Trixie's horn starts to glow, a bright bulb of magical incandescence forming at the tip. You can hear her chanting something under her breath, but it seems to distant and exotic for you to even try to understand. Swirls of light, little wisps of energy start to circle around her body, then daritng upwards towards her horn. She seems to be borrowing energy from the air around you to fuel this trick.
You find yourself staring into it, the shining light soothes you, and feels like it's enveloping you with its gentle warmth. You're drooling now, you can't help but look deeper into it. She has you utterly mesmerized, all you want to do is bask in the warmth of her bright horn. And then you feel a different warmth. One pooling in the back of your diaper. You've messed yourself. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks and pulls you out of your relaxed state.
You slam your rear down, but it makes an audible squelch when you do. That, combined with the atrocious stench of pony manure, make it a lost cause to try and hide your mess from your mistress. You blush and stare downward at your slowly filling diaper.
Trixie notices your shame and laughs, "Ohoho, has my number-one fan soiled herself? Then I suppose my Incantation of Incontinence worked perfectly. I can't wait to try it out on that Sparkle.."
She's muttering under her breath again, and rubbing her forehooves together menacingly. You truly hope that she's not plotting on what to do to you next. You feel your diaperfront grow moist, you've pissed yourself too. The combination of your own odors is making you sick. You desperately try to pull the diaper off, but you can't manipulate the straps with your hooves, and using your mouth is out of the question. Trixie looks at you, utterly helpless, and brings a hoof up to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"Hmph, so pathetic. Do you want me to change you, my helpless little foal? That's a special diaper you know, immovable by anything save for unicorn magic."
You nod, to embarrassed to even think about asking her to change your filthy diaper. You feel like you want to cry.
"Oh, alright my dear, but there is just one condition." She says, and then whispers in your ear. Your eyes grow wide, you can't imagine why, but in order to get this diaper off you're going to have to do unspeakable things. But, if you want out you have no choice but to...
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