A Kinky Game Of Thrones (private w/ AJbestpony)

[Jacie Sparkles]

Sansa giggled softly and covered Arya’s hand with her own, but otherwise she held quite still so Talisa could work. She soon found herself sighing contently… the Volantine healer’s hands were quite skilled, her touch oh so tender, and the Northern princess felt as comfortable and cared for as she could ever remember. She couldn’t say she was outright enjoying herself more than when Margaery changed her nappies, but she was quite certain she felt no less safe and cared for in Talisa’s hands. It occurred to Sansa then that Robb, when he was battle-wounded and bedridden, would have been cared for by these same hands. And that was a reassuring thought. Sansa grinned sweetly up at Talisa while the healer continued to work.

Meanwhile, Margaery had gotten a brief lead in the ongoing race to change the wet nappies. Whether due to her excitement resulting from Robb’s flirting or not, who could say… but her decisive advantage would be short-lived. Once the Rose of Highgarden began to wipe the Young Wolf’s skin clean in his sensitive nether regions, Robb’s manhood began to stiffen and lengthen once again in her hands. So much so that it would be all but impossible for Margaery to wrap his fresh diaper properly in place. Robb swallowed hard, and then did his best to clench the minute muscles in his nether regions… essentially willing himself to soften once again so that Margaery could diaper him, just as Talisa seemed ready to do the same for Sansa.

On the other side of the bed, Missandei gave Gilly’s shoulder another gentle squeeze. “Of course, Miss Gilly. As long as you are comfortable and enjoying yourself with us tonight, Her Grace and I are most delighted.”

“Of course not, babygirl,” Jon replied. He smoothed Ygritte’s hair a little more, fondly, and softly stroked the bare skin of her belly as well, in a rather soothing manner. He waited calmly at the Queen’s side until Daenerys had finished cleaning Ygritte’s skin and freshly diapering her once again.

“Your Grace is most skilled at that,” he complimented Dany when she’d finished. He patted Ygritte’s fresh diaper between her legs and smirked in satisfaction and approval. “And I would say my dear Ygritte has been a very, very babygirl for the Mother of Dragons,” he added. He patted Ygritte’s diaper again, and then began to softly stroke her most sensitive spot - freshly oiled and powdered - through her soft fluffy nappy.

“Would Your Grace agree this babygirl deserves a little reward?” He gave both Ygritte and Daenerys a playful wink.

[I’ll leave it to you to decide the outcome of the nappy-changing race ]

[AJbestpony]

All throughout the two simultaneous diaper changes, Arya frequently alternated her gaze between her brother and sister. It was plainly obvious that regardless of how skilled and nurturing their respective changers were, they were very much enjoying themselves. She was almost envious of them for it.

Despite Robb's manhood threatening to rise up again, Margaery managed to work around his member, working to clean him up before applying an appropriate amount of oil and powder to his groin. She worked very carefully to avoid exciting him too much.

At the same time, Talisa methodically got Sansa wiped, powdered, and oiled, going through each stage of the process almost effortlessly, which spoke volumes of her experience in such matters.

The Rose and the Volantene managed to take up the diaper pins at virtually the same moment, and they began to process of diapering the Stark siblings together. Although Margaery was first to pull the front of Robb's new diaper up between his legs, his trembling manhood proved an obstacle once again. She had to work carefully to keep the material in place before it tented the front of it.

That gave Talisa the edge she needed, as there was nothing stopping her from spreading out Sansa's new diaper aside her lower tummy. With that, she took one pair of pins and secured them on the right side, before doing the same on the left side.

Just as she finished diapering Sansa, Margaery did the same with Robb not five seconds later.

"It would seem Lady Maegyr is the winner!" Arya declared, gesturing to the Volantene.

Gilly chuckled at the younger Northern girl's announcement, before she sighed at the tenderness shown to her by Missandei. She found herself leaned back against the Naathi girl, even using her own padded crotch as a pillow. "My thanks, ma'am."

Ygritte chuckled when Jon suggested the concept of a reward, as she did not think such was quite necessary simply for keeping still during her own diaper change. However, she began to get an idea. "What can I ask for?"

"Whatever you'd like," Dany replied with a smile, "As queen, it is my duty to accommodate my subjects, as well as our allies to the far north."

Ygritte hesitated a moment, before she looked to the blond monarch and said, "Then, could you just... hold me? I've been on my own so long that I've forgotten what it was like to fully place my trust in someone, to be touched in a reassuring manner."

Dany was surprised yet delighted to see this new sensitive side of Ygritte, and at once she moved to pull the older redhead close, cradling her in her arms like the babe she had lost in the Dothraki Sea. "Mummy's here for you, baby girl," she found herself whispering.

[Jacie Sparkles]

“Ah, a fine and sporting contest all around, if I may say so myself,” Robb quipped. He sat up, enjoying the comfort of his fluffy, freshly changed diaper beneath. “Forgive me please, my dear Lady Margaery,” he added, “for had I not made things a bit… unnecessarily difficult for you… the outcome may well have been in your favor.” The Young Wolf took the Rose to Highgarden’s hands in his own.

“Alas I was at the mercy of your… other skills and charms,” Robb added. “And I would still grant you some token of admiration as promised.” And with that, Robb kissed each of Margaery’s hands, softly yet chivalrously, and then squeezed them gently while gazing into her eyes.

Sansa sat up as well and gave Talisa a gentle, gracious hug. “Thank you ever so much, my dear Talisa,” she whispered in the healer’s ear. “That was most lovely, and I am most pleased to know what skilled hands my brother has been in, especially when he needed it most.”

Sansa then turned and gave Arya a hug as well, holding her sister close. “And special thanks to my dear sister for judging the race so astutely as well.” She gently squeezed Arya a little closer and gave her gentle pat on the back of her diaper as well. “I wonder though,” Sansa added. “Does the fiercest wolf in the pack need a nappy change as well?”

Missandei was content to let Gilly lay her head in her lap. She gently smoothed the Free Folk woman’s hair. “Please rest yourself as much as you need,” said softly. “Caring for an actual babe is no small task. No less grand, nor any less important, than caring for a realm of men… as I am sure Her Grace would agree.”

Jon watched the way Dany cradled Ygritte close, tenderly and even protectively it seemed. He suddenly recalled the rumors he’d heard that Daenerys herself had once been with child, long ago when she rode at Khal Drogo’s side, as a Khaleesi in the Dothraki Sea, before she’d even become the Mother of Dragons. He wasn’t sure how much he’d heard was actually true, but it hardly seemed the time or place to inquire, nor did it seem right to even consider prying into the mysterious Queen’s past.

Instead, Jon was content to nestle closer at Dany’s side. “May I, Your Grace?” he asked softly, as he moved to put one arm around Dany’s shoulders. With his other hand he continued to stroke Ygritte’s hair and rub her belly in a soothing manner.

“If I dare say so, Your Grace,” he added softly, “you very clearly have all the makings of a most wonderful mother yourself. Your dragon children are truly blessed… as is the entire realm, to have Your Grace as our Queen.”

(Not that I’m in any hurry to get to the end of this scene, but how would you feel about having Jon & Dany be the last two still awake… having them wet their nappies together and change each other, share some intimacy, etc?)

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Margaery felt over the moon as Robb planted such tender kisses on her hands. She found herself moving closer to nuzzle him sweetly in return. "The obstacle was no bother whatsoever, Your Grace. At worst it was a helpful distraction." Indeed, being able to see the Young Wolf's "pup" was a true delight on her part.

Talisa moved to hug Sansa to return the show of appreciation. "I am always happy to change the nappies of anyone who many need it, male or female, babe or adult, lowborn or highborn." Shifting on her own diapered bottom, she said, "Though being your brother's personal attendant was quite lovely in its own right."

Arya instinctively backed away when her diaper was abruptly checked. In truth, she had been so preoccupied with her siblings' changes that she had put all else out of her mind. "I... I do not believe so," she replied in a flustered tone.

"I suppose that is a good argument," Gilly said as she continued to rest herself comfortably in Missandei's lap, sighing in contentment as she gazed up at the Naathi. "Still, to become a bedfellow of the Kingdoms' queen is something I never thought possible of myself. But I don't want you to think I am ungrateful; just a little overwhelmed."

In a single moment, Ygritte felt years of suppressed stress and hardship melting away, cast out by the simple kindness done to her by Queen Daenerys. The sweet action combined with the thick, bulky, and reassuring diaper hugging her loins brought her so much ease.

And when Jon invited himself into the embrace a moment later, the bliss reached its zenith. Sandwiched between the man she loved and the woman who had freed the Seven Kingdoms from tyranny, Ygritte felt more at peace than she had ever recalled.

She sat in silence for a long time, before she suddenly let out a yawn. "Forgive me; it has been a long journey south."

(Yeah, I would love it if the two of them were the last two up. I could see them doing some wholesome cuddling and maybe kissing for a while; they might wait a bit before they move on to sexual interaction)

[Jacie Sparkles]

(That sounds perfect. Are you liking our Jon/Dany chemistry thus far?)

“It seems you are right,” Sansa quipped, finding Arya’s nappy rather dry. “You always were perhaps the most composed of all of us,” she added with a slight giggle. She very gently squeezed Arya a little closer and gave her a very light, sisterly kiss on the temple. “Gods I missed you, sister,” she said softly.

Robb watched his two sisters for a moment, before shifting his gaze to the two women closer to his own age, where they sat closer to him on the bed. “It is quite pleasant to see them getting along,” he said to both Margaery and Talisa.

He wasn’t sure what else to say at this moment. Despite his love for Talisa, the more time he spent Margaery’s company the more his inevitable duty to choose a wife from among the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to be staring him in the face.

“I understand,” Missandei said, softly smoothing Gilly’s hair. “When Her Grace took me into her confidence and offered me her friendship, solely out of the goodness in her heart, I could scarcely believe it myself. However I assure you, Miss Gilly, you are now a friend of Her Grace, and all of us, all well… always welcome in our company, and our shared comforts.”

When Ygritte yawned, Jon kissed her softly on the forehead. Together, he and Dany continued to softly cradle the redheaded Free Folk woman until her eyes indeed seemed to grow heavy. At that, Jon wrapped both arms around her, carefully easing her from Dany’s embrace and laying her down on the bed, her head on some pillows.

Missandei helped Gilly lie down close beside Ygritte and spread blankets over both Free Folk women, as carefully as possible so as not to wake them. She then settled quietly close beside Dany.

“It is good to see her get some rest, Your Grace,” Jon said in a soft voice, meeting Dany’s gaze - her deep and mysterious violet eyes - once again. “She has much fire in her, not unlike yourself and your dragon children, and she has fought hard for her people’s survival, but I believe she is quite tired in her spirit.”

He looked over at Sansa clinging to Arya, as if regretting every less and kind word she’d ever spoken to her younger sister.

He looked at Robb, and the way his brother and Talisa remained as firmly in love as ever… even as the Young Wolf and the Rose of Highgarden were obviously beginning to adore each other more than either of them likely realized. The King in the North’s destiny seemed at hand.

And finally Jon looked into Dany’s eyes once again. Fierce yet tender and kind the queen was… and Jon’s feeling that they somehow knew each other from before lingered stronger than ever.

“Perhaps we are all tired in spirit, to some extent, Your Grace,” was all he said.

[AJbestpony]

(Oh, absolutely. At our current pace, it won't be very long before they are openly sharing their affection for one another. Same goes for Robb and Margaery

By the way, on the subject of other characters to get padded, what would you say about Osha and Catelyn? In the case of the two of them, they would do so almost solely for comfort. Say, when they're putting Bran and Rickon to bed to the night, Osha notices the stress of Catelyn's travels are finally catching up with her, and she confides in the Stark matriarch that while she was caring for Rickon, she had opted to try nappies herself, and she suggests Catelyn do the same.

Just a thought, though I don't have to remind you about my fondness for diapered mothers, and so far, of all the characters we've padded so far, Gilly and Cersei are the only parents among them. Catelyn seems the next best contender)

Arya seemed the next most likely to drift off, as she seemed to become exceedingly comfy in her elder sister's embrace, nuzzling against her as they once had when they were very, very small, almost when they were last in nappies for real.

Although Robb was a tremendous warrior and leader, his mutual affection for both women was plainly over to Talisa and Margaery alike. Having gotten to know one another a little better, they could understand the Young Wolf's feelings, and the concept of spending more time together through him certainly struck their fancy.

Talisa had not forgotten about Robb's obligation to take a Westerosi noblewoman to wife, and she could see herself remaining nearby as his healer, similarly to a maester. Likewise, although Margaery had given up on becoming Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she had proverbially warmed up to the idea of Queen of the North.

Ygritte and Gilly were soon soundly asleep side-by-side. Dany just smiled down at both of them, saying, "They did not make it very long into our little padded soiree, but they can easily make up for lost time come the morrow. After all, the unity talks do not begin until close to midday, so perhaps we could spend the better part of the morning enjoying this form of contact." She did not suspect that suggestion would be met with any ill favor.

"I know precisely what you mean, Lord Jon," Dany said, turning back to the former night's watchman. "All of us have suffered long and hard to get to where we are, but I would like to think that a future beyond the Long Night will yield great reward for all of us. Moreover, we can help one another to overcome our fatigue."

[Jacie Sparkles]

[I’ll take padded Catelyn under consideration at some point ]

Sansa sighed and gave Arya another gentle kiss. She herself was beginning to yawn as well.

“Oh dear,” said the Northern princess. “It’d be a pity to spoil the fun, but I suppose it has been a long day for all of us.” She carefully helped Arya lie down, her head on a pillow, then gave Margaery a rather doe-eyed look… one she usually saved for when her nappy was thoroughly soaked or even (on occasion) messy.

“Margaery… would you come and sleep next to my sister and me, please?” She glanced at her brother and then looked back at the Rose of Highgarden, and her smile widened. “My brother can have your other side, if you take my meaning,” she added. “I shan’t mind… sharing you with him, that is.” She giggled softly.

Robb smirked and gave his sister a wink. Then he turned to Margaery and Talisa. “Such an arrangement is quite agreeable to me… so long as it is agreeable to both of you dear ladies as well,” said the King in the North.

He then sighed and added softly, “I fear something tells me that is something I could well be saying often, in the days and years to come. The duty of the King in the North, if you take my meaning. But I suppose we can consider that tomorrow. Sansa has the right of it… we could do well to get a good night’s rest.”

While Robb, his lady friends, and his two younger sisters began to make themselves comfortable on their side of the grand, royal bed, Missandei had already nodded off, close beside Dany. Meanwhile the two Free Folk women were already sleeping soundly on the other side of the queen… looking more blissful and content than Jon could ever remember.

Jon himself along with Queen Daenerys remained awake, sitting up near the middle of the bed, propped up by a stack of silken covered feather pillows.

“Aye, very well said, Your Grace,” said Jon. “You know, you grow up fast in the Night’s Watch. Though we had our struggles with Ygritte and Gilly’s people, many of us have seen things beyond the Wall, the true threat to the realms of men no matter what banners fly above our Houses… the dead that walk, and the Others themselves.”

“And yet, Your Grace,” he added, gazing mesmerized as ever into Dany’s violet eyes, “looking at you now I can sense that your eyes have seen far more than most men or women can ever dream of.”

He paused for a moment, trying to put his swirling thoughts into words. “I still cannot explain why it is you seem so familiar to me, nor am I certain how I can best serve Your Grace, and your vision for a better realm… beyond continuing to lead my black brothers as I am sworn to do. But I would swear friendship with you, Queen Daenerys… now and always.”

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Harrenhal, Melisandre continued her prayers to R’hllor, starting into the sacred flame in her brazier. The spectral image of the Tower of Joy shifted slightly, and the Red Priestess could now faintly see Lord Eddard Stark, in his much younger days, heading home from the tower… carrying a baby boy. And at last Melisandre began to understand why Jon Snow was the shield who guarded the realms of men.

[AJbestpony]

(Wonderful; I think we could make it work )

Arya did not need to be goaded; she happily cuddled up to her sister, her diaper momentarily pressing against Sansa's. It was a strange yet inexplicably comforting sensation, as the Stark sisters laid side-by-side.

Margaery could not help but feeling the slightest bit envious, as she had no sister of her own to share such an experience with, though Loras had occasionally snuggled up to her when they both slept in Highgarden's nursery.

When Sansa called, Margaery immediately obliged, laying down on the side of Sansa opposite Arya. She nuzzled her dear Northern friend a moment, before turning to her brother as he settled down beside her. Yet again, she felt the moist sensation from within her diapers. She hoped that soon enough, she would get to do something about that before too long, ideally with Robb's assistance.

Once the Stark siblings and the Rose of Highgarden were settled, Talisa laid down herself, resting her head on Robb's free shoulder. "Good night, my handsome wolf," she whispered coyly into his ear.

It seemed within a matter of minutes or even seconds, all of them were soundly asleep, as were Gilly, Ygritte, and Missandei.

As a result, Jon and Dany were the only ones still awake. That enabled them to confide in one another away from prying ears.

"Your fealty means very much to me, Lord Jon," Dany said sincerely, gazing into his reassuring eyes as they hugged each other, all the while leaning against their pillows. She felt such bliss, the kind she had not known since the night she had smothered Drogo. That made her wonder if perhaps she need not search for her future king; perhaps he was far closer than she had dared to dream.

It was in that moment, when Jon swore himself to Dany, that she saw just how fine a specimen of a man he was, even clad only in nappies same as she was. As such, she found herself closing her eyes and leaning forward, almost as if by instinct, moving to gently press her lips against Jon's.

[Jacie Sparkles]

Jon stiffened slightly as Dany’s kiss caught him by surprise. But after a fleeting instant he relaxed and let his breath softly, and found himself returning the kiss softly but intently. There was a tenderness about Daenerys Targaryen, yet an unmistakable fire beneath her surface.

They kissed each other for a long, blissful moment. Jon laid his hands on the queen’s shoulders and rubbed them slightly, gently and soothingly. The fingers of one hand brushed through her long silvery blonde tresses.

When the kiss finally ended, the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the steward of the Night’s Watch rested their foreheads against each other’s, staying nestled close to each other. Jon smiled sweetly at Dany.

“You honor me, and flatter me, Your Grace,” he whispered in her ear.

It was then that Jon felt a familiar ache just above his groin and realized he’d been holding his water for several hours now. It’d be easy enough to just let go and wet his nappy of course, but didn’t want to distract from this moment just yet… the connection he seemed to be forming with the beautiful, fierce, and yet gentle new queen.

Especially if she had anything more she needed to say.

[AJbestpony]

Dany felt as though she were in Heaven, laying in the arms of this handsome man. Despite his cold name, origins, and appearance, she felt warmer in his embrace than she had in the presence of almost any other man.

The gears in her head were soon turning as to how she might ensure they might continue this manner of interaction. It did not matter to her that he was a bastard, though she knew it would matter to her vassals and retainers. Thankfully, it was very easy for someone in her position to legitimize someone of his background.

When the kiss ended, she kept gazing into his eyes, finding nothing but the utmost care, affection, and... dare she say, love? Yes, it seemed he was gazing at her in what could only be described as "lovingly."

"You have earned that much," Dany whispered in response, "And I have more to give, should you wish it."

Observant as she always was, she quickly noted the way the Night watchman was fidgeting. Having demonstrated such behavior herself, it did not take her long to piece together what he was enduring. "You needn't hold back on my behalf," she said, a little sensuously. "Though tell me; have you ever been with a woman other than Lady Ygritte?"