Try as she might Octavia could not force herself off of the potty chair, only hours ago she had been invited to a kinky weekend session at fluttershys house but now it didnt seem like such a good idea.
The spiked food mixed with fluttershys ministrations had reduced Octavias will to the point she was happily sitting on the musical potty chair, the insipid tune blaring from the little speaker pushing her over the edge, the stupified pony spasming as she filled up her diaper just as mommy fluttershy insisted she do.