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

[Jacie Sparkles]

Winter was coming. In the halls of Winterfell, Robb Stark, King in the North, brooded. His mother Catelyn was grief-stricken, his crippled brother Bran's prophetic dreams were becoming more frequent, and his sister Arya wallowed in sullen anger. Even the direwolves - Grey Wind, Summer, Nymeria, and Shaggydog - seemed ill at ease.

First there had been treachery of Theon Greyjoy and the Ironborn invasion. The the raiders had been crushed and Theon now sat listlessly in the dungeon. Then it was discovered Roose Bolton had conspired with Tywin Lannister and Walder Frey, though few Northern houses sided with the Boltons in the ensuing battle which left House Bolton all but annihilated.

All progress in the war in the South had been lost, however. Though the North was effectively independent and the Kingslayer himself remained Robb's prisoner, the Lannisters still held King's Landing and all the South and would never be brought to justice, and poor Sansa would never get to return home, it seemed. Negotiations via raven between House Stark and House Lannister had all but broken down, and despite Catelyn's pleas Robb could not trade the Kingslayer for Sansa straight up.

Sansa Stark herself was at least vaguely aware of all this, as she wandered forlornly through the gardens of the Red Keep. The last she'd heard was that negotiations between Robb and the Lannisters had all but ended. Now it was all negotiations and posturing between Lord Tywin and Lady Olenna Tyrell... and barb-trading between Cersei and Lady Margaery, so Sansa had heard.

Sometimes Sansa wished Ser Ilyn Payne had simply ended it all for her during Blackwater. Ever since the Lannister-Tyrell victory and subsequent alliance, things had changed. Sansa was now little more than the Lannisters' prisoner, a bargaining chip. Though she was glad to no longer be betrothed to Joffrey, Lord Baelish had warned her the cruel young king would continue to torment her. Even so, Joffrey seemed to have other things on his mind these days, though Cersei was in a constant foul mood with Jaime gone and Margaery outwitting her in every conversation.

It was Margaery who had been the one occasional bright spot in Sansa's life recently. The new queen-to-be was so kind and warm, and so lovely. She had even asked for Sansa's friendship outwardly... and she had even suggested a marriage between Sansa and her brother Ser Loras, the gallant Knight of Flowers himself. But Ser Loras had joined Joffrey's Kingsguard shortly after, and Sansa was again alone with little to hope for, little to enjoy in life.

[AJbestpony]

Lady Margaery Tyrell was not much better off than Sansa. Although the young rose of Highgarden had the protection of her father, brothers, and retainers, she did not delight in the prospect of becoming the wife of Joffrey "Baratheon," even though doing so would effectively make her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Or Six Kingdoms, technically.

However, while she was nervous about her impending marriage to Joffrey, she did not despair just yet. She had heard tell that Daenerys Targaryen had been rallying forces to her cause in the east. There was a possibility that she would cross the Narrow Sea with her Dothraki, her sellswords, and her Unsullied soon enough. Margaery would have preferred the dragons to the lions greatly.

Until she could confirm that, however, all he could do was hold out hope that her wedding to Joffrey would continue to be delayed. He had sworn not to marry until all his enemies were defeated. As long as King Robb and the Northmen held out, that would never happen.

In the meantime, she was hoping there was something she might do to comfort Sansa Stark. The poor girl was so lonely and abused. She decided to visit Sansa's private bedchamber.

[Jacie Sparkles]

Sansa finished her lonely walk in the gardens and returned to the Maidenvault. She sank down in a chair and wept softly for a while, grieving for her murdered father, her separation from her family and home, and her shattered dreams - silly and little-girlish though they had been - of being queen to a great king. Eventually her sobs subsided and she caught her breath. Just as Sansa was drying her eyes and and composing herself, there was a gentle rapping on her bedchamber door.

"Y-Yes," she replied, sitting up straight in her chair. "Who is it?"

[AJbestpony]

Margaery Tyrell opened the door and stepped inside. "Good day, Sansa," she said kindly, even though she knew it was anything but a good day for the poor, mishandled Stark girl. Margaery closed the door behind her and made her way over to where Sansa was seated. She took a seat in the chair beside Sansa. Noting her puffy red eyes, she reached out and brushed a lock of Sansa's lovely auburn hair.

"I know this situation is terrible for you," the rose of Highgarden remarked, "I only wish I could get you out of it. If possible, I would try to get you out of it. I know my father and brother would do the same, but we cannot afford to shatter our relations with the Lannisters. Even so... I would like to offer you another means of comfort. One that is all but guaranteed to alleviate some of your misery and stress."

[Jacie Sparkles]

"I... I understand, Lady Margaery," Sansa replied. Despite her distress, she smiling admiringly at the older girl - a young woman, actually. Margaery was so elegant and graceful, so sensual, it seemed she did everything effortlessly, and always with her gentle, alluring smile. Sansa felt so plain and childish next to the rose of Highgarden.

"Th-thank you so much for coming to see me," Sansa added graciously. "It is most wonderful to see you again. And I... I would most like to see what this comfort is, that you speak of."

[AJbestpony]

Margaery's heart was warmed to see the Northern girl brighten up a little. She then stood up, took Sansa's hand in hers, and beckoned her. "In that case, please accompany me to my bedchamber."

She then left Sansa's quarters with the wolf girl in tow. A few minutes later, they arrived in Margaery's private apartments in the upper levels of the Maidenvault. Margaery led Sansa over to the bed and had her sit down.

After that, she reached underneath the bed and pulled out a box. She set the box down, opened it up, and removed an object. A pink, crinkly, plastic object.

[Jacie Sparkles]

Sansa's heart was aflutter as well... to be taken to Margaery's own bedchamber was simply flattering, and quite exciting as well.

Margaery's chamber was of course much larger and more lavish than Sansa's. For a moment, the Stark girl felt a pang of regret, even envy... after all, this might've all been hers had things happened differently since her arrival in King's Landing.

But knowing what she now knew, Sansa ultimately decided it was not worth being queen to the inbred little monster Joffrey, and she actually felt sorrow for Margery rather than envy. Indeed, she had told the queen-to-be and her grandmother Lady Olenna her true opinion of Joffrey not so long ago.

Sansa sat curiously on Margaery's bed, blushing a little as she did so, wondering just what Margaery was retrieving that could be so comforting. The northern girl's eyes widened just a bit, her brow raised slightly in curiosity, when she was the cushy pink garment in Margaery's hand. "Goodness," she said softly, "is that a diaper?"

[AJbestpony]

Margaery just smiled and nodded her head, saying "Yes, it is. You may associate diapers with babies. However, they are also known to alleviate stress, relieve tension, and heighten one's sense of stimulation. I know from experience that they can be very relaxing."

As if to prove her point, Margaery reached down and lifted her skirt all the way up to her waist. Underneath her skirts, she was wearing a diaper identical to the one she had just taken out. "I wear these often to cope with difficult situations, and when court runs overlong."

She then lowered her skirt, picked up the fresh diaper, and she proposed "Now, what say we get you out of those clothes and into something more comfortable?"

[Jacie Sparkles]

Sansa's jaw nearly dropped when she saw the diaper Margaery's was wearing in place of a lady's usual smallclothes. But... there seemed to be some truth in what Margaery was saying. Certainly, the rose of Highgarden hardly looked like a baby... and yet, the way the pretty pink diaper, with its pattern of tiny little roses across the front, hugged her hips and tiny waist, and the way it crinkled softly, distinctly, as Margaery approached the bed... what surprised Sansa the most was that she was not flummoxed at all.

"It... it does look very cute and pretty on you, Lady Margaery," Sansa said, smiling almost involuntarily. "Most comfortable too, now that I see it. And are you saying... that you actually wet yourself when you have your diaper on, instead of running to the chamber pot?"

[AJbestpony]

Margaery blushed a little when Sansa referred to her as "cute." "When the situation calls for it, I do indeed relieve myself in my diapers. But that is usually only when I cannot excuse myself to the chamber pot, or when my mother or grandmother are caring for me. Now, come."

Margaery swiftly proceeded to strip Sansa out of her dress, her corset, and every other article of clothing she had on until she was fully naked. She then laid Sansa down on her bed and had her lay still.

She picked up the fresh diaper and began to unfold it. The crinkle could be heard all around the bedchamber. She then set the diaper down and removed two more items from the box: a bottle of baby oil and a bottle of baby powder.

After covering her hands with some oil, she applied a good layer to Sansa's smooth nether regions. After that, she picked up the powder, sprinkled it over Sansa's crotch, and lightly rubbed it in.

Finally, she picked up the unfolded diaper, lifted up Sansa's legs, and slid the plastic garment underneath her. She set Sansa down gently, brought the front of the padding up between Sansa's legs, and proceeded to bring up the sides and fasten them in place.

Margaery then examined Sansa's diaper closely to make sure it was on properly. "There we are. Now, stand up and let me see how you look in it."