This choice: ...both go and confront Trixie? • Go Back...Chapter #11Smelly Vengence by: Godot   "Okay, I think we've had plenty of fun, but I think we owe a certain great and powerful pony a visit." Twilight stands and brushes some of the filth from her legs.
"Wait, Trixie said these diapers are enchanted. Any unicorn could remove them. And you have to have a cure for the incantation, right?"
"Well, I do, but I've got a much nicer idea about how we can teach Trixie a lesson." She leans over to and whispers her master plan in your ear. Your eyes go wide. She couldn't possibly. No. Why that's just cruel. Had Trixie not done this to you, you would consider Twilight's plan inhumane. But given your situation the irony of everything would be absolutely delicious.
"Alright." You say, "Let's do it."
Twilight's grin spreads from ear to ear, "I was hoping you'd say that. It'll work much better with two loaded diapers."
...
"Oh Trixie, how ever did you become so beautiful?" Trixie whispered to her own reflection. She would kiss the mirror simply because it bore her image, but to her no cold piece of glace could compare to her own glorious lips. Perhaps just a peck? She smooched her own reflection and giggled at how naughty she fancied herself. Another spritz of her special Canterlot perfume and she decided that she would have to apply some make up for tonight.
"Mm yes, we want you looking your best," Trixie said as she applied her lipstick, "We want to look at something pretty while we're enjoying ourselves tonight. Ooooh yes, pleasuring ourselves to the thought of that disgusting Twilight Sparkle sitting in her own mess. And those pictures, Mmm, when that peon Orange whatever comes back with those pictures we scarcely believe we would be able to stop ourselves from clopping right there. Yes, you naughty filly."
As Trixie was applying her eyeliner she caught a whiff of something foul. Incredibly foul. Her nose crinkled as she sniffed the air and tried to place it. She nearly retched. Fresh pony manure and warm piss. There was a knock on the door. Ah yes, it must be that disgusting pony she had sent off to humiliate Sparkle. Trixie made her way to the door, opened it, and was promptly bowled over by you.
"Gah! What do you think you're doing to Trixie!?" She shouted, "Get those filthy hooves off me!"
"Oh, believe me, you haven't even seen filthy yet." Trixie's eyes went wide when she heard that voice. It was her. Twilight stepped out from behind you, still wearing her sagging diaper. Trixie nearly blew a synapse.
"What is she doing here? You! You dare betray Trixie? Trixie will smite you with her incredible powers!" Her horn glowed, but Twilight was quicker on the draw. A simple dampening spell was all that was needed to shut down Trixie's horn for at least an hour. More, if the need arose. Twilight sashayed around her captive, smiling grimly.
"So Trixie, you like diapers? You like watching diapers get filled?"
Trixie's pupils shrunk. She had never been more terrified in her life.
"Why don't you watch up close?" Twilight said and slammed her messy, full diaper down on Trixie's face. The blue unicorn screamed and struggled, but she couldn't free herself. Twilight relaxed her bowels and a fresh pile emptied into her diaper along with some especially ripe farts. Trixie nearly died from the stench alone, heck even you in your own messy diaper could smell it.
"Careful down there Trixie," Twilight mocked, "We don't want your horn poking a hole in the fabric!"
She farted another wet, burbling fart and Trixie screamed her lungs out. Twilight raised her rear off and you got a good look at Trixie. Her make up was smeared and brown tinted, and her special Canterlot perfume was now overshadowed by the horrific stench of Twilight's mess.
Twilight smirked, "Now, Trixie, I know you put us in these diapers, and now..."
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