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“Good one,” said Spitfire, as she and the other mates returned their cards to the pile. “Okay, how about somebody other than Lyra shuffle this time?”
“I’ve got you covered,” said Applejack, extending her hind legs and using them to mix the cards up. Years of bucking trees had made her quite crafty with her hooves.
Saffron gapped in shock as she saw the seven other mates in the same situation as her, diapered and straitjacketed. This was made even more distressing by the fact that one of them was struggling not to use her diaper. That was when she realized their padding was not just part of the dress code. “Why…?”
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