The laughter gradually dies down as Trixie disappears from view into a side room. You lie there, your legs still in the air and the diaper hugging your rear, until you hear a rustling and humming. What is she doing in there?
“Could Trixie ask for a favour?” you hear after a few seconds. “Come in here for a second and attach these tapes.”
You’re not quite sure what she means, but your heart begins to race; if it has anything to do with the diaper she put you in just now...
Gingerly, you creep towards the entrance to the side room, and you stop dead when you see Trixie lying on a bed on her back. She’s in the same position you were in seconds ago, except underneath her bottom is a fresh, open diaper and to her side is a bottle of powder. Your eyes light up, and she notices your excitement.
“It is not often that Trixie gives a pony the chance to mess with her, but I can see your enthusiasm clear as day. That is, of course, if you are willing to allow this?”
You nod eagerly, rushing over to her. You can’t believe the luck you’re having today; not only have you met the most talented, powerful and beautiful unicorn in all of Equestria, you’ve also learned that she’s into diapers just like you! Had you not been wearing one yourself, you’re pretty sure you would have accidently relieved yourself right there on the carriage floor from the excitement alone. Your garment’s tight grip just prevented that.
Your nervous hooves fumble with the tape until you feel an invisible force guide you. You look up and see Trixie’s horn glowing while she smiles at you.
“Even amongst my most loyal fans, only one knows of my... Shall we say... Preference for having fun. I don’t know why, but something tells me that I can trust you.”
The tapes catch the sides of her diaper, securing it around her flank. She eases herself off of the bed and looks deeply into your eyes. You stare back, the purple rings which seem to shimmer enticing you to go. But you hesitate; what if fouling yourself offends her? What if you accidentally mess too much and it spills on the floor? What if-
“Trixie can see you’ve never performed with another pony before,” she says in a comforting tone. “Just relax and let your body take over, just like a real stage performance.”
She’s right. If you wait any longer, you’ll miss this once in a lifetime opportunity! The excitement is too much, and with a moan your colon practically snaps shut, forcing your mess into the diaper with extreme force. The poop hits the back in microseconds and begins to flow around your flank and crotch. You start to pee as well, the warm piss filling the front and staining it yellow.
You shudder as the smell hits you, blushing as Trixie also catches a whiff of your manure. However, she seems pleased. She’s even leaning in for more! It must have set her off, because you can see her diaper begin to expand rapidly. Looking at her, there’s a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Both of the diapers are coloured with browns and yellows now.
She must have been holding it in for quite some time (probably for the duration of her show and longer); her diaper is beginning to sag considering, hanging at least six or seven inches from when she first started, and now it’s almost purely yellow with a brown patch at the back. Her smell is also much stronger than yours, her pee and manure stinking up the entire carriage. To you, it smells almost magical, and you can’t help but bring yourself closer to her.
You feel the last few lumps of poop coming out, but you feel it would be a waste if you didn’t force it. You squeeze as hard as you can.
Frrp.
A little too hard. Your fart echoes around the walls of the room, and you laugh nervously as Trixie looks at you. She seems unimpressed as she gives a ‘Hmph’... Did you offend her?!
“Anything you can do...”
You see her squat slightly, and she begins to grit her teeth and grunt. You step back as a gurling emanates from her, and...
FRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!
...you yelp as the massive butt blast explodes from her rear, rocking the carriage. It’s so powerful, you watch in both amazement and shock as her diaper temporarily inflates from the volume of gas, like a messy balloon. Some of the contents manage to escape and drip onto the floor, and the unholy smell of the mega-fart makes your eyes water, your bowels releasing those last few lumps of poop from the impact. When the room falls into silence once again, she grins at you, holding her head aloft and holding a hoof to her chest proudly.
“...I can do better!”
You’re not sure whether to laugh at that or not, but both of you seem to be done messing. She walks towards you, leaning close into your ear and whispering.
“Trixie can't thank you enough for doing this with her. But while we're at it, I have an idea. You know, I have another ponysona aside from ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie’. I want you...” She hesitates, biting her lip and looking to the side. “I want you to...”
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