“Family Outing”, Ch1

Morning broke on the tangle of ponies, all slumbering in the same crib. It was not long before the first stirred, gradually awakened by the watery sunlight pouring in through the window, and with a half-awake groan he sat up and looked about. The powder-blue unicorn blinked, shaking his white mane out of his eyes, and chuckled quietly.

“No leaks?” he mumbled to himself, checking first his own diaper and then the other ponies in turn – two pegasi and one other unicorn – and found not a dry rump among them. Despite being sent to bed the night before in fresh padding, and despite ostensibly being 'adults', none had managed to use the 'big boy' potty in the night, and had instead had the most foalish of accidents in their night-time protection. At least the pampers held; despite being soaked through, the mattress and blankets were completely dry. The unicorn smiled, careful not to disturb the others as he gingerly opened the crib and climbed out. “No sense waking the foals,” he murmured – though he himself was living up to his name, 'Sodden', and set to fixing that.

After a quick change into fresh white padding, the unicorn got to work making breakfast for everyone – oatmeal with sliced apples would be a nice and filling treat for his little family, and coffee for any who might want some. He wasn't surprised in the least when he heard hoofsteps soon after, and found Nightleak trudging in first – the black brew's aroma was the pegasi's wake-up call, and Sodden already had a cup poured fresh for him.

“Morning 'Leaky',” he chuckled, ruffling the colt's umbral brown mane before kissing his snout. The pegasus was still in his pajamas from the night before, a bunny onesie with a floppy-eared hood. “No cream or sugar, right? Just black?” he asked, carefully hoofing him the cup.

“That's right,” Nightleak murmured, blushing shyly. “N-not baby-style, I have my coffee like an adult!” 

The unicorn, who always had cream and sugar with his coffee, chuckled and gave the pegasus a light swat to his soggy rump. “Oh yes, very adult-like,” he teased, but then let the bashful pegasus drink his coffee in peace – it was too early for real thorough teasing. All the same, Sodden opened a window; it was bound to get a bit ripe in the small kitchen when everyone joined.

Next came the other two housemates – though only one was awake. A unicorn, the minty green Wub, yawned prodigiously as he trotted in, carrying the aptly named Turquoise upon back. “Heya daddy,” the Wubble mumbled softly as he carefully set up the slumbering pegasus in the highchair. Both were in their pajamas as well, a matching set of purple and pink onesies respectively, and carried their plush toys with them – a little padded Espeon for Wub, and a pampered Sylveon for Turquoise. 

“Hey there sweetie,” Sodden mumbled softly, not wanting to wake the pegasus, and kissed the minty green unicorn on the snout. “Had a nice sleep?” He ladled the oatmeal into bowls as he asked, spicing it with cinnamon and a bit of brown sugar. “I hope so,” he continued, “today's the big day...”

The smaller unicorn blushed hesitantly, but nodded as he trotted to his own highchair and climbed up into it himself. “Y-yes daddy,” he mumbled, clearly torn between excitement and embarrassment at the coming day.

“Good, good,” the blue unicorn chuckled, setting a bowl apiece in front of the sleeping Turquoise and the bashful Wub. He blinked, spotting the third highchair, currently unoccupied, and frowned as he turned to Nightleaf. The pegasus was blushing and pouting, sitting firmly at the table, and looked stubbornly into his empty coffee cup.

Sodden stared for several moments, waiting for Nightleaf to look, but he continued to stare resolutely into his cup. “Leaky,” the unicorn crooned sweetly, breaking the silence, “do you need help getting into your seat? It's breakfast time...”

The stubborn stallion looked up from his coffee, his eyes flicking between Sodden and the highchair, before he mumbled, “I-I'll eat it here...” 

Sodden's grin grew larger, but far more icy. “Sweetie... You know the rules. The big table is for big stallions, not little colts.” He knew the game, and Nightleaf did as well... 

“I... B-but...” The pegasus squirmed in his seat and rustled his wings, whimpering and fidgeting at the conundrum. It wasn't until Sodden started reaching for the paddle on the wall that the colt finally broke. “O-okay, okay, f-fine!” he yelped, darting up from the table and settling in the highchair, locking it down himself. He huffed, blushing and whimpering as he looked away, chagrined.

Sodden chuckled, nodding in approval. “Good boy! Didn't wanna have to start the day with spanking my lil' colty,” he said sweetly, ruffling the grumbling pegasi's mane as he locked the other two ponies into their highchairs and strapped their hooves underneath so they couldn't feed themselves. That, after all, was Daddy Sodden's job.

It was at this point that the second pegasus, Turquoise, finally woke up – and what a sweetie he was! The smaller of the two pegasi squeaked in surprise as he realized what had happened, how he'd been cared for and pampered like a little foal the whole time, and could only blush and groan as he knew there was no chance of having a 'big boy' day. “G-good morning daddy,” he stammered formally, squirming in his still-soggy pampers. His attempt to sound grown-up and refined, and thereby save face, backfired horribly; it only made him look more like a foal.

“Good morning to you too, sleepyhead,” Sodden crooned back, leaning forward to nuzzle him. “Didja make an oopsie?” Sodden knew, and Turkey knew he knew; but having to admit it was another matter.

“I... N-nrgg, yes,” he mumbles, huffing and blushing as he looked away, knowing he couldn't get away with a lie.

The unicorn chuckled, giving his pampers a firm pat. “Don't worry piddlebutt – I'll change you all after breakfast, okay?” He grinned as the pegasus flushed, erfing and squirming at the treatment. The unicorn just smirked, tying a bib on each of them, and got to work.

Breakfast itself didn't take long, thankfully; one of the benefits of being a unicorn is the ability to carry and move several things at once with their inherent telekinesis. Three oversized spoons gently floated in his horn's glow, efficiently and quickly administering the sweet glop to the waiting ponies' maws... Though, not necessarily with perfect accuracy. It was a messy affair; indeed, Sodden intended it to be. Every time a bit of oatmeal dribbled out of their stuffed cheeks, he would chuckle and lightly tease them for being 'clumsy little foals' and 'making a whoopsie', reminding them of why they needed to wear bibs. Even without that, they wilted and blushed under constant stream of babyish encouragements – so many choo-choo trains and airplanes they had to accommodate! By the end of their feeding, each of the 'foals' was thoroughly humbled and put into the right mindset for the day to come. Sodden smiled, setting the dishes in the sink, before turning to the larger pegasus.

“Now... Leaky. Can you make sure you and your little brothers shower and bathe properly?” Sodden asked, smirking as he undid the pegasus from his highchair and set him on his hooves.

“Y-yessir,” Nightleaf mumbled bashfully, scuffing the floor with a hoof. He was only a bit damp; the other two were absolutely soaked. “C-can you make Wub help too? It's just, he's got a horn and all, and...” He merfed, not liking the idea.

Sodden chuckled. “Well, if you want Wub to be in charge, why didn't ya say so?” he smirked, undoing Wub from his highchair next, and spoke over Nightleaf's stammering protests as he told Wub, “Now, make sure you get all three of you clean, alright? I don't want any rashies today. If you finish before I'm done with my breakfast, go ahead and start dressing your brothers as well.” He grinned, winking at the smaller unicorn, knowing full well what sort of 'dressing' he meant and what sort Wub would do, and how they were not at all the same thing.

The smaller unicorn grinned deviously. “Yessir daddy-sir!” he giggled, helping the bashful Turquoise out of his highchair and pushing the reluctant Nightleaf along, knowing that the worst he would get was a mild, insincere rebuke for the kind of 'care' he intended to give. 

Sodden chuckled to himself, watching Wub take charge of the other two; it was always a joy to spread the fun around. He hummed, cooking up his own batch of oatmeal, and dumped the remains of the last batch down the sink. Almost as an afterthought, he tossed an empty vial of castor oil into the garbage – a bottle that had been full only an hour prior. Yes indeed, he loved to share the fun.

***

“Why's he always put you in charge?” Nightleaf groaned, huffing and blushing as he was stripped out of his bunny sleeper and damp pampers. Turquoise was already stripped naked and wiped clean, and ready for a more thorough cleaning in the bath; Nightleaf, however, was giving him trouble.

“Because you're a fussy whiner,” the unicorn teased, snickering and blowing a raspberry.

“I could be in charge,” Turquoise piped, blushing. 

Wub blinked at that, before giggling and booping the smaller pegasus lightly on the snout. “Would you want to be, eh?” he asks cheerfully.

The little pegasus merped, blushing deeply as he considered, and quickly shook his head. “N-no,” he finally mumbled, hugging his Sylveon plush tight. “No, I... I like being daddy's lil' princess,” he murmured. 

The unicorn giggled and nodded. “Oh yes – and what a cute little princess you are!” Wub lightly teased, adding some bubble-bath to the water. Once it made a nice foam, he grinned and scooped up a bit – before plopping it on Turquoise's head. “See? You even got a crown!”

The pegasus squeaked and huffed, blushing and folding his forelegs over his barrel in a pout. “W-well, that makes you the maid – so you gotta serve me!” He turned his snout up and adopted a regal air. “And we desire to be cleaned, servant!”

This, of course, only earned snickers from the other two, and Wub promptly levitated the haughty pegasus up and into the tub... letting him dunk in with a splash. The pegasus popped back up like a cork a moment later, stammering and spluttering angrily. “Pbtht! H-hey! Meanie!” he grumped, kicking his hooves to splash the others with sudsy water.

Wub just giggled and shielded his face, only to yelp in surprise a moment later – Nightleaf, snickering deviously, suddenly grabbed him up! “W-wait, I didn't – ACK!” He was just as quickly dunked in the water by the snickering Nightleaf, who was overall quite pleased with his work.

It was short-lived. As Wub rose silently from the water, glowering as his mane dripped lankily around his head, his horn flared to life; Nightleaf is still laughing obliviously as he was levitated up and over the tub, only cutting short when he was dropped in as well. Soon, it was an all-out water-war among the three 'foals', splashing and laughing and dunking and generally making quite the watery mess. Fortunately, the floor was recessed and tiled in linoleum, and the trim on the walls was water-tight plastic. They could splash water all they wanted with little fear of water damage.

By the time they'd finished their water fight, the dunking and splashing had left them all reasonably clean; Wub only had to make sure to scrub down the hard-to-reach areas, especially his and Nightleak's chastity cages, before they were all squeaky-clean. After a rinsing with warm water (which, naturally, involved a bit more of a water-fight), they all wrapped up in fluffy towels and headed back to the bedroom.

“Let's see,” Wub hummed as he stepped into the room, going to the diaper closet. “First, pampers – don't want you two leaving puddles all over the floor, do I?” he teased, earning dirty looks from the other two. They did, however, obey like the good colts they were; Sodden's paddle had taught them the rules of the house quite efficiently, and a colt who refused diapers was often a colt with a red rump soon after. Wub smiled and hummed as he helped the two onto the changing table, settling them in side-by-side, and picked out their diapers; a bright pink and ruffly-bottomed one for Turquoise, and a canary yellow ducky-patterned one for Nightleaf. For himself he chose a simple lavender diaper, and padded up while standing. 

“Now, to business,” he giggled, helping the two off the table with a grin. His eyes fell on the smaller pegasus first, and he tapped his chin with a hoof in consideration. “You're the princess, right Turquoise?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he grinned more broadly still. “Yes, yes indeed – and we must dress you properly!” he smirked, whisking about and trotting to the wardrobe.

Turquoise blinked, not sure he liked what Wub was thinking. “I... Th-that's just a saying, I'm not actually a princess,” Turquoise mumbled, blushing hotly under his coat as Wub continued to rummage.

“Nonsense!” the unicorn giggled deviously, turning about as he held up the outfit he'd chosen. It was... Well, a dress. A very princess-like dress, all soft pinks and clean whites, with puffy sleeves at the shoulders and bows and lace running riot all over it. It would not look out of place in a fancy tea-time.

The smaller pegasus blanched, backing away slowly. “H-hey now... that's not... I don't... EEP!” Wub was having none of it; with a devious cackle, the unicorn pounced the dress over Turquoise's barrel and began wrestling him into it. Turquoise, knowing how much trouble he'd be in if he damaged it such a fancy outfit, could only whine as he was guided into the proper holes. Once his head was pushed through, he looked down at himself before giving the unicorn the huffiest of pouts.

“N-not fair,” he whined, his cheeks burning as he tried to pull the dress's skirt down over his pampers, and failing. “It doesn't cover my pamps at all!” No matter how he struggled, he found he couldn't hide more than a few inches; the bulk of his poofy rump was always exposed.

Wub snickered, patting the “princess's” exposed pampers. “Well, of course not,” he teased. “We gotta show off that royal fanny, don't we? And besides, you need frequent diaper-checks anyway, this will just make it easier.”

Turquoise could only blush and whine; he knew, deep down, that Wub was being completely accurate. His stammered protests and half-baked arguments petered out, before he could only grab his plush toy and hide his face behind it in defeat.

Nightleaf, naturally, found all of this quite amusing, and sat back to watch it with a superior sort of expression. He only realized his mistake when Wub turned to him, knowing he should have taken the opportunity to make his escape much earlier; but it was too late for that. Wub was coming for him next.

“Your turn, Leaky!” Wub laughed, his horn flaring as he suddenly secured the larger pegasus in the iron grip of his aura, pulling him closer. “For you... Well, Turquoise said I was a maid, but I think you fit the bill much better than I do!”

It seemed Wub had only let Turquoise struggle because he enjoyed it; with Nightleaf he offered no opportunity to escape, dressing him as one would a mannequin, keeping the humiliated pegasus stone-still as he slipped him into the maid dress. Like the 'princess' dress, the maid outfit did nothing to hide his pampers; but it also came with a set of clean white stockings and soft black slippers, perfect for a maid to go about a softly carpeted house. An appropriate bonnet followed soon after, much to Nightleaf's chagrin; afterwards, Wub tied a bow large white bow around his waist like a belt, puffing out the pegasi's skirt and showing off his thick pampers. It is uncertain who was more humiliated by their outfit, Turquoise or Nightleak; the unicorn, however, was quite satisfied with himself. Just as Wub started to gloat and tease, however, a voice comes from the door. 

“Well. You've dressed them up quite nicely...” Sodden grinned and patted Wub's flank from behind, making him jump. “But, really sweetie – yellow pampers with a maid outfit? He'll be yellowing it soon enough already, surely.” The larger unicorn looking them over. Wub blushed bashfully, turning away to hide his smile. 

“S-sorry daddy!” the smaller unicorn giggled, not sounding sorry at all. The other two shot him a dirty look, but knew they wouldn't get any sort of payback – not right away, in any case.

Sodden chuckled, shaking his head. “Naughty lil' colt,” he said affectionately, patting Wub's ears. “You were supposed to dress them up for a day of rough-housing and such, not for a photo shoot. Though... It would be terrible to waste this opportunity...” He smirked and quick as a snake whipped out his phone to snap several pictures, catching a whole gamut of emotions as they realized there would be a record of their humiliation somewhere.

“There,” Sodden chuckled, cutting off all their stammering protests, “now let's get you three properly dressed, eh?” The two red-faced pegasi were soon stripped of their humiliating garb, left in nothing but their thick pampers; indeed, they were almost glad to see what Sodden had picked out for them. 

Nightleaf was done up in a stereotypical 'sailor' outfit, a parody of the 50's styles, all white trimmed with navy blue and a pair of clean white shorts. The thick bulge of his diaper, however, made it clear this was not an adult's garb, but that of a foal's; the button snaps along the shorts' inner leg left no doubt for this. The poor colt was left standing there bashfully, wearing the ridiculous getup, but he was glad that it was at least a distinctly coltish getup. Turkey was not so lucky.

The smaller pegasus whimpered and blushed as he was dressed in bright pinks and yellows, a onesie and skirtall combo. His sunshine-yellow onesie did indeed say 'Daddy's Princess' on it, but in big blue glittery letters, and his skirtalls were of a hardy pink denim – made for rough-play rather than dainty dances and tea-times. The poor little colt was also slipped into a set of pink and white striped stockings, keeping his legs warm but also giving him an even more fillyish appearance. A little pink bow tied around one ear, and a larger one at the base of his tail, completed his outfit; he was still 'daddy's princess', but in a more modern sense.

Wub, perhaps as punishment but more likely as preference, was not given any real pants – his diapered rump was left exposed. He was instead put into a bright purple shirt, which bore the phrase, “Daddy's Pamper Packer”. In lieu of true pants he was locked into a pair of clear purple plastic pants, ensuring there would be no potty breaks for him. Finally he was slipped into a set of stockings, though his were striped with green and purple; the effect gave him a more impish, playful look.

Sodden chuckled as he looked over his work, and nodded in approval. “There we are, my little cuties are ready for the day,” he said smugly to their flattened ears and blushing cheeks. He then turned his attention to himself, and frowned. He was 'daddy'; an exposed diaper in public would not do. Fortunately, a good deal of practice and some tips from a more experienced friend had left him with a passable 'bare flank' illusion. His own pampered flank was soon hidden away by the spell, and only a muffled crinkling could be heard when he walked. “There we are – all dressed!” he said brightly, smiling at the three. “Now, who's ready for a day of fun?”