of the faux jackalope feet, realizing she was letting herself think too much like a bunny for her own good. She took to the air, pulled out an egg, and started forward carefully.

Dash heard a click as the trap circle below her activated. She grunted, realizing she hadn’t flown high enough to compensate for the overly thick cloth diaper. She scrambled and tossed the egg toward the basket just in time and watched with bated breath as it flew toward its target.

She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the egg land safely in the basket. She looked down as she heard a loud canvas zipping sound, and whined as she realized what was below her. An oversized canvas baby bouncer was pulling in around her, squishing her crotch and locking around her chest and shoulders tightly. She felt the rubbery cords tug up to attach to a tree above her, and grunted as she felt her weight press into the fabric before the whole contraption started to bound up and down.

Dash groaned as she bounced in the babyish contraption. Every squish down crushed the diaper against her crotch, and every bounce up made her feel the soaring sensation of taking off. She blushed as she realized the suit’s tail was wagging madly and she grunted loudly as the next bounce made her realize she had a full bladder again. She wasn’t wholly desperate yet, but the bouncing was distracting, and she knew it wouldn’t be too long before it became an issue.

Yet, something even more distracting than the rising urge to pee was the two pure white hooves that were reaching toward the floating basket from the top of the bouncer. Dash watched in curiosity as two of the eggs were pulled from the basket and moved behind her. One of the hooves gently pulled the back of the soft cloth diaper out, and the eggs were both deposited in the back.

Dash yelped. When the chocolate eggs had been dropped into the rear of the comically large cloth diaper on the bunny suit, she felt two more chocolate eggs summoned in the seat of her own inner diaper to match them. She whimpered as she felt them start to melt from her body heat. “Awww, looks like Diaper Dash is having a fun time in her bouncer! I wonder if she’ll be able to get out,” Discord teased.

Dash grunted as she looked down at the humiliating baby bouncer. Her lack of conviction let the suit start to gain control, and she whimpered as she felt the suit thrust her body down into the bouncer before kicking off from the ground with both feet. She squealed in both pleasure and humiliation as the jackalope suit bounced her in the babyish device. She somehow knew at that moment that she loved these as a foal and that this is the exact thing she'd do if she didn't have inhibitions about enjoying them again.

As she bounded down Dash’s face went as red as could be. One of the eggs broke open, and she felt chocolate goop pour out into the back of her diaper and spread all over her pampered hind end. She figured the ones in the outer diaper were doing the same and groaned as she realized that this would make her look like she messed herself. She watched with a slight whimper as two more eggs were slowly lifted toward her.

“Ooh, what a messy little foal! But it looks like she’s having fun,” Discord said as she squished down into the chocolate again.

Her face was entirely red, but the tail of the suit was wagging all the harder as she closed her eyes in embarrassment. She knew how much she loved this foal time, yet the embarrassment was nearly enough to win over and let her take control back. The next two eggs were dropped into the outer diaper, and with them, two more were again summoned into her inner padding. She whined as she felt them below her with the next bounce down, feeling their outer shell melting, and she knew it was only a matter of time before they were plastered to her behind. She whined loudly as she looked at the basket and realized they’d all been replaced. If she could escape, she could keep trying to get the rest of the baskets.

She tried to want to escape. She tried to focus on her desire to win. But she won games all the time… She never got to feel like a foal like she was getting right now. As she remained conflicted, the bunny suit was making it harder on her. Constantly giving her fun sensations as it moved on its own and made it hard for her to focus on wanting to get out of the humiliating baby bouncer.

She felt the bunny suit pull her legs in, and didn’t fight at all as it pushed them down into the ground hard, sending her flying higher in the babyish bouncer as she grunted loudly. She felt herself dropping down, and closed her eyes in anticipation. As she felt her butt mash the eggs hard enough to split them and cover her behind in their inner chocolate goop, she groaned exceptionally loudly. She felt the jackalope suit grinding her hind end back and forth, rubbing the chocolate in and letting her feel just how much like a foal she could feel like getting bounced in a mushy mess.

As she bounced down again, Dash felt a dribble in the front of her diaper. She whined and moved her front hooves to her crotch to try to hold it in, but as the bouncing continued, she realized it was too late. With every bounce down, a spurt of pee filled the front of her padding. Two more chocolate eggs were deposited into her diaper, and the suit bounced up hard again. This time, the eggs didn’t crack right away… She wondered what was going on as the front of her diaper warmed helplessly.

Even without the suit in control, she didn’t know if she could bring herself to fight the bouncing. She squirmed lightly, but as the bunny pushed off from the ground again, both front hooves flew up to brace against the bands holding the bouncer. Her eyes flew wide open, and she moaned helplessly as she felt one of the eggs align with her back door… Whimpering, she realized exactly what was happening moments before it did. As her weight fell back down, she felt the egg get pushed quickly and painlessly into her magically lubed rear. She ‘mumphed’ around her paci and froze as the bouncing continued… She felt… full… back there… and was surprised to realize that she liked it, a lot…

As she bounced the second egg aligned and pushed in to join the first and she moaned in embarrassment again. With each bounce, her weight would shift and change how her inner walls would push against the chocolate eggs invading her rear. Dash closed her eyes and moaned. She’d never really entertained the idea of playing with her tailhole before… But now? She knew that rump stuff was gonna become a common thing for her. Dash smiled as she felt two more eggs appear in her diaper. She bit her lip as one by one they aligned on a bounce up and then would push in as her weight came back down. The audience was whistling and hooting its approval.

Just as Dash was starting to feel particularly full back there, the bouncing slowed. She dangled and spun gently for a moment and then squealed into her paci-gag as she realized what the suit was up to. She knew the bunny suit was still in control as she lifted up slightly in her bouncer and involuntarily begin to push… The eggs had melted in her rear a bit and came out as broken chocolate shells along with their inner goop. Her push to expel the pressure in her rump caused her to let loose all the pee she had been holding, and she drenched her diapers in earnest as she loaded up the back with chocolate.

She suckled her paci for comfort as she felt her diaper fill. She knew she should hate this… but the wagging of the bunny tail let her know that she secretly loved this. Even if she didn't wanna admit it to herself. She was suddenly conflicted to have the suit let her know that… To have it skip over the self-doubt and instantly affirm that she liked this.

Her ears lowered in shame… This was too much. She shouldn’t like this. No one should. Dash didn't even really hear when the audience resumed its jeering.

“I shouldn't like this…” she thought.

She felt the diaper around her waist start to leak into the plush bunny suit and the outer diaper and sniffled slightly as she finished peeing.

“Shhh, poor baby. She’s all kinds of squishy now, isn’t she?” Discord soothed from above. “It's hard to admit what you like I guess when it's not normal at least.”

The audience laughed and cooed at her.

She didn’t know what they were saying, but she knew it was embarrassing. The jackalope suit made her squish and wiggle into the mess in the back of her padding. Its tail was still wagging away as it resumed its happy bouncing. Dash felt defeated. This round was over, and she just wanted the timer to run out already.

Round five

The round ended quickly. The whole bunny trail set disappeared in a puff, along with it, Dash’s bouncer and even her jackalope suit. Dash whined loudly as she fell and landed right on her chocolate packed diaper as the stage reset to normal. Dash could feel the chocolate goop squish in her diaper with her every move and felt even more vulnerable now that she wasn't hidden in that silly plush suit.

“Dash…” Discord said, approaching the sullen pony.

Dash couldn’t look the chaotic draconequus in the eyes. She sat miserably on the stage pushing the paci as far out of her mouth as the magic spell holding it there would let her. She didn't wanna suck a paci right now. Right now, she wanted out of this diaper.

“Sweetheart…”

There it was again… why was discord talking to her like that? Why was he being so… gentle… Dash couldn't remember ever hearing Discord call anyone ‘sweetheart’... But now here he was doing it to her. Discord placed a paw to her chest and pushed her onto her back, making Dash wince as the chocolate mess in her diaper shifted under her weight again.

“Deep breaths sweetie,” he said.

Dash wanted to object, but he bopped her lightly on the nose.

“No, no sweetheart, no ‘silly-pony’ thoughts right now, just breath” Discord said.

Discord was slowly stroking Dash’s chest as she lay on her back. Not having any better options, she tried to comply. Dash took a big inhale through her nose and let it out slowly.

“Good baby, that's a real good Dashie, keep going” Discord praised.

Dash pouted briefly at being called a baby. But the deep breathing was calming her down, and she felt a little embarrassed over how emotional she had gotten. Dash continued to breathe slowly as Discord pet her chest and sides.

“I’ve turned off the audience for a moment,” Discord said.

Dash realized that it was awfully quiet on the empty stage now. Just the sounds of her slow breathing and the crinkle and squish of her diaper when she shifted her weight around. She felt a little drained after her emotional rollercoaster and was content to just breathe slowly and be pet for a moment. Dash relaxed into her pose on her back and felt about ready for a nap.

“Why does it matter so much what other ponies would think?” Discord asked.

Dash took a sharp inhale as she was brought back to the question at hand, but Discord pressed on.

“You were having fun Dashie. If the audience cheers…” Discord waved his free hand, and the audience burst into roaring applause like she had just performed a Sonic Rainboom, “or if they boo…” with a flick of Discords wrist the audience switched to booing in harsh disapproval, “what does it matter?”

Discord let the audience switch back and forth a few times as Dash lay and thought. Hearing the audience bounce in its reaction like this did take a lot out of the sting of it. It felt empty and hollow now, just a trick that didn't bear the weight it used to seem to hold.

“I’m not telling you to really do this in public Dashie, but in private, do you really need to be ashamed to just enjoy some silly games? Who cares if they are normal? They make you happy… And honestly… did you ever really wanna be ‘normal’? Huh? Rainbow Dash the awesome Wonderbolt? Do you secretly long to be Rainbow Dash the ‘totally normal and not cool pony’? Is that what you want?”

Dash furrowed her brow in concentration… No, ‘normal’ was never a thing she was shooting for. ‘Amazing’ was more her speed.

“So in a safe space why not explore all the interesting things that make you ‘you’? Why not dive in and see just how much you can like this and be free to really let your awesome inner self shine? Huh? Just let go of that silly shame of what you like. Be in the moment. Enjoy this game. It isn't hurting anyone. You least of all. And your inner love for it is a part of what makes you special.”

Discord leaned in and blew a raspberry on Dash’s chest, and Dash giggled. She knew immediately that that was another thing deep in her memory that she didn't know she still had. Her mom used to do that, and it always made her laugh as a foal.

“There’s my happy baby,” Discord said with a smile.

He leaned in and kissed her on her forehead. Dash let out a murmur of happy approval at the contact and resumed suckling her paci. Discord just chuckled.

“You ready to keep going?” he asked. “You’re getting very close to the end.”

Dash thought for a moment. Did she wanna keep going? Discord flicked his wrist again, and the bit pile reappeared. Dash locked eyes on it for a moment before it vanished again. It looked like an awesome prize. Sure she didn't really need the money… Being a Wonderbolt paid pretty good. But… it did remind her that this was a game. And she wasn't about to quit a game so easily.

Discord’s smile returned in full force. “There’s my girl,” he said. He pulled up her legs and patted the bulging seat of her diaper. Dash responded with a wince.

“Ah, ah” he chided. “Remember, it’s okay. You’re okay. Okay? Ask yourself if you like this and try to listen to what yourself has to say…”

Discord smushed her droopy seat a bit and then rubbed her diaper front. Dash let out an appreciatory moan around her paci, making discord chuckle.

“You’re real cute Dash,” he said, “but also a little sad…”

Dash shot a confused look his way as she worked her paci.

“You’re so afraid of letting yourself be ‘you’ around others that you won't let yourself come outta the closet. Look at you… you are so desperate for some touches here” he patted her rump again before lightly tracing a claw over her diaper’s outer plastic shell right above her slit. “I mean, get a sex life girl!” he teased.

Dash blushed and looked away.

“It's okay… I know it's hard sometimes. But baby… Unlike diapers and foal stuff, being gay is a thing you can do in public. No one worth a darn is gonna even bat an eye if you walk through the market side by side with a mare friend. And you need some snuggles, babycakes, as well as some sex.” Discord patted her diaper front before saying, “It’s hard, but it's easier than you are making it. Watch… I’ll show you.”

In a poof Dash’s diaper was gone. She was totally clean and left in just her fur. She mumphed in surprise around her paci.

“I bet, you miss having gotten a real change huh?” Discord teased. “Its less fun to just be magicked clean, isn't that right baby butt?”

Dash’s ears folded back in embarrassment but she knew he was right. She nodded and looked at her diaperless rump.

“Well, maybe I missed a spot. Hmmm?” Discord teased. “Open wide if you want me to double check?”

Discord poofed by her feet, poised and ready with a baby wipe in his paw. Dash suckled her paci and froze… he wanted her to… “open wide?”...

Discord sensed her hesitation and slumped a bit. “Ponies…” he said. “I’ve been on my best behavior all darn day, and you still don't trust me!” He stuck his tongue out at Dash. “The rule isn't that you never let anyone under your tail, it's that you only let them when you want to, and if you trust them.” Discord let his words sink in before continuing, “Do you trust me Dashie? I may not want what some would want from under your tail, but I do want my foal happy and clean.”

Dash realized that she did trust Discord. Slowly, she spread her legs to give him better access.

“That's my girl,” he said.

Discord went to work cleaning her private’s up. It was sensual, but not sexual. Dash was in heaven. It felt good to be cared for. Several wipes later and Dash was practically purring. Loudly suckling on her paci, on her back with her legs spread as Discord wiped down her rump and between her legs. It felt… right… it felt comforting, to have someone to trust to clean her there again. To just lay back and be vulnerable and open and to be rewarded for doing so with care and attention. Dash knew she was part foal inside now.

Discord patted her on the flank to signal that it was time to get up. Groggily, Dash rolled over.

“Shake it off Dash,” he said. You still have one more round to go!”

Dash jumped in place a bit as if she were getting psyched up for a race. She grinned, she was almost at the finish line, and she was more determined to win now than ever. As she did, she saw Discord grinning at her. “Heh, first, a change of costume is in order,” the draconequus said with a snap of his fingers.

The change this time was much more instant. Her hind legs bowed out as they were parted by a thick inner disposable diaper and as her new suit took shape over the top of it, Dash's cheeks flushed. She realized it was taking on the form of a tiger, and she wondered what sort of challenge she’d get wearing a suit like this. The suit’s rump bulged around her own diaper, but it wasn't wearing a cloth one of its own. She saw the draconequus look down at her with a sure grin on his face. As the transformation finished off, he appeared right in front of her with a chuckle.

“Alright, now, before I tell you the challenge, I’d like to show you the consolation prize, just so you know what your reward will be if you don’t manage to win,” Discord said as he held his hand to one side.

Dash looked where Discord indicated, two prize pedestals were sitting there, and her face went completely red when she saw what was sitting on the new one. Pack after pack of diapers, similar to the ones she’d been wearing so far during the contest but with tons of variety to them. “That’s right... If you lose, you’ll go home with a year supply of diapers, courtesy of your wonderful host,” Discord said as the audience cheered loudly.

Dash felt conflicted and embarrassed that she felt conflicted in the first place. Surely the large bit prize was the better one. She could buy all the diapers she wanted with that pile of money. Yet, the thought of going in a store and asking for cute diapers in her size made her cringe inside, and the idea of getting seen in public with something like that was just mortifying.

She looked back and forth between the two prize pedestals. “Well, let's go ahead and get the rules out of the way. This next round is going to be a babying competition. The goal is simple, you need to make your opponent feel as babyish as possible without the same happening to you. You’re going to actually start out with twenty points, and you’ll gain or lose points based on what happens in the round to a minimum of zero or a maximum of forty.” Discord explained as he started to transform the stage.

The stage was a bit of a mishmash of the other ones she’d seen so far. The surfaces were all padded, yet large trees were everywhere. She could see the baskets she’d added chocolate eggs to in the last round hanging from some of the higher branches, and even piles of what looked like snowballs but which smelled suspiciously like talcum powder. Dash looked around and wondered who exactly she’d be facing.

Then, she saw them. Among the trees, the costumes she’d been in so far were looking at her. She noticed they were all much cleaner than when she’d left them. Even the hamster was in one of the comically poofy cloth diapers, and as she looked around, she realized that all their eyes were on her. So much for babying her opponents. She shuddered to think about what they could do if they caught her. Did they have memories of what she’d failed on so far?

“Go!” Discord shouted one last time.

Dash darted for a nearby tree, ducking behind it just as three of the talcum snowballs slammed the ground right behind her. She saw the white powder poof out and realized these foal powder snowballs were lightly held together with baby oil. If that got on her, the smell would soak in and ensure once she was free she’d have an even harder time getting the babyish scent out of her fur. She looked around desperately, wondering where she should go when the bunny she’d just been wearing hopped around the corner and gave her a goofy smile.

Dash yelped as the soft rabbit jumped at her. She couldn’t get out of the way in time to keep the jackalope's large hind feet from knocking her gently to the ground and pinning her down. She went cross-eyed as the big, thankfully cleaned, cloth diaper was pushed against her face with the big jackalope feet wrapped to either side of her head to keep her down.

Dash started to wriggle and squirm, yet the big bunny held her down. She got a glimpse around his massive diaper and saw the hamster suit dragging one of the comically large cloth diapers toward her rear end. She bucked and wriggled, but her heart wasn't in it. She liked getting diapered too much to really try to resist this rare opportunity to have one strapped on her again.

Dash blushed brilliantly as she saw another snowball sailing through the air toward her. She couldn’t move with the big rabbit on her, and she groaned loudly as it splashed against the crotch of her tiger suit and exploded into a massive dose of powder. She looked up and saw her score go down by one on the board, but she knew she still had a chance.

Dash wanted to win. Prizes be damned, her reputation was on the line! She was the best at games, and she knew it. She put her all into it and slowly started to worm out of the bunny’s grip. She blushed all the brighter as she realized that there was hardly enough substance to keep her pinned down if she was trying. She felt the hamster try to drag her back and onto the soft cloth diaper, and whimpered as she delayed for a moment.

That was all it took, and the hamster had her by both feet and was dragging her back below the bunny’s diapered rump. She saw the rabbit’s tail wagging playfully as she got pulled into place and felt the hamster adjusting the cloth diaper around the tail of her costume. “Ooh, even dressed like a fierce feline predator, Diaper Dash just can’t resist being a cute little foal. Is she going to get strapped in?” Discord said from above as he watched the spectacle.

Dash grunted as she heard the audience cheering. She wasn’t about to give up. She noticed her score was still the same, so she started to pull and wriggle again in an attempt to get off the fluffy diaper before it could be pinned around her waist.

“C’mon” the pony grunted around her pacifier to bolster herself.

Just as Dash started to make progress again, she felt the hamster lift both ankles. She wiggled around but felt one of his soft plush paws come down with a plushy thump on her rear end. It didn’t hurt anything more than the pony’s pride as she was punished like a naughty foal for not holding still for her diaper change.

The hamster continued her diaper change as she saw the Spike suit moving closer. She wondered what Spike was doing for a moment before she saw what was in his hand. He had a baby bonnet that would fit over the head of the suit! Dash did not wanna wear a bonnet. But with the bunny’s fluffy rump pinning her to the ground she was hardly in any position to fight it. The Spike suit moved in and started tying the bonnet into place.

The pony grunted as she felt the hamster pull the thick padding up between her legs. She looked at the scoreboard and saw the bonnet had removed two points from her score. She was as low as she could go if she wanted to win. She whimpered as she considered trying to squirm out, but blushed as she imagined the hamster would give her a far more through spanking if she tried. She grunted as she saw the Spike suit pick up another one of the snowballs and look down at her. He didn’t move to throw it yet, but she knew he could any moment if he wanted to.

The hamster deftly pinned the diaper around her waist, and she grunted as she lost another point. She felt a surge of determination rise within her, she wasn’t just going to lay here and take this without a fight. She squirmed and managed to toss the rabbit off of her and onto the hamster. She turned to the Spike suit and deftly dodged as he threw the talcum ball at her. She couldn’t move as fast with the diaper between her legs, but she managed to get right up to the diapered dragon and push him against a tree.

Dash swiftly snagged the chocolate from the basket, and with a quick thrust of her plushy paw covered hoof, she stuffed it down the back of the dragon suit’s diaper. She heard the ding of her score going up once and sighed in relief. She looked at the clock, seeing that she only had about a minute left. Though the other two were getting to their feet if she could manage to avoid them long enough, she could still win this thing.

She took off through the trees, hearing talcum balls spattering the ground behind her, but if she just kept it up long enough, she’d be able to win this. The audience was cheering as loud as it had all day. Dash bit her lower lip. Though she still had thoughts coursing through her about winning the diapers, she knew she wasn’t going to quit trying for first prize. She looked around to see where all the suits were, seeing that they were all too far away and she had very little time remaining. The end was in sight, but as the time counted down, Dash saw something before her that made her heart and stomach leap.

There was a fourth suit, and it was one that looked exactly like her! Well, exactly wasn't right. This was a plushy version of Rainbow Dash that was larger than her and was the only one of the suits she’d seen so far with a disposable diaper rather than a comical cloth one. She looked and saw that its plushy expression was very happy and was startled to see herself reflected like this.

Dash screeched to a halt, both to avoid getting close enough to get in the suit’s grasp and to try to process her feelings at the sight of it. She glanced to the audience, but they were silent as if they were waiting for her to decide how she felt so they could match it. Then she glanced up at the clock which seemed to her to be going slower. She watched as the suit started to waddle closer to her, and she felt an urge to run.

Yet, in her delay, the diaper-clad pony had made a mistake. The other three caught up to her and utterly dog-piled her. Dash watched as the plushy version of her moved up to her, and moved its hoof down to its crotch. The diaper came off, and the audience seemed to be watching reverently as the suit started to move toward her while the other diaper creatures all held her down.

“Ooh, could this be the end? Will she get double diapered like the world’s heaviest wetting little foal?” Discord said from above as Dash watched the padding getting pressed toward her.

She whimpered as she looked back, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over her. She squirmed against the soft paws pinning her down, but she knew as well as they did that it wasn’t her full effort. She whined as she looked at the pile of diapers, and felt the crinkly undergarment cover up the pinned cloth diaper completely.

The tapes were swiftly tugged into place by her captors, and she heard the sound of the round buzzer. She grunted as she looked up, hoping the final tape hadn’t landed before the time was up. Yet, as she looked at the scoreboard, she felt crestfallen. The score read sixteen. She’d lost.

After the game

Discord floated down as the stage transformed once again, placing her on a podium that read “Our Brave Contestant” in baby block lettering below it. “Well, there you have it, folks, at a score of ninety-nine, Diaper Dash has lost!” The chaos draconequus said as he proudly presented Dash to the audience with his hands.

Dash kicked herself silently. She was so close… She never wanted to be a sore loser, but she wondered silently if the whole game was rigged and Discord had decided in advance that he wanted her to lose. Yet, even if that was the case, it still stung to come so close and not win.

Discord held up his hand, and Dash looked up at him in curiosity. “Well, you’ve got your consolation prize. However, since you were such a good contestant, I have one last little offer for you. Would you like to hear it?” the chaotic draconequus asked as he looked at Dash with a sincere warmth in his eyes.

Rainbow Dash grunted and stuck out her maw, drawing attention to the pacifier still stuck in her mouth to remind Discord that the game was over.

“Ah yes, sorry about that,” he said.

Discord snapped his fingers and Dash’s pacifier and costume suddenly vanished. Her thick inner disposable diaper stayed wrapped around her rump though.

“Well, you see Dashie, you’re hardly the first contestant who’s been on my little show. I’m quite fond actually of using a little chaos to liven up somepony’s day. Oh, it can be very different depending on who I am working with. But even the adult-foal theme has seen use before today. You see… that’s where you come in…” Discord said with a smirk.

Dash shifted uncomfortably, diaper crinkling all the while. Discord may not have been so big a jerk as to make this actually public, but now they seemed to be talking about other real ponies, and that made her very self-conscious of what she had just been through and of how she was still diapered. However… She was mesmerized by what she had just experienced, and so stayed silent, waiting to hear what Discord had to say.

“I have a dear friend who’s heart longed for a playmate you see. But, she was convinced that she was the only one who could enjoy this. I told her I’d prove to her that she could have a great playmate and that they’d love it too” Discord said, still very pleased with himself.

He floated over, so he was beside Dash. Dash just stared ahead and tried to process the fact that someone else liked this too.

“So, show me that you love it, Dash,” he said as he put one hand on her back and the other began rubbing the seat of her diaper. “Show me that you can stand to admit that you like this and that you want to play more…”

With that, the hand rubbing her diaper seat lifted her tail up while the other held her in place. Dash’s eyes boggled. She felt a pressure that she knew all too well in her rear, and at that moment, knew what Discord wanted of her.

“Buwhaaa?” she said.

Discord laughed.

“I… I mean… I… um…” Dash said.

“You and I both know you had a blast, Dashie. But foals need someone to play with, or they get lonely. Try not to be afraid. I’m just suggesting you spend more time having fun like today. If you do this, you earn the first place prize, and you’ll get to know what the rest of the offer is and can decide then if you wanna keep playing.”

The pressure to mess was increasing, but she could tell that she had a choice and that this wasn't being forced on her. She had felt awesome today while playing this game in ways she had never before experienced. Well… at least not since the last time her butt was in a diaper as a toddler. But still… it was embarrassing as heck…

“Or, if you want, we can stop playing now. If I am wrong and you don't like playing like this, then we never have to play involving diapers again.” Discord said.

That, Dash didn't want… She knew one thing, and that's that this couldn't end here and then just be over, never to happen again.

“I…” she said.

“Shhhh...” Discord cut her off. “Show me.”

Dash felt a pacifier floating before her maw and accepted it, sucking on it for comfort as she lowered her head a bit in shame. Her tail already hiked up by Discord’s hand, she let herself mess her diaper. It all happened fast, surreal almost. She let the pressure go and felt the back of her diaper crinkle and expand to make room for the warm mush. Her bladder released at the same time and she was once again in a fully used diaper.

“That's my girl,” Discord said. “So Fluttershy, satisfied?”

“Fwudderswy!?!” Dash exclaimed around the pacifier still in her maw.

Fluttershy chuckled as she approached, having enjoyed the show. But, concern was on her face too. She wore a hoofie-sleeper that had its own obvious diaper bulge. “You okay, Dashie?”

Dash suckled her pacifier as Fluttershy approached, she was surprised to see her oldest friend. The humiliation she felt at first faded fast as she saw that Fluttershy was foaled up too. “You wike dis?” she asked.

Fluttershy giggled and then pulled the paci from her friend's maw. “Making friends with Discord has shown me some unusual ways to enjoy myself. When I opened up to it, it was really great. I just… I never wanted to drag you into it...” she said with her eyes downcast.

“Heh, we hardly had to ‘drag’ her” Discord said. “And yes, yes, she insisted that you not be forced and that if you ever really weren't enjoying yourself that we stop. But in the end, she agreed to let me try to prove to her that I was right, that you too had an adult-foal side inside of you all along just waiting to be discovered. So, what do you say, Dashie? Wanna keep playing from time to time?”

“It doesn't always have to be a game show,” Fluttershy said. “We can just cuddle and nap, or go on a plushy photography safari, or anything else you can think of.”

Then, she added with a blush, “And if you do play this game again I’ll make him make it more fair, so it’s actually possible for you to win.”

Discord stuck his tongue out at the idea of being “made” to do anything.

“With Discord’s chaos magic your imagination really is the limit,” Fluttershy said. She had a hopeful sparkle in her eye, and it was clear that she really wanted Dash to agree to keep playing.

Dash’s mind was racing fast. “You mean… you are okay that I like this?”

Fluttershy laughed and turned, so her own padded rump was more prominent. “Yes, Dash, I’m very okay with it. In fact, I’m really happy to find that I won't be alone in liking thi…”

But that's as far as she got cause Dash zipped over to her and tackled her in a hug. “Of course I wanna play more with you!” She said as they collided on the ground.

Fluttershy giggled and nuzzled Dash, but then brought a hoof to her nose. Dash’s movement had let more of the smell escape her diaper. “Mr. Bear?” she called out.

The big plush bear re-materialized and walked over, but he wasn't in a diaper himself now and wore a caring expression. “My friend here needs a change, Mr. Bear. If that's alright, please, I mean.”

Dash scoffed at how polite Fluttershy always was while Discord said, “Not here, it's time to go back to the real world.”

“What?” Dash asked, alarmed.

Fluttershy giggled.

“Oh, would you relax,” Discord said. “I’ll pop us right back into your house, and no one will see us. I need to move in your prizes anyways.

They materialized right into Dash’s bedroom, and as Mr. Bear laid Dash on her bed for a change, Discord set about making a huge walk-in closet on a wall that had a hallway on the other side, but undeterred by this he still made it, so the closet had enough space inside to store the years supply of various designs and thicknesses of diapers.

‘I guess that’s just the benefits of chaos magic,’ Dash thought as she saw the impossible architecture of her new diaper closet.

Fluttershy laid down beside Dash on her bed. She propped up her head on a hoof and used the other hoof to slowly pet Dash’s side. Mr. Bear ripped the tapes on Dash’s diaper and pulled down the front, releasing the smell in full force to the room. Dash immediately cringed and looked to see Fluttershy’s reaction. But saw that Fluttershy was unabashedly watching with a warm smile, so Dash hid her eyes behind her hooves.

“Shhh…” Fluttershy cooed. She pulled Dash’s hooves away from her face and leaned in to kiss her on her muzzle. “It’s so good to have someone to share this with,” Fluttershy said, content to watch the change. “Once you’re in a new diaper, let's get bottles and take a nap. Just watching you compete left me ready for a nap. I bet you could use one too.”

Dash was more emotionally exhausted than physically tired. But as Mr. Bear wiped her bottom, she decided to agree. “Yeah, a nap sounds good.”

Discord made a huge chest in the closet to store all of the bits that Dash had won. He chuckled at how odd it was that it was so easy to motivate ponies with bits seeing as he could materialize them out of thin air. He was okay with using them as a tool sometimes but wished he didn't need it. After all, Dash had enjoyed herself a lot. She just had some strange ideas that she shouldn't let herself like it. Well, maybe he could train her out of that? He’d already made a lot of progress with Fluttershy... He knew that ponies needed a push if they were gonna enjoy chaos, and he was already thinking up some fun ideas to keep things interesting.

Mr. Bear slid a fresh diaper under Dash, but Fluttershy motioned for him to stop.

“Umm… Discord?” She asked, pushing through her own blush.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you um… clean up Dash for me please?” Fluttershy asked, her eyes closed and her face red.

Discord laughed and poked his head out of the walk-in diaper closet too see his girl in action.

“Sure thing sweetie!” he said.

Discord nodded at Dash and Dash felt a surge of magic across her nethers.

“So um… do you think you may wanna try having a marefriend then?” Fluttershy asked, her hoof tracing slow circles around Dash’s mound and casing Dash to squirm over her new open diaper.

“I… uh… yes…” Dash said quietly with her eyes closed.

Fluttershy leaned in and kissed Dash on her maw, pushing her tongue into her mouth like she had dreamed of doing many times in the past. Dash let herself be kissed, still trying to catch up emotionally to what was happening, but very much enjoying herself.

“I was so glad when Discord said you’d like this stuff too,” Fluttershy said. “You were always my first pick for a playmate.” She moved, so she was between Dash’s legs and lowered her face to Dash’s rump. “I just didn't think I could have you.”

Mr. Bear raised Dash’s legs as Fluttershy put a hoof to Dash’s slit and rubbed slowly but firmly. While she did that, her mouth went lower, and she kissed Dash’s tailhole.

Rainbow jumped. “Whoa! Nnnngh, Fluttershy?!?”

“Its okay” Fluttershy said, “he made you taste like strawberries back here.” She lowered her head back down and pushed her tongue inside Dash’s magically cleaned rump. All the while her hoof never let up on its stimulation to her marehood.

Dash squirmed. Fluttershy’s tongue inside her was lighting up her insides with tingles like she never felt before. Mr. Bear just held her legs up as Fluttershy worked her hoof and her maw, and so Dash let her head fall back with a moan. She would think about it later. For now, this felt much too good to question.

Discord chuckled at the scene and then returned to the diaper closet he was setting up for Dash. He made a large shelf and packed it full of diaper supplies like foal powder and wipes. Then he made a shelf for some naughty toys. A few vibrators and butt plugs to start… He wouldn't wanna go too much too fast and scare her away. But for sure he’d help her to find out what all she liked and to break outta her shell, just like he did for Fluttershy. Ponies may need a nudge, but chaos is good for them.

As Dash’s moans picked up in intensity from the bedroom Discord looked over the large walk-in closet packed with adult foal supplies he’d just made and smiled at his handiwork. Ever since his little girl had opened up and admitted that she longed for a playmate, he knew that he wanted only the best for her. And her sporty little friend is gonna work out great.