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Rainbow Dash and Her Spitfire Plushie
Oliver-England
It’d been several weeks now that Rainbow had been doing ‘stuff’ with her mare-friend, Fluttershy. They’d tried doing things with leather, things with masochism, things with animal outfits, and a whole other plethora of things that we’re silly in retrospect.
But for Fluttershy, the thing that stuck most came in an unlikely form.
“Ooh, Rainbow Dash!” Fluttershy hopped to her hooves and ran up to her filly-friend.
With a slight smirk and blush on her face, Rainbow sighed. “Ugh, why couldn’t I be the mommy?”
“Cause.” Fluttershy panned, poking the spitfire plushie’s backside, “I’m not the one who already slept with a spitfire plushie every night.”
Rainbow groaned, rolling her eyes slightly. The diaper around her waist causing her legs to bow profoundly, she waddled forward a little. “But Fluttershy, how am I supposed to do anything with my whole crouch covered.”
“Ooh, I don’t know.” Fluttershy mused, curiously tilting her head to the side admiring her mare-friend’s humorously foalish backside. For all the serious and deliberately adult sex they’d been having for weeks now, she was almost tired of keeping the outfits in the bedroom. After all, the fun was in the suspense. It especially helped that Rainbow’s kink was humiliation.
A devious thought came to mind and she curiously spouted out, “Why, I’m not sure if I could really do it with a little filly who still needs her diapers.”
“What?” Rainbow hopped in the air in an almost defensive manner. Turning around she defended herself, “I-I’m notta little filly who still needs her diapers! I-I know you like sleeping with me!”
Fluttershy shook her head. “Heh, is that so?” the mare said, walking over to the rooms wardrobe and picking up a big pink pacifier. Lifting it in the air, she pushed it into her friend’s mouth with a smile. “Well, I always thought you were an amateur at best.”
“Hmmph?” Rainbow sounded, indignantly stomping her hoof on the ground.
“Hehe, if you’re mad I’m just going to need you to do one thing.” Fluttershy deviously smiled, looking into her mare friend’s amethyst eyes.
Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow.
With a somewhat confident swagger, Fluttershy set forth for the kitchen. “I’m gonna go downstairs, bust out my old foal sitting highchair, and grab you a piece of cake.” She turned her head back when she got to the doorway. “If you wanna sleep your big girl bed with momma tonight, you’ll need you to make poopies before you finish your cake.”
Rainbow continued to stair over at her friend desperately then turned back around to look at her foolishly cartoonish diaper.
With one last blow to her friend’s ego, FLuttershy escalated the situation. “And if you don’t. You’re not only going to be wearing diapers for the rest of the week. But I’m afraid you’re also going to have to sleep in the nursery too…”
(To Be Continued…)