A Game of... Diapers? (private w/ AJBestpony)

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"Thank you so much, Missandei," Dany said, smiling kindly. Once the girls were dressed in their soft nighties - short enough to leave their pretty pink diapers on fully display - Dany drew Missandei onto the bed close beside her, and wrapped an arm around fondly around her gentle handmaiden. And with her other hand, she drank her bottle. The warm milk, strengthened with a little wine and honey, was delicious and soothing. Dany would most certainly soak her diaper as she slept soundly, and she looked forward to being changed and pleasured once again by Missandei in the morning, and returning the favor for her handmaiden as well.

The next few days passed similarly in Mereen, until the morning the third day. Dany and Missandei were freshly changed into their dry diapers, and Missandei was just finishing dressing the queen, when word arrived that House Martell was eager to join forces with Daenerys, and Prince Oberyn himself and his entourage would be sailing into Mereen's harbour this very day.

While in King's Landing, the Tyrell women kept Sansa close and safe and comforted. Lady Olenna had effectively claimed the young Stark girl as a ward of House Tyrell, and thus Tywin Lannister forbade Joffrey and Cersei from taking their frustrations with the current stalemate with the North out on Sansa. House Tyrell was an ally the crown could ill afford to antagonize.

On this particular day, in their lavish suite in the Maidenvault, Margaery was showing Sansa her rocking horse... a beautiful, lifelike piece of sculpted and painted wood. Sansa and Margaery were wearing their pretty pink diapers and adorable play dresses of soft cloth in the green of House Tyrell, embroidered with rose patterns.

Meanwhile, Lady Olenna had received a rather secretive message that Lord Varys, the Spider, had requested a meeting.

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Once she and her queen were both in fresh diapers and elegant dresses, Missandei followed Daenerys down to the harbor of Meereen. There they waited patiently for Prince Oberyn Martell and his entourage to arrive. While they waited, Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jorah Mormont told them everything they needed to know about the Red Viper and the Dornishmen which they did not know already.

Back in King's Landing, Margaery Tyrell had her arms folded and she asked "What do you think of it?" Her close friend - and now lover - seemed captivated by the rocking horse. She eyed it was such innocent childlike curiosity. Margaery honestly thought she looked adorable like that.

The dresses Sansa and Margaery wore were rather babyish and poofy, and they were short-cut, meaning that their pretty pink diapers were fully exposed. Margaery felt a tremendous urge to reach out and pat Sansa's diapered bottom.

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"It's... it's wonderful!" Sansa said, smiling from ear to ear. She even wet her diaper a little in her excitement. After a few days in diapers she almost didn't even try to hold it anymore. As Margaery had helped her to understand, having one less thing to think or worry about throughout her day alleviated a great deal of the stress and grief Sansa had been carrying for so long.

"We had a rocking horse as children in Winterfell," Sansa said wistfully. "Not nearly this big of course, and nowhere near as beautiful. It was just a piece of hardwood cut and sanded in the basic shape of horse. I hadn't even thought about it in many years, not since I was big enough to learn to ride for real. But this..." Sansa lovingly caressed the lifelike, almost life-size, and masterfully detailed rocking horse, before she turned back to Margaery. "Do you think it's sturdy enough for us to ride it together?" she asked the older girl.

While in a secret chamber in the bowels of the Red Keep, Lord Varys, the Spider, sat across a spartan wooden desk from the Queen of Thorns. "Lady Olenna," he greeted the Tyrell matriarch, "thank you for coming. Let us not pretend there is any love lost between House Tyrell and House Lannister, or that the current arrangement is out of anything but simple convenience, perhaps necessity for survival. That being said, I would like to remind you where the loyalty of House Tyrell once lay, throughout Robert's rebellion and beyond, and bring you some news you might find particularly interesting."

And in the harbor of Mereen, Daenerys stood with her entourage as Prince Oberyn disembarked with his own, including his paramour Ellaria Sand. "Welcome to Mereen, Prince Oberyn," the queen greeted. "Your reputation precedes you, and you honor us with your presence. If you would please accompany us to the pyramid, I shall see that you are provided with any comfort and refreshment you should desire after your voyage... and I hope that we shall soon have many things do discuss."

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"Oh, I'm certain it's more than sufficient to hold both our weights," Margaery contended, "It's made of solid ironwood, after all. That type of wood does not split or break easily. Come, let's give it a try."

Margaery proceeded to help Sansa onto the rocking horse, sneaking a couple pats at her thickly diapered bottom. She could not get over how absolutely adorable the northern girl looked in her infantile dress and pink diaper.

Once Sansa was on, Margaery climbed up and sat behind her. She kissed her neck and said "Go ahead and take the reins, 'my lady.'"

At the same time, Olenna nodded her head at the Spider's statements, and she remarked "Indeed, Lord Varys. House Tyrell initially entered an agreement with House Lannister because it was in our best interest at the time. But now that we've see the lions' true colors, I am convinced we would be best suited to pursue... other potential alliances."

Prince Oberyn Martell smiled at Daenerys and bent the knee to her. "It is an honor to finally make your acquaintance, Your Grace. And yes, I am most eager to converse on the current standing in the world."

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Sansa giggled with delight as her diapered bottom was patted. Once the girls were settled comfortably on the horsie, she nestled almost dreamily in Margaery's arms, feeling the Tyrell girl's soft but firm bosom pressed up behind her. And she moaned softly in her throat at the kiss to her neck.

"Very well, my lady," Sansa replied, beaming. "Shall we be off, then?"

Sansa took the reins of the horsie and leaned forward, then leaned back gently against Margaery, then forward again... and soon the girls were gently rocking, having a lovely time riding the horsie together. Sansa soon found she was actually gently grinding her padded loins, soft, wet diaper and all, into the horse beneath her as they rocked. She began to moan in her throat a little more, and, still holding the reins in one hand, began sucking her thumb with the other.

In his hidden office, Varys nodded. "I am sure you have heard by now that Daenerys Targaryen, the youngest and only surviving child of King Aerys, now rules Slavers' Bay. She commands the Unsullied, a force of mutilated slave, or rather former slave, soldiers fanatically loyal to her, as well as the Second Sons mercenary company. And, she has three living, fire-breathing dragons, almost fully grown."

"But what you may not yet know, Lady Olenna," the Spider continued, "is that Prince Doran Martell has made his move. Dorne has chosen to ally with the Targaryen girl. Prince Oberyn will have landed in Mereen this very morning, I am certain. When their attack comes, it will be swift and decisive. I wonder, then, Lady Olenna, on which side House Tyrell will choose to fight."

While in Mereen, Daenerys saw that Oberyn and his entourage had every creature comfort they could want once back at the great pyramid. It was later that evening that the young Queen, along with Missandei, Ser Jorah, and Ser Barristan sat with Prince Oberyn, Ellaria Sand, and the Dornish prince's other retainers. Grey Worm and Daario stood protectively behind her, but largely at ease. Oberyn seemed in high spirits and quite cordial, after all.

"May I say, Prince Oberyn," Daenerys began, "that my heart is truly sorry for your sister and her children. The Lannisters may not have initially usurped my father's throne, but they had a hand in it when it suited them, as Ser Barristan has explained to me in detail, and they hold it now. They will be brought to justice when we land in Westeros. And so I ask you, Prince Oberyn, in return for supporting my claim to the Iron Throne, what would House Martell ask of me in return, once I have taken it?"