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The Manehatten nightlife was buzzing, ponies out at clubs or bars serving drinks to ponies who got far too drink for their own good, then stumbled out into the street to try and shamble home. Generally there were a lot of ponies having fun, and doing things that they enjoyed, whittling their way through their friday evening.

Muddle   was planning to have a lot of fun, although it was a different kind of fun altogether. He was an artist, although all day he had not been able to finish a single art piece because he was so distracted by the excitement of waiting for the package he knew was coming today.

It was strange for the blue pegasus with the pinto spots. He had a lot of art that he needed to do for patrons, but it was a friday afternoon and he had worked exceptionally hard all week, so now he wanted nothing more then a little bit of time to himself to just sit and relax, let everything unimportant just fall away and spend some quality time doing his own thing.

But if he wanted to do that, he needed this package to arrive! He was practically dancing around his fairly simple house, desperately trying to keep himself contained and then completely failing in that regard as he almost found himself jumping up and down on his sofa.

It was something that was very out of character for the stallion, who normally held himself with an air of finery and grace, as if he was better then those around him.

But he was so excited that there was no way it would be possible for him to restrain himself. He was forced to bounce up and down wildly, practically shaking with excitement.

The moment the doorbell rang however, he went straight back to his professinal self, all that chaotic energy seeming to fade out of him in an instant as he calmly danced over to the door and pulled it open.

The pony on the other side of the door looked to be in his late teens, and not the kind of late teens where they were getting their l ife sorted out, the kind of late teens where their life was a train wreck and they were constantly screaming on the inside, and did not desire to be in this time or location.


He did not care about the stallion that handed him the small brown package in the slightest, and he took it from them and closed the door in their face before skipping his way into the living room. He was practically buzzing with excitement and could not wait to see the item that he had ordered from Amapone.

He dropped onto his sofa as his hands reached out and ripped the brown cardboard package open. There was no other packaging protecting the product within, which he found strange as the black latex diaper dropped into his hooves.

With how excited the cream pinto painted stallion was, he did not care about the suspect packaging in the slightest however. He tossed the cardboard box aside and held the crinkly object out before him.

It was perfect, the second he laid eyes on the low resolution JPG in the online store he knew it was exactly what he wanted, the perfect item to complement the kind of kinky fun he liked to get up to at weekends.

And now it was here, and it was perfect.

Muddle   could not wait to try it on, and luckily for him, he did not wait. In an instant he had scrambled onto his back across the sofa and was desperately trying to pull the crinkly diaper up between his legs.

The smooth latex rubbed softly at his legs as he moved it up. Inside it already had a diaper in it, this part being removable for obvious reasons. He felt the fabric crinkle softly as he fully pulled it on and begin to close it in place, the fabric giving another soft crinkle as it rubbed up against his groin. It sure did feel amazing, and after pulling it tight to his crotch it only felt even better as an erection slowly begin to sprout between his legs, pressing against the inside of the diaper and forcing him to let out a soft, raspy moan as he rubbed at his member through his diaper.

He had to keep himself calm however, there was no point in blowing his load this early and ruining it for himself, he wanted to draw this out and enjoy it, so he dragged himself to his hooves, listening to the diaper crinkle as it adjusted to his movements, before he shambled his way into the bathroom.

His bathroom was a fairly simple affair, nothing too fancy, but the only item he really cared about was the mirror set out before him and his reflection that was cast within it.

The diaper looked cute, but a little out of place, the black material bulging out his rear and making it look like he had just eaten snack bars until his rear had swollen to stupid sizes.

Muddle  ’s only complaint was the fact that it looked really out of place, he should have gotten a latex suit to go with it and complete the look. A shudder tore through his body and he felt arousal tear through him rather suddenly.

Celestia, this diaper was really turning him on far more then he had been expecting, not that he was complaining, this was exactly what he had wanted from his diaper, and he quickly rushed into his bedroom.

His hooves blurred over the red carpet that plushly pressed against his hooves before he practically threw hjimself onto his bed and laid out across it, giving a groan of pleasure as he looked down at the diaper between his legs and the bulge that was rapidly forming within it from his growing arousal, his member trying to swell up with warm life blood.

He let out a soft gasp as he arched his back and lightly bucked his hips against the air. Celestia he was so fucking horny right now, and he knew that when he orgasmed within the diaper it was going to feel more amazing then ever before.

Muddle  ’s hoof rubbed frantically at the bulge within his diaper, feeling the crinkly fabric grind against his member, which served to send another wave of pleasure crashing through him and almost made him cum right then and there, only he did not cum, he was left right on the edge of a mind numbing climax for several moments, to the point that it almost made him white-out.

A mewl tore its way from his lips as he thrashed about softly on the bed, never having felt anything like this before. He should have gone over the edge and blow his load all over the inside of his diaper, but instead he felt the climax fade and sink away.

Another mewl, this one louder. His blood rushed to his cheeks in a crimson blush as he begin to frantically rub at the bulge within his diaper, but it did not work, it did not get anywhere close to the heights that it just had a moment before, and he had trouble just trying to get his member hard.

And now he needed the bathroom. It wasn’t a problem, he’d just take off  his diaper, go for a pee and then try again in a bit. Those hooves moved down to the hem of the diaper to find latex straps that were not there before holding it in place with thick metal buckles.

Confusion filled him, he was pretty sure that  they had not been there before, but now they were in an issue that needed to be dealt with. His hooves moved down and tugged firmly at the straps, which did not budge in the slightest and instead seemed to get tighter.

“What the hell?” He questioned, staring at the diaper with a soft glare as he squirmed about softly on the bed, trying to make sense of what it was that was currently happening to him. Well, he would hate to ruin his new diaper after he had paid so much for it, but he needed to get a knife from the kitchen in order to deal with the diaper that was now somehow strapped to his body.

Before he could make it halfway down the stairs, he was stopped by a sudden need to visit the bathroom. It was not like the normal need to visit the bathroom that built up slowly, it was like his bladder suddenly gave up any hopes of containing fluid, forcing a mewl from his lips that was  very out of character for him, wings spreading out to either side of his body as he made a desperate dash for the bathroom, frantically digging at the clasps that held the diaper in place.

Of course there was no getting the diaper off, and he collapsed mere inches from the toilet as his bladder gave out on him and suddenly relaxed.

A dark blush spread across his cheeks as his bladder gave out and a warm stream of urine flooded from his bladder and begin to fill the diaper. He felt the warmth that radiated from it as the padded prison soaked it up, but there was very little he could do to stop it, other then curl up on the floor and try to hide his face in shame.

But of course, he would have not bought the diaper was it not at least somehow relevent to his intreasts, and the mixture of shame and warmth from his own urine filling the diaper made his member rapidly stiffen up, despite his best attempts to prevent it from doing so. He let out a whimper, then dragged himself to his hooves.

His face was still burning with shame, but he was going to be able to remove the diaper now as he made his way into the kitchen and took out one of the larger kitchen knives, preparing to cut the thing away from his body.

He stopped, blinking slowly as he stared down at the padded diaper that was currently wrapped tightly around his waist. Why was he trying to remove it again? Once he did get it off, he was simply going to put it back on again to have a relaxing evening of playing with himself.


Removing it now would be stupid, he soon came to realize, giving a soft sigh as he moved back over to the couch and sprawled out across it, staring vacently up at the ceiling as a thick haze seemed to fill his head, making it nearly impossible for him to form thoughts.

He forgot what it was that he had been intending to do, but he felt his member press against the inside of his new diaper and soon remembered as he reached down a hoof to rub gently at his bulge, giving a soft gasp as it sent a wave of pleasure crashing through him.

Everything started to make sense again, now he remembered how he had been planning to spend his evening, giving a groan of pleasure as his hoof begin to rub up and down the throbbing bulge that was twitching needfully against the inside of the diaper, it felt so good, but no matter how hard he rubbed he never seemed to obtain a climax.

The stallion had no idea how long he lay there, frantically and blankly rubbing at his bulge in a desperate attempt to obtain a climax, but at the end of it he was feeling desperately needy and fed-up, most of his strength expended in trying desperately to obtain an orgasm.

Despite how pent up and frustrated he was, he was not able to gather the strength to keep rubbing, and he felt so relaxed that he barely even noticed how desperately he needed to use the bathroom.

He let out a soft rasp as a thick log of shit suddenly pushed its way out of his bowels slowly, gasping in pleasure as his cock twitched against the inside of its prison. For some reason, going to the bathroom caused far more pleasure then it normally did, feeling his diaper swell outwards with a crinkle as the thick log of shit filled it outwards and made it expend, pulling taunt against his bulge.

He was grinding his hips frantically against the air in an attempt to bring himself to an orgasm. It didn’t work, and he rolled onto his belly in order to hump desperately at the coach. It felt good, although it certainly did not help him get any closer to an orgasm.

For several moments he simply lay there and mindlessly humped at the sofa as he forced the pleasurable log of shit from out of his rear until it crushed warmly between the diaper and his ass, the next log of shit beginning to force outwards as he moaned loudly and felt his cock twitch, teetering right on the edge of a climax that he could not obtain.

It was just out of his reach, which was actually worse then if he could not obtain it at all. The second log of shit filled out his diaper and made his back arch arch in pleasure, before he cried out in frustration as it once again moved just out of his reach, taunting him.

“W-why!” He pleaded at the diaper, which did not respond because of reasons that were obvious to everyone but him in his current state, groaning in frustation as he finally gave up, grinding his rear against the sofa as he felt the squishy log of shit compact within his diaper.

It felt so good, and yet it was not enough! He shambled over to the bathroom and tried to remove his diaper, which did not work for reasons he was not able to figure out because his head was so fuzzy and failing that it seemed impossible for him to even figure out the basics. He flopped down in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection.

A flustered pegasus with bright red cheeks stared at him, a stallion that in his current state he struggled to recognise. His hoof moved down and rubbed softly at his bulge, the diaper seeming to constrict even further to the point that it felt like it was crushing his member.

He stared in amazement as the latex from his diaper slowly begin to spread out over the top part of his thighs until it covered his cutie mark. He was not sure what exactly was happening, but it felt good and made him happy, so he did not bother fighting it in the slightest. Suddenly he got the feeling that the reason he was not able to obtain an orgasm was because rubbing himself was just not enough.

What Muddle   needed was to find a stallion or mare that would be able to satisfy him. Which for a stallion of his calibre wasn’t going to be hard in the slightest.

He would need to cover the diaper up if he wanted to head out into the street. Thankfully he had just the thing he needed to cover up the diaper in the form of a large brown trench coat that hugged his form rather nicely.

Muddle   never normally wore such basic clothing, either he went all in with suits and the like, or he did not bother. He was glad that he had kept it for situations just like this.

He pulled the jacket on tight to his form and let out a soft sigh, his head seeming to spin. His diaper was itching like mad at this point and he was not sure why, although it felt so good that there was no way he was going to be taking it off at this point with how great it felt.

The stallion checked himself over in the mirror before he headed out towards the bar, and he had to admit that even by his own standards he was looking really hot, the diaper underneath his jacket made his ass look massive, while it was also not outwardly clear that that was caused by the fact that he was wearing a diaper, which was exactly how he wanted it.

The bar that he was heading too was far from the most classy of establishments, and that was mostly a choice thing as if it was some amazing place then everyone would want to visit it, and that would ruin the whole point of it being a place to find a cheap hook-up.

Unsurprisingly it was mostly filled with stallions, which was not too much of a problem for him, but it would have been nice to see a few more mares roaming around.

Honestly though, the type of mares that this place attracted was not likely to be the kind of mares that he would enjoy spending time with. There was a red carpet that covered the floor, coated in a number of different stains that told a story of how long this bar had been around.

It was not a high class joint, the bar was maybe the best part of the whole bar, made out of polished oak with a grumpy looking stallion stood behind it, preparing to server drinks.

Muddle   did not like this place, he hated every moment that he had to spend here, he hated the fact that the carpet was filthy and the beer was cheap and tasted watered down.

The only reason he was here was because it would be easy to pick up a stallion or mare to help him with his issue. He took a seat at one of the stools, his diaper crinkling softly beneath him as he settled into the plush seat.

Nobody noticed, everyone was too busy trying to drown themselves in their sorrows or eating cheap food. He tried to pick out someone that he would be able to seduce easy enough, he did not want to spend his hard earned bits on food or drink if he could find someone to fuck for free.

A stallion with a light brown coat sat next to him. He knew who this pony was instantly, everyone knew who Terry was. He was a royal guard that everyone liked because he was so nice and always willing to help anyone out if they were in trouble.

Terry had brought him a frothy beer, and for a few moments he thought that Terry was hitting on him, but of course this was not the case. The stallion gave him a slight nod, before speaking in a voice like melting chocolate “That stallion over there told us to pass you this drink. Looks like you might be about to get lucky.”

With that, the nice stallion was gone, a simple nod of the head the only clue to who had actually brought him the drink. Honestly he had not expected it to be this easy to pick up a stallion.

It was obvious who had paid for his drink as well, looking across the bar there was only one pony that was taking notice of him. He looked good enough, far from perfect, but he would do.

The stallion that was hitting on him certainly knew how to dress, wering a pitch black top-hat with a red ribbon set just above the brim and a crimson trench coat that made him stand out in a crowd.

His emerald green eyes were fixed on Muddle   in a hungry fashion and he knew that this was going to end in sex. He was fine with that, he was more then happy to have sex with this stallion, although he would have prefered if it was a pretty mare that he could have fun with.
He lifted the beer to his mouth and downed it in one go so that the terrible taste did not make him throw up, slamming the empty glass against the counter as he wiped over his mouth with a hoof. Even if the beer was bad, it was still beer, and he soon felt a tingle spilling outwards from his belly, spreading through his veins and generally just making him feel good.

The stallion did not move up to sit next to him, which was mildly confusing until several minutes after he had finished drinking it, when his head suddenly felt like it had been thrown into a washing machine. There was no way that the beer was anywhere near that strong, and yet for some reason he could barely feel his limbs.

A frown spread across his face as he turned to face the bartender, who was currently sat in a chair against the back wall of the bar with a magazine floating in his magic, being flipped through in a lazy fashion with his magic.

“Excuse me, I think that stallion across the bar just drugged me,” He started in a concerned tone, hopeful to get some help or aid.

The stallion flicked the next page of his magazine over calmly, speaking in a gruff voice “Don’t care.”

His brow furrowed as he stared at the stallion for several moments, not happy with his reply in the slightest. Of course, there was no way that he could make the stallion care, and he was slightly fearful that the stallion was going to come for him, so he clambered to his hooves in a groggy fashion and prepared to move over to the bathroom.

Maybe some water would help him out. The diaper was starting to itch like crazy now and he was not able to figure out why that was with how bad his head was spinning.

The door to the bathroom swung open easily and he pushed forward into the bathroom, calmly looking around the different stalls and trying his best to ignore the filthy state of the floor and walls.

Before he could turn the tap on to allow himself to get a drink of stale tap-water, the swirling of his head suddenly faded away. It seemed that the stallion must have brought some dud drugs or just fucked up the dosage.

It was to be expected, he likely wasn’t very bright or he would have been able to get sex simply by asking for it.

The door to the bathroom swung open again, the stallion with the green eyes entering with the biggest smirk that Muddle had ever seen etched onto his face. It would not last long once he realized that his drugs had failed.

So Muddle let him have his moment, slumping down against the sink as he tried his best to make himself look weak and helpless, a difficult feat to be sure.

The stallion who’s name he did not even know let out a dark laugh as he approached, seeing him doubled over a sink. He assumed that he was still drugged and therefore not a threat.

“Oh dear. Was there something in your drink? That’s such a shame! But don’t worry, Hatter is here for you.” The stallion cooed mockingly.

He advanced on Mix-up threateningly, and almost instantly he could smell the stench of alcahol coming off the stallion. The moment his hooves touched him however, Mix-Up reacted with a series of motions that would have been impossible had he been drugged up.

They certainly seemed to catch the stallion totally off guard, and in fact, they also caught Mix-Up by suprise with how aggressive they were. Normally he didn’t have the strength or speed for such things, but his hooves easily impacted against the stallion and sent them stumbling into one of the toilet stalls.

Instead of taking a moment to check that that was not enough to put the stallion off, he pressed the attack without a moment of hesitation, grabbing the head with both hooves as he cracked their skull off the wall, bloodying their nose and working to stun them before he smacked their head forward into the toilet seat.

This was when Mix-Up finally wrestled control of his body back from whatever panicked force had just taken control of him. The attempted rapist now had his head trapped in the toilet sit and was wiggling around wildly in a desperate attempt to get away from the situation that he had now found himself in, through his own stupid actions.

Mix-Up now had a stallion totally under his control, and that felt really good, once again he could feel his arousal flaring. Hatter tried to call out for help, but before he could get more then the first part of the cry out, his head was suddenly shoved forward into the murky water, cutting it off with a loud spluttering noise as he choked on the filthy water.

He held him there for a few moments, watching him thrash and struggle wildly in a desperate attempt to get away that ultimately failed. He was quite surpised to find out that this stallion really did have a feminine figure. Considering how aggressive he had been and how he had tried to rape him, he wasn’t very tough.

In fact, beneath the jacket Mix-Up was now stripping off him, he had quite the feminine frame, covered in scars and markings. Some of them looked like they had even been caused by a whip.

Mix-Up let the stallion breathe now that he had stripped him of his jacket and weapon, leaving him pretty much defenseless.

“You tried to rape me,” He accused the stallion rather bluntly while staring down at him, waiting for his reply.
“I-I was only… Messing around,” He replied.

That wasn’t good enough for Mix-up, who brutally shoved his head forward into the mixture of urine and water, feeling him struggle and squirm wildly. He felt his member starting to fill out with blood again, swelling to life and twitching needfully against the inside of his diaper…

This time, instead of bunching up within the diaper, his member instead stretched it out, letting it act like a strange sort of condom as his latex covered cock throbbed, finally able to get to its full length after what felt like forever.

Right now he was far too horny to question what was happening. He spread the stallion’s ass cheeks apart before him, discovering that he was immaculately groomed and clearly looked after himself… And not in the way that most stallions looked after themselves, the way that a stallion looked after himself when he knew that he was going to end up taking a cock up his ass.

Mix-up was more then happy to provide this to the stallion, he was clearly desperate for it after-all. He pushed his hips forward and roughly mounted the feminine stallion, discovering something rather humourous about the situation.

When his weight was fully applied, the stallion was pushed forward into the toilet, and that meant that with every one of his brutal thrusts, he was going to be forcing the stallion’s head into the toilet bowl.

He wasted no time at all, he was so needy that he barely gave the stallion any indication of the incoming penetration, merely rubbing the head of his member up and down their anus a few times before roughly forcing his hips forward.
The large head of his dry cock spread the stallion with ease, that tight fleshy tunnel clenching wildly around his cock as he forced his hips forward hard, hilting himself roughly inside of them in one smooth motion, before coming to a stop with his back resting against them, panting softly into their ear even as they struggled frantically beneath him, trying to pull themselves above the water.

He took a moment to pause as his cock twitched softly, before ramming his hips forward hard, his member once again slamming into them with all the strength he could muster, so hard that he was pretty sure their head hit the bottom of the toilet boil.

Now, it should be clear that Mix-up was by no means a bad pony. But this stallion had tried to rape him, and on any other day of the week, he might have even gotten away with it, so having a chance to turn the tables on him and assert his dominence over the stallion was simply amazing.

With his twitching member buried inside of the stallion before him, he felt like he was lost in a world of pleasure. They were clearly very scared and had not been expecting their attempt at rape to go this wrong, which simply made it all the sweeter for him.

He gripped tightly onto their feminine flank as he begin to empty all his anger and rage at what they had tried to do into them, his hips ploughing back and forth with all the force that he could muster, slamming their head into the toilet bowl, before pulling it back up just enough to let them breath, before doing it all over again.

The fear added an extra layer of pleasure that Mix-Up had not been lucky enough to enjoy before.

Beneath him, their struggles seemed to double as they realized the situation that they had found themselves in was only going to get worse from here.

Mix-Up did not care in the slightest for his struggles, they made his rear end tense in a fashion that felt absolutely amazing around his cock and made his hooves dig roughly into their flank in an attempt to deal with the waves of pleasure that were tearing through him.

Normally sex did not feel anywhere near this amazing, but the latex wrapped around his cock must have been doing something to make it feel better, because as his member hammered in and out of the feminine stallion, it felt like he was going to burst from the amount of pleasure that was currently ripping through him.

His cock twitched softly inside of the stallion beneath him, and he realized that he was far closer to orgasm them he had been expecting, and he was forced to slow his thrusting to a stop before he blew his load early and ruined this amazing moment.

Hatter spluttered and coughed loudly, trying to clear his lungs of the water that he had accidentally ingested.

“Fuck… Fucking stop!” Hatter said. It obviously wasn’t the best response to the situation he found himself in, but it was the best he could come up with after having his head smashed into the bottom of a toilet bowl several times over.

Mix-Up simply ignored his complaints, his wings fanning out to the sides as he let out a series of ragged breathes, taking a moment to calm himself before the stallions complaints begin to get on his nerves, at which point he roughly grabbed onto their flank again and rammed his hips forward, roughly sinking his member in down to the hilt.

Almost instantly, the pleasure was building up again, almost bringing him to an orgasm.

This time he gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold off, the sound of that latex diaper crinkling loudly with each one of his brutal thrusts filling the small stall that they were in as his member begin to dribble pre inside of the stallion, who was still desperately struggling and trying not to drown in the toilet.

He had to give it to the stallion, he certainly knew how to struggle, having a lot more fight in him then was reasonsable, most people would have been more then spent by now.

He groaned in pleasure as his cock throbbed faster, letting out another large spurt of pre into his ass, coating it. He did not even notice that his pre was now thick and black, far more akin to some form of liquid latex rather then precum.

Mix-up already knew that he was going to orgasm, there was no getting away from that now, and as his back arched roughly and his eyes rolled back in his skull, he let out a shudder of pleasure.

The cry that tore from his lips was like one that a mare would produce, his cock suddenly letting out a thick spurt of pre, before his back arched hard and another, louder hole ripped from his throat as waves of pleasure ripped through every inch of his nerve endings.

From there, stars burst before his vision as his hooves curled and his cock shot off thick ropes of pre straight into their tight anal tunnel, rope after rope of that sticky black fluid raining sown within his insides.

The warm fluid filled the insides of his attempted rapist, and after his hooves finished shaking he let out a soft sigh, falling limp against his back as all the remaining tension drained out of him.

A sigh rolled from his lips as the stallion beneath him suddenly found renewed strength to struggle,