Mama Rara

>Be Dress Horse
>About a week ago, Anon decided it would be a good idea to fiddle

with your sewing machine
>Three days before a sizable order was due to be completed
>Do you have any idea how time consuming it was to sew completely

by horn?
>You had to cancel your weekly spa trip with Fluttershy
>You had to send Sweetie Belle off to stay at Applejack's
>(Though she didn't seem to mind that much)
>You even had to cut down on your beauty sleep
>Truly
>Absolutely
>Unforgivable
>And so, childish as it was, you may have given in to your desire

for revenge
>You asked Anon over for tea to assure him that you held no grudge

for his mistake
>Even though you KNEW it was intentional
>After some light conversation you "accidentally" spilled your tea

on his pants
>Him dropping his cup as well was... an unfortunate casualty
>All the more reason for the next fase of your plan
>Muttering a hasty appology, you offered to clean his clothes for

him while he washed himself off upstairs
>You set about cleaning up the mess around the table while he went

up to the bathroom
>Once you heard the door close you rushed up to collect his

clothing
>Coat, tie, shirt, pants, and even those undergarments of his!
>This was perfect!
>All he'd have was his undershirt
>Well that and your little "gift"
>You gave a polite knock (as if you know how to give any other

kind)
>and tell him that you're giving him something to wear

temporarily.
>What you do not tell him is that that something is a custom made,

Human sized, extra padded diaper!
>You also took the liberty of confiscating all the towels from the

room without any noise whatsoever
>Oh, you were good!
>Now all that was left to do was to wait

>Be Rarara
>Your mouth is currently watering over the iminent sugary

sweetness of revenge
>Figuratively, of course.
>You aren't Rainbow Dash
>You sit patiently in front of your bathroom door next to a pile

of clothes belonging to one Anon E. Mous
>The human in question is currently showering after a you

"accendentally" spilled two cups of tea on his lap
>The greatest part of this is that, upon emerging from the shower,

he'll find naught but and undershirt and...
>A big
>Puffy
>Crinkley
>Extra padded
>Diaper
>This was going to be gold!
>Better!
>This was going to be-
>Oh!
>He turned the water off!
>Let the show begin~

>Be the Incomperable Lady Rarity
>Currently savoring every sound to hit your ivory ears
>The shower curtain slides back
>Two muted thumps onto the bathmat
>A near silent groan of frustration
>Cloth being donned
>Cabinets being searched
>The silence of shameful acceptance
>Crinkling
>A doornob being shakily turned
>Aaaaaand-
>
>Oh
>My
>Celestia
>He's holding one hand over his glowing face, shielding himself

from eye contact
>The other fanned out over his groin in a vain attempt to save his

dignity
>The diaper is so wide that his legs are stuck in a comically wide

stance
>He can't even walk properly
>This is exquisite! Divine, even!
>You can't stay silent any longer
"Awww look!"
"My little Anon is so cute. Look at how he waddles in his 'little'

diaper."
"Do you need a change, darling?"
>Look at him squirm!
>You've never felt this powerful!
>Oh he's about to speak
>What'll it be?
>A plea for mercy?
>A choked out threat?
>"But M-mama..."
>What
>"Changies make me feel all funny..."
>He moves his lower hand to reveal-
>Oh my heavens!
>"Down there..."
>Well that's... quite something

>Be Ponyville's greatest seamstress
>Face to puffy bulge with Anon
>No
>Absolutely not
>He's not allowed to enjoy this
>This is meant to be revenge
>He's meant to feel humiliated and ashamed, not aroused!
>And by Celestia, that's how he's going to feel
"Is that...?"
>You start indignantly
"Are you getting off on this you little pervert?!"
>Still there's no reason to break character...
"I bathe you, I feed you, I clothe you, and you show me this

filth?!"
>He winces and shrinks with every word
>That's more like it
>But you're hardly satisfied with verbal chastizement
>You stand up off your seat and point to it
"Over the chair. NOW."
>Anon starts to tear up, both hands trying to cover his shameful

organ now
>"Mama, p-please...!"
>You stomp your hoof
"The longer you make me wait, the worse it's going to be, young

man."
>You levitate a hairbrush from your room down the hall and make

sure he sees it before he bends down
>He slowly lowers himself to his knees and hunches over the seat

of the chair
>Unfortunatly his size means that he can still touch his knees to

the ground dispite this
>You make corrections by grabbing him by the diaper (with your

magic of course. You know it's clean, but still) and roughly

yanking forward so that his fluffy little bottom is pointed at the

ceiling rather than down the hall
"Let's see how fun you find this, you dirty little boy."

>Be Rarity who did not at all expect to be spanking an aroused,

diapered, giant, hairless monkey at any time in your life
>And yet here you are
>You bring the flat of the hairbrush down onto Anon's rear 5 times

in quick succesion
>Only to have the thick diaper slow it to harmlessly
>Ah, right
>And here the extra thickness was supposed to make this funnier
>*giggle*
>And it seems that to SOMEONE it has
"Oh, you think this amusing, hm?"
>Anon imediately recognizes his mistake
>"N-no, Mama, I wasn't laughing, promise!"
"Mhmm..."
>He can hear the twinkle of magic and you take hold of his diaper
>"No, Mama, please! Not bare-bottom! I'll be good, I swear."
"Oh, I'm sure you will, once I'm done with you."
>You slowly start to slide his only protection down
>"Mama pl-"
>You cut him off
"Ah! Another word and it'll be a switch not a brush."
>He wisely chooses to keep quiet after that
>More and more of your target shows itself as you inch the fluffy

shield lower and lower
>Eventually you let it pin it between the chair and his legs
"And don't even think about letting it touch the ground, either!"
>"O-okay"
"Okay?"
>You give him a quick smack with the brush
>He yelps
"That is NOT how you respond to me!"
>Another strike
"You will say 'Yes, ma'am' or 'Yes, Mama'. Am I understood?"
>"Mhm-"
>Smack
>"YES, MA'AM!"
"Good. Now, are we ready to get started?"
>Anon chokes out a reply
>"Yes, M-sob-ma'am"
"Good"
>You may be having more fun with this than you should.

>Be the same pone as the last five times
>Raining fiery hell down upon Anon's formerly diapered bottom
>And, were it not for the soundproofing enchantments placed on

your boutique, everypony in Ponyville would know it
"Break my sewing machine right before a big order, you spill tea

on my carpet, you break my tea cup, and then you come parading

around to show me your shame!"
>"I'M SORRY MOMMY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY"
>Hm
>Well, he seems genuine, and this is about as far as you can go

without actually hurting to poor dear
>You set the brush aside
"Get up."
>Anon starts to rise, moving one hand to his sore bottom
"Ah ah ah. No rubbing."
>He reluctantly obeys as you turn to collect his clothes from the

ground
"Now Anon, I certainly hope that you've learned something from all

this."
>You turn back
"And I hope you understand tha-"
>You look up to see Anon standing up straight covering himself

with his hands
>Which wouldn't be odd if not for their positioning
>One vertically above the other, covering himself partway up to

his navel
>He couldn't be...
"Anon..?"
>"Y-y-Yes, ma'am"
"Hands at your sides."
>"B-but-"
"NOW."
>His hands slowly shift away from his nethers to reveal
>What in Celestia's name is wrong with this man
>How can he still be hard?!
>You try to speak but your jaw refuses to unclench
>The most you can manage is
"My room. Now."
>Anon nods terrified and moves to lift his diaper
"It stays on your knees. Not above, not below. MARCH!"
>He pathetically shuffles down the hall showing off his glowing

rear
>Perhaps you've been going about this the wrong way

>Be Best Mama Pone
>Well
>Maybe not so much
>So Anon broke your sewing machine
>Diapering him may have been a bit much
>So Anon LIKED being diapered
>Stripping him from the waist and paddling him was probably over

doing it a bit
>So Anon enjoyed you spanking him
>Angrily telling him to go await further punishment with freshly

warmed buns was not entirely appropriate
>You could just wash his pants, bring them to him, and apologize
>But then he'd still be rosey cheeked, tear streaked and... ehm...

rosey cheeked
>That and he might actually be a bit disapointed
>He certainly seemed to enjoy the shaming and the spanking
>He was the one who started the whole 'Mama' scenario
>...and you were the one who decided that 'Mama' plus excitement

should equal punishment
>You may have mishandles that
>Still
>There's no reason to break character~

>Be yeah yeah whatever
>You slowly walk into your room to find a terrified, humiliated

Anon standing at attention
>In both senses of the phrase
>His eyes sealed shut in fear
>Look what you've done, Rarity
>You walk passed him, over to your bed, sit down, hooves beneath

you, patting the space next to you with your hoof
>Anon glances at you suspiciously but then sheepishly creeps over

to the bed along side you
>Bizarrely, though, he doesn't si-
>Oh
>Right
"Oh, sorry. Ah, you could just lay down on my lap, if you'd like."
>He seems unsure
"No more, spankings."
>"...promise?"
"Promise."
>Gingerly, he lies on his side, his abdomen over your legs
>You bring a pillow from the headboard for him to rest his head on
"I'm sorry about all this, Anon. I've had a really rough few days,

but that's no excuse of taking it out on you."
>You move your hoof to his head and begin stroaking his hair
>"I'm sorry I got funny feelings, Mommy. I didn't mean to-

*sniff*"
"Shh shh shh. It's alright, dear. I know you didn't mean to. You

probably don't even know why it happened, do you?"
>He looks back at you with big sad eyes, tearing up again
>"Cuz... Cuz I'm bad?"
>You magically lift him up and turn his body to face you, holding

his head yo your chest.
"No, darling. You're not bad. You just got a bit excited, that's

all?
>"Excited?"
"Mhmm"
>You gently run your hoof up and down his side
>"For what?"
>Your hoof wanders down towards his [spoiler]boyhood?[/spoiler]
"Hehehe, I could show you~"

>Be not the best Mama
>but for different reasons this time
>Anon's shame-turned-pride throbs as you run your soft, pedicured,

frog along it
>"Ah! Mama, I feel-"
"Shhh. I know, darling. Do you think you could sit down a moment

so I can get a good look at you?"
>Anon nods and shifts slowly, wincing every now and then, onto his

rear
>Difficult as it is, you manage to avoid giddily leaping off the

bed, opting, instead, to gracefully hop down and move in front of

the now sitting Anon
>With clear difficulty, Anon does his best to keep from covering

up
>And there it stands, a tower of viritlity
"Ohoho, look at you! You're hardly a little boy down here, hm?"
>He get a big bashful grin from that one
"Poor thing, you look so hard it probably hurts!"
>"Maybe a little bit..."
>His face is glowing but not with humiliation this time, it's nice
>But now was no time for pure, ladylike thoughts
"Would you like me to kiss it better, my sweet little boy?"
>He nods so hard you fear his head my fly off
>Once you're sure it won't, you get to work
>Deciding to keep it light for now, you gently peck all along his

length, bottom to top, then top to bottom
>Seeing a bead of pre start to form on his head, you deliver a

long kiss to his tip and snake your toung out to retreve it
>"M-Mama, please, don't stop!"
"Don't worry, dear. I won't stop till your aaaaaall better~"
>You return to the object of your affection, this time taking his

head in your mouth and swirling your head around it.
>"Ah! Ya kn-mmm-know... My bottom still kinda hur-"
>That's enough to get you to break your motherly persona for a

moment
"Don't push it, Anon."
>"Yes, Ma'am."

>Continuing where you left off you begin to take more and more of

him into your mouth
>Making sure not to set him off, of course
>You wouldn't want the fun to end too soon
>It was hardly easy, keeping him on the edge like this
>Quite fun though
>Poor boy is probably trying to figure out if he's in paradise or

Tartaros right now
>In an attempt to undermine your efforts, his hips jerk upward but

you deftly move along with them and then lift yourself off

entirely
"Ah ah ah~ Not yeat, darling."
>"Please, Mama! Don't stop! It feel so good!"
>He punctuates his sentence with another full body jerk during

which you hear a telltale crinkle on the floor
>Oh, right, the diaper
>you lift it off the ground, where it had fallen off of Anon's

feet
>I suppose we don't need this anymo-
>Glancing back at Anon you see that his eyes are unshakably locked

on the diaper and, impossible as it may seem, he has definately

gotten even harder
>You can work with this
>You click your tongue chidingly
"Now Anon, I thought I told you to keep this off the ground."
>He panics
>"I'm sorry, Mama! I didn't mean to! It just felt so good, I

couldn't help it!"
>You give him a false glare for a moment
"Well alright. No sense punishing you over it, I suppose."
>Anon lets slip a sigh of relief which turns into a gasp when you

suddenly lift the diaper back onto him, obscuring his little

soldier in it's entierety
"I'll just have to make you love it too much to ever want it

off..."

>His confused visage make it clear that he's wondering how you

intend to continue pleasuring him from outside his fluffy fortress
>That question is quickly answered by a variant of the basic

telekenisis spell that you learned a few years back
>You envelope the diaper in your magical aura and set to work
>Anon's confusion vanishes when the spell that has kept you warm

many a cold night begins to vibrate the front of Anon's diaper
>"Ah- Aahhhh- M-Mama, wha- what's ha-ahahaaah-ppening?"
>His hands start to find their way into his diaper to protect him

from the vibratory onslaught but you'll have none of that
>You split your concentration to include binding his hands to his

sides to the spell
>Anon writhes under your telekenetic torment, doubling over and

accidentally falling off the bed
"Oh, my. Anon really likes his buzzy daipy, doesn't he?"
>"MaaaaaMaaaaaaaa! P-Ple-aaaah-ple-ple-PLEASE!"
>You bat your eyelashes innocently, trying your very best to keep

from giggling at the sight of Anonymous lying of the floor in a

vibrating diaper trying desperately to find something solid to

hump
"Please what, my darling little angel?
>He's curled up into a little ball now, hips humping away at

nothing
>"Mamaaa, I can't- I can't- I'm gonna-!"
"Ooooh, it's too much? Why didn't you just say so?"
>Knowingly you stop the vibration just as he's about to cum,

denying him release
>"Mama, noooooo!"
"No?"
>He looks up at you wildly, desperately
>"Please, I was so close! You can't just turn it off!"
>You give a mock groan
"So hard to please."
>The vibrations return twice as intense as before
>"OOOOOOOOH! AAAAAAAAH! NO PLEASE! IT'S TOO MUCH! I'M-"
>And they're gone again
"Oh, sweetie! Are you alright? I'm so sorry, I over did it. Why

don't you just lie there and rest a bit, while I run downstairs

and get started washing your clothes."
>He's just about in tears at this point
>Oh, alright. The poor boy's had enough.
>No more teasing
"Oh, I think I know what you want, now!"
>A mix of hope and terror flashes across Anon's face
"Don't worry, Anon. Mama's gonna make it all better."
>The diaper begins to glow and buzz again, but a bit more gently

as you lay down on top of Anon
>You hook your right back hoof inbetween his legs to give him

something to grind against, this time
>"Oh, Mama! Yes! It's s-"
>You silence him with your lips and tongue and he begins to moan

into your mouth
>As you increase the intensity of the vibrations, his moaning

increases as well
>In moments he's bucking his hips against your hoof with all his

strenght and then collapses spent
>And while you promised no more teasing...
>Well maybe just a touch more
>As his bucking dies down and he nears the close of his climax,

you crank the vibrations up again as high as you can manage
>His eyes shoot open and dart to you as you slide down his chest

towards the traitorous garment
>You meet his gaze with a playful but malicious smile as you

settle between his legs and push your front hooves against his

groin
>With all your might you beging rubbing the now rumbling diaper

against him
>He writhes silently, overwhelmed by the rumbling, the rubbing,

and the newly slimey texture, all after just having cum
>After a few seconds you decide enough is enough and leve the poor

boy be
>
>Once Anon had recovered understand language you turn to him
"I suppose you really do need a change now, don't you?"
>Anon's head flops over to face you
>"Ye... yes m... ma... Yeah"
"Unless, of course..."
>You lean over and put your hoof against his loins
"You LIKE your slimey buzzy daipy~"
>"NO! Ehm... No, Ma'am. I should get changed..."
>Anon shakily get to his feet and shambles over to the door
>Once there though he hesitates all to tellingly
>His diaper lights up a familiar blue and he falls to his knees
>"OOOH!"
>You grin at him devilishly
>"I guess we could keep playing a little while... Mama."

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