This choice: ... use the Incantation on another pony. Someone named Sparkle? • Go Back...Chapter #9An eye for an eye and a mess for a mess by: Godot   Yes, you heard her right. Trixie wants you to cast this awful spell on another pony, Twilight Sparkle of Ponyville to be exact. You have no idea who she is, or how your mistress knows her, but if Trixie wants to unleash the Incantation of Incontinence on her, you guess that the two aren't on speaking terms. Even still, the though of sharing this curse with another innocent pony makes you sick, almost as sick as the smell from the brewing mess in your diaper is making you.
"Trixe, I mean Great and Powerful Trixie I don't know if I can do that..." You say, and Trixie displays a disapproving scowl. Her horn illuminates, and you feel your bowels begin to contract again, twice as fierce as before.
"I mean yes! Yes I'll do it!" You panic. Trixie smiles, she prefers your obedience much more than your free thinking, it would appear. Her horn glows, and you wince, but feel nothing. Instead, a little piece of parchment floats off her vanity, rolls itself up and sticks itself into your saddlebag.
"Now your instructions," She says, "are so simple that even an incontinent animal like yourself couldn't fail. You are to take this scroll to Sparkle in her library, only a few blocks from where Trixie set up her stage today. Have her read the incantation out loud and her fate will be sealed. Understand?"
"But Mistress, how will I get her to read it?"
She dismisses your question with a flick of her hoof, "Come now, The Great and Powerful Trixie can't think of EVERYTHING, now can she? Figure something out. Any more questions?"
You shake your head sadly, and turn. But, before you can even step down off the stairs of her wagon, her voice beckons you again
"Take these!" She says, and levitates a package of light blue diapers, about ten count, into your other saddlebag. "Slip one of these on her, so that she is trapped inside her own mess and forced to wallow in her shame. In fact, do you have a camera?"
You nod.
"Splendid," Trixie taps her chin with her hoof, plotting, "Take pictures of her, lots of pictures in her messy diaper. Make sure she looks vulnerable and weak, and... And try to get her to beg if you can, yes..."
She seems to be drifting off into some perverse daydream, but she snaps back to reality for a moment, "What are you waiting for? Get moving!"
You quickly trot out of the door, your saturated diaper making it hard to run.
...
"..But as Pinkie learned, there is a time for games and a time for hard work, though I doubt there will be much work for her in the apple turnover business after that little fiasco.."
Twilight is hard at work writing her latest friendship report for the Princess, about her latest wacky adventure. Spike had fallen asleep, leaving her to write it alone. Not that she minded of course, Owloysius was there to keep her company, and she could always use more penmanship practice. But, before she could finish, she hears a little knock on the door.
"Now who could that be at this hour?" She says, placing her quill back into the inkwell.
Twilight trots over to the door, but stops just short when an atrocious scent assaults her nose. She sniffs herself, but can't smell anything on her, so it must be outside. With a bit of her magic, she opens the door, keeping a hoof on her nose to block the stink. Standing on her doorstep is an orange pony, dressed in saddlebags and a sagging diaper. You.
She takes a moment to analyze you, your messy rear and extra diapers sticking out of your saddlebags makes her think you're some sort of mentally challenged pony. Just as you hoped.
"What can I do for you?" She says, trying to be courteous, "Did you need help?"
"Yes, please," You say, trying to seem as pathetic as possible. You reach around to your saddlebags and retrieve the little scroll with your mouth. You carefully lay it down in front of her and say, "My mistress sent me into town with this note, but I can't read! I-I was wandering around town, and she told me not to come back until I did what was on the note, but I messed my diaper and I'm hungry and, and.."
You do a good job of looking like you're about to cry.
"No, please stay calm!" she begs, "It's okay, I can help. What do you need?"
You sniffle, "I just, just need you to read this out loud for me so I can do what it says."
"Of course sweetie, it says..." she squints to read the blue ink script.
"Ahmag onnash itmaap anteez."
There is a low gurgle, and suddenly Twilight seizes her gut and falls face first onto the floor. She moans, her guts must feel like they're going to burst. You move quickly, strapping one of the diapers around her rear, which is still sticking up in the air. Trixie must have had these custom-made for the occasion, on the rear of the fabric there is "Property of the Great and Powerful Trixie" stamped in red.
There is a wet squelching sound, and Twilight's diaper starts to expand with shit. The spell must have been extra-potent on her, she's producing much more than you. Her diaper is nearly sagging on the ground, little brown droplets squirting out from the side. Out of curiosity, you squish her mess about with your hoof, and Twilight moans. You squish it some more, sending little squirts of shit out from each side.
Suddenly, you remember Trixie's other stipulation, and grab your camera. You snap a few good pictures of Twilight, her face covered in a combination of bliss and disgust. Her whole body is dripping with sweat from the exertion of pushing out the mess. Her whole being reeks of sweat and scat. She looks up at you, tears in her eyes, and whispers,
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