Blackmail's For Babies

Twilight was counting seconds, watching the clock on the wall with an intensity and focus normally reserved for homework. She made sure to keep an eye on her teacher as well, in case she was called upon by surprise, but her thoughts were all centered around the steady tick-tick-tick of the second hand.

It seemed to be moving slower than normal, each tick of the clock taking what should have been several seconds by Twilight’s estimation. The crumpled up notes from Trust Fund had stopped, but the increasing discomfort from holding it had made her more uncomfortable than ever.

Twilight steeled herself, though, closing her legs as tightly as she could manage in spite of the bulky padding keeping them apart, trying to focus on dry thoughts, and generally doing everything in her power to make it until the end of class. It was one thing to wear a diaper to school, but Trust Fund and her bully friends were  *not* going to have any reason to think that Twilight would wet a diaper on purpose just because they said so.

That was the real problem: It didn’t matter if Twilight could hold it until the end of class or not, if she had an accident then Trust Fund would think that Twilight had done it because she was told to.

As the seconds slipped by, Twilight found herself regretting the third and fourth refills of soda pop she’d drank last night. In fact, the whole celebratory family night out was quickly turning into a sour note in her memory. If she’d just found the package sooner, figured out what was going on with more time, she could have figured out a way to get Smarty Pants back without any of this. Or, at the very least, she could have made a note to remember bathroom before leaving for school that morning. Instead, she’d eaten nearly a whole pizza and been caught totally unprepared.

Squirming at her desk, she ignored the giggles she heard from two rows back and tried to focus on the lesson. She just had to hold out a little longer, make it until-

BBBRRRRINNGGG!

The bell caught her off guard so much that Twilight nearly lost control right then and there. She had made it!

Her teacher finished her statement, then said, “Alright, students, class dismis-”

Twilight was out the door in two seconds flat, nearly tripping as she galloped full-tilt down the hall towards the nearest fillies room. She didn’t look back, she wasn’t even sure if her skirt had stayed pulled down over the diaper, but all that was a distant secondary concern to her number one problem.

Screeching to a halt in the still-mostly-empty hallway, Twilight slammed open the door to the bathroom, a little concerned that she wouldn’t even be able to get the diaper off in time.

The door shut behind her and she ran to the first stall, pushing on it. Locked.

“Come on…” Twilight whimpered, trying the second stall door. Locked again. Crossing her hoof, she tried the last door, sure that at least one of them had to be- Locked.

“We had a feeling you might show up here,” a voice came from behind Twilight, standing behind the door, making Twilight twirl around in surprise and nearly lose control right then and there. It was the white filly, Top Line, and the third pony in the trio of bullies, Obsequity, “Our class got out a minute early, so I asked Obsequity crawl under the doors and unlock ‘em. You weren’t thinking about cheating, were you?”

Twilight stamped a hoof on the bathroom’s tile floor, though all the faux-determination in the world couldn’t hide her crossed and shaking hind legs, nor her furtive glances to the bathroom door. “I am done with your stupid threats! Give me back Smarty Pants!”

“Not likely,” Top Line said, rolling her eyes, horn glowing as she locked the door. “You know the rules of our little deal, and I think it’s pretty obvious that you’d do anything to get that stupid doll back. So you’re going to turn around and trot out of here, or give up and sentance poor little Smiley Pants to a date with a paper shredder.”

Twilight wavered, hesitant. She didn’t want to lose Smarty Pants, but giving in to Top Line’s demands was looking less and less favorable. There was one option, though - She couldn’t prove anything, but Obsequity had mentioned that she had the doll. If she told on her, then she could hopefully get Smarty Pants back through the Principal, and she wouldn’t have to so much as dribble into the diaper.

Taking a confident step forward, seeing Top Line’s eyes widen in surprise, Twilight said, “No, I-”

There was a noise at the door, and then a familiar voice. “It’s me! Let me in!”

Top Line frowned and looked away from Twilight, unlocking the door for a second so that Trust Fund could come in, then shutting it before anyone else could interrupt them.

“You didn’t do what I said!” Trust Fund shouted, stalking towards Twilight with a glare. “Nobody doesn’t do what I say!”

“What?” Top Line asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wheeling on her, Trust Fund continued to shout. “I told this stupid baby to pee herself in class, and she didn’t!”

Twilight straightened, shaking it off. This didn’t matter, after all. “I don’t care what you say,” She said, taking a step towards the stall door, intending to crawl under it. “I’m done with-”

“The bet’s off!” Trust Fund shouted, whirling on Twilight and quickly stepping between her and the bathroom door. Her glare shot invisible daggers.

“No fair!” Top Line complained. “She-”

“I don’t care!” Trust Fund said. “I forfeit, whatever. We’re going to teach this stupid baby a lesson.”

Twilight tried to sidestep, but she was less agile than usual between the bulky diaper and the nearly unstoppable pressure from her bladder, and Trust Fund easily kept her from running under a stall door. “Let me through!”

“Not a chance, baby,” Trust Fund said, her horn starting to glow. “This is what you get for being an upstart little snot.”

Twilight’s eyes widened, thinking that Trust Fund was going to attack her. She hesitated and took a step backwards… Tripping immediately against the magical barrier Trust Fund had made behind Twilight’s hind legs.

Landing on her hindquarters and rolling backwards, Twilight ended up on her back, hind legs splayed awkwardly with her skirt flipped forward and bunched around her midsection, leaving her diaper completely exposed just as the combined pressure and stress of the fall made her lose the fight for a dry diaper.

At first, Twilight just felt the pressure on her bladder start to dissipate, and for a half second she was glad, though that vanished the moment she realized what it meant. Her diaper soaked up the pee almost instantly, but that did nothing to keep her from feeling the padding grow warm, soggy, and notably heavier as the seconds slipped by.

The room was almost completely silent, except for Trust Fund’s heavy, angry breathing and the hiss and pitter-patter as Twilight soaked her diaper. She was frozen by fear and humiliation, simply laying on her back, not able to even try and cover up her diaper. It didn’t take long for the white material to stain yellow, and after half a minute, most of the visible padding was obviously soaked full.

Trust Fund grinned a broad, sinister smile, not caring in the slightest about the faint stale odor. “Don’t you dare move,” she warned, taking two steps over to Top Line and Obsequity.

Twilight couldn’t hear what they were whispering, and she didn’t much care. She was mortified by embarrassment. She hadn’t just had an accident, she’d totally soaked her diaper and given them a front line view. So much for her stand for independence and not caring what they threatened, she’d just proven herself effectively helpless. Her diaper felt hot and a little sticky, the urine-laden padding clinging to her behind and making it impossible to think of anything else, an unforgettable reminder of what had just happened.

The trio of bullies broke up, and Trust Fund stalked back over to Twilight, looming over her. “Get up, baby,” putting special emphasis on the last word. “We’ve got a new plan. You’re going to walk out of this bathroom and go to lunch, and then you’ll head back to class like nothing at all happened. You are going to wear your pissy diaper for the rest of the day.”

Weakly, Twilight tried to protest. “You… You can’t make me!” She said. “I’ll tell the principal!”

“And we’ll deny it, and he’ll call both our parents, and my daddy will make sure the principal understands who’s more important to the school,” Top Line interjected. “Nobody cares about you. We are important.”

“Besides, baby,” Trust Fund cut in. “We’re going to be following you around all day. If you so much as think about taking off your baby diapers, we’ll make sure you ‘Accidentally trip’ and give the whole school the same view we just got. Everyone will know you’re the little diaper baby who wears diapers to school, like a baby.”

Twilight nearly pointed out the redundancy, but then thought better. Rolling onto her belly, she pulled down her skirt and started getting to her hooves.

Pausing, Top Line added, “Oh, and crawl under the stall doors to unlock them real quick. Obsequity’s uniform doesn’t need to get any more dirty.”