Blackmail's For Babies

The bell rang, and Twilight shot to her hooves, the churning in her bowels making her desperate to get out of the classroom before she lost control. Running towards-

“Ahem, Twilight, you should know this,” their teacher scolded, stopping her in her tracks. “The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do.” Blanching, Twilight reversed momentum and backed to her desk, sitting down to the sound of Trust Fund’s giggling. Nodding, the teacher continued. “Your homework is…”

Twilight squirmed desperately in her clammy diaper, totally missing what their assignment was. Best case scenario, she could get out the door before Trust Fund or Top Line realized what had happened, then make a break for the bathroom. It was unlikely, especially since her first break for the door had already failed miserably, but she could try it.

She began focusing on an escape plan. Something to distract everypony long enough to get away… It would be difficult, but maybe if she grabbed the chalkboard erasers with her magic and clapped them, she could make a distraction and-

“Hey, earth to baby,” Top Line snickered, waving a hoof in front of Twilight’s muzzle. “Class was dismissed. We are going to the library.”

Twilight blinked in surprise, having spaced out and only now noticing the other ponies lining up to head out the door. Blushing, she got to her hooves, finding herself again flanked by the bullies, who trotted alongside her so she couldn’t make any sort of move to get away, at least not without them easily being able to stop her.

“P-please,” Twilight whimpered as she pressed her hind legs together as much as she could against the bulky padding, once they were in the hallway and there was less chance of being overheard. “Can I please just go?”

“No way, baby,” Trust Fund said, turning the three of them towards the library. “You’re not going anywhere unless you want everypony at school to see your diaper.”

Twilight swallowed, glancing around in the hopes that nopony would notice her awkward, shuffling waddle. The cramps were growing closer and closer, and she knew she couldn’t possibly have more than a couple minutes to get to a bathroom before the inevitable happened.

She knew the path to the library like the back of her hoof, and so the walk there had no surprises for her. She normally ended her school day there anyways, wanting to check out as many books as they’d allow and return some that she’d finished. It had gotten to the point where the librarian would ask Twilight to find certain books when she couldn’t, something Twilight took a lot of pride in. Today, though, any pride or excitement she would feel in anticipation of reaching the library was replaced with fear and a growing wish that she could turn herself invisible.

“Obsequity is supposed to meet us in the back somewhere,” Trust Fund said, as they walked into the library doors and were greeted with the familiar smell of old books, accompanied by the less-familiar smell of stale urine that had been following Twilight around for most of the day. “I’m surprised you haven’t crapped yourself yet, ba-”

“Shhh!” Twilight pleaded, glancing over at the librarian, only a few paces away behind her desk.

Trust Fund frowned, ignoring the librarian’s curious glance up towards the three of them. “You don’t interrupt me, ba-”

“Let’s go find that book!” Top Line interrupted, loudly, nudging Twilight sharply in the side. “You said it was about foal care, right, Twilight?”

“What?” Twilight asked quietly, Top Line’s elbow making her squirm, the extra pressure on her bowels making her struggle even more to hold it. Catching the significant glare from Top Line, she put the pieces together and said, “Er, yes, that was it.”

“Great!” Top Line said, “This way, girls.”

They made it back behind a few shelves of books before Top Line furiously whispered to Top Line, “What was that?”

“We didn’t want to get held up,” Top Line explained in a matched whisper.

Trust Fund threw up her hooves, exasperated. “Why not? Watching Twilight squirm in front of her would have been hilarious!”

“Yeah, but if we got caught there, then we wouldn’t get a chance to meet up with Obsequity before she has her accident,” Top Line shot back, “And that’d ruin our pl…”

A second went by, and they both looked at Twilight, who was waddling next to them, trying to decide if it was possible to run for it while they were arguing.

Trust Fund seemed to get the point anyways. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I still think it might have been worth it.”

Twilight gulped, and her intestines gurgled audibly, protesting the growing pressure and demanding that she find a bathroom immediately.

“S-so, Obsequity will have Smarty Pants, right?” Twilight asked, trying not to dwell on whatever the two bullies were plotting.

“Who?” Trust Fund asked.

“Her doll,” Top Line supplied.

“Oh, yeah. Sure, yes, whatever,” Trust Fund said, shrugging.

“Okay,” Twilight said, not reassured in the slightest. They were nearing the back of the library, and she hadn’t seen Obsequity yet, which made her wonder where the third member of the bully trio was hiding, and why they wanted to meet in the library in the first place. It was true that it was practically abandoned most times of day, especially back in the history section that they were currently heading towards, but privacy hadn’t been a concern for them until now, and it seemed weird for them to change style so late in the day.

“I’m surprised the baby hasn’t made a mess in her diaper yet,” Trust Fund teased, as they made it to a dead end, full of autobiographies that nopony ever wanted to read. She gave Twilight a light shove. “Well, baby? Do you think you could even make it to the bathroom if we let you?”

Twilight wasn’t sure how to answer. She was honestly unsure if she could. Even walking was becoming nearly impossible, she was grateful that they had stopped because it allowed her to clamp her hind legs together and focus on keeping her diaper clean. Since it seemed to be the answer Trust Fund wanted, she shook her head a little, blushing profusely.

“That’s what I thought, baby,” Trust Fund snickered. “Aren’t you glad that we made you wear a diaper now, baby?”

“Y’know, the ‘Baby’ insult is getting a little old,” Top Line pointed out. “Maybe we should come up with something else, it’s not really that funny to begin with.”

Trust Fund shot her friend a glare. “Oh, yeah? What else would you call a filly who still wears wet diapers?”

“I don’t know, Trust Fund, what would you call a filly like that?” Top Line said, glaring back.

The two of them maintained eye contact for several long moments, until they all heard a pony clear her throat behind them. Spinning around, Twilight saw Obsequity standing there, a camera hanging around her neck by a leather strap.

Time seemed to slow down for a moment as Twilight processed what she was saying and came to the horrible realization. They wanted her in the back of the library so nopony else would be around. They didn’t want anypony else around because they’d get in trouble for whatever was going to happen if anypony saw. With Obsequity at one end of the row and a dead end at the other, Twilight couldn’t possibly run. And with that camera, they’d be able to get pictures of everything.

“Wait, please don-” Twilight managed to say, before a heavy push made her trip backwards, and she felt somepony’s magic start to tickle her. She giggled, squirming and trying uselessly to get away from the tickling magic.

The tickling ended after only a few seconds, but by that point, the damage was done. As it faded and Twilight managed to stop her giggling, she realized that without her constant effort to hold it back, the laxatives had taken over. She tried to stop it, but her body was already set in motion, and no amount of willpower or straining could keep her diaper clean.

Hot much forced its way into her saggy diaper, quickly filling up the available space and forcing the padding to expand outward to make room. As soon as there was a visible bulge, Trust Fund burst out laughing, and Top Line was only a few seconds behind her.

Half a minute went by as Twilight’s diaper bulged larger and larger, the two bullies laughing, Twilight occasionally giving out an involuntary grunt, and Obsequity’s camera clicking occasionally, a bright flash accompanying the clicks. It wasn’t until she was almost done that Twilight noticed her skirt had been bunched up around her waist to expose her diaper, probably on purpose.

“Friggin’ Celestia, she actually did it!” Trust Fund giggled, wiping away a few tears.

Top Line had to catch her breath, finally pointing out, “That means I win the bet. Told ya’ she’d do anything.”

“Sure, I don’t care,” Trust Fund said, grinning. “Did you see the look on her face? That was priceless!”

Twilight scooted backward, her face a bright red, feeling her messy diaper squelch between her legs and trying to pull her skirt down far enough to cover it up. The back corridor of the library was already starting to smell, and she didn’t think there’d be a way to get cleaned up without at least two showers.

Obsequity quietly popped the roll of film out of the camera, putting it into a pocket and glancing at Trust Fund. “Do you want me to get her doll now?” She asked.

“Nah, just throw it away,” Trust Fund said. “We don’t need it anymore.”

“What?” Twilight squeaked, eyes going wide. “B-but you promised!”

“I don’t make promises to smelly diaper babies,” Trust Fund said, grinning wickedly and doing her very best to sound menacing. “And I hope you had fun today, because we’re going to play dress-up a whole lot more all year.”

“N-no way!” Twilight protested, feeling her eyes water against her will. “I won’t wear these again!”

“Yes you will,” Top Line said, more casually. “Not unless you want all these pictures we took ‘accidentally’ ending up in the school newsletter.”

“I’ll… I’ll tell on you!” Twilight said, feebly trying to look confident, a task rather undercut by the tears forming in her eyes.

“To who?” Trust Fund asked. “The princess? And let her know that you actually wore diapers to school and crapped yourself? I don’t think she’d want somepony like that as a pupil.”

“The… The p-principal,” Twilight sniffed. “I’ll tell him!”

“And we’ll say we didn’t do it, and nopony will believe you,” Trust Fund said. “And just to be sure, my dad’ll donate like a new building to the school or something.”

Twilight tried giving a pleading look to Obsequity, but she only looked at her hooves and shrugged.

“Oh, quit crying,” Trust Fund sneered. “We won’t make you wear diapers every day, just whenever we think you’re getting too snooty.”

“Or when we think it’d be really funny,” Top Line added. “Let’s get out of here, Top. It smells like crap.”

“Right, yeah,” Trust Fund agreed. “Obsequity, were you coming over for dinner?”

“I have a lot of homework I need to do,” Obsequity said. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Just copy Twilight’s,” Trust Fund said. “She won’t mind. Right, baby?”

Twilight sniffed, but nodded, not wanting to incur any more humiliation.

“No thanks,” Obsequity said, quickly adding, “I mean, do we really want to trust the homework of a, uh, diaper baby like her?”

Trust Fund shrugged. “Good point. See you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, tomorrow,” Obsequity said, slipping out of the hallway and leaving.

Sparing one last look at Twilight, Trust Fund grinned and said, “I’m not as picky as she is. Go ahead and copy all your notes for me, okay? Thanks,” then turned and left with Top Line, leaving Twilight all alone.

It took her a while to collect herself enough to get to her hooves so she could walk home, and a little bit longer to get used to walking with the extra load between her hind legs making her waddle more pronounced than ever. Every step was a heavy, squishy reminder of what had happened, and even if she stood completely still, the weight of her diaper and the constant smell made it impossible to put entirely out of her mind.

She practiced walking up and down the aisle a couple times, hoping that she could be at least a little bit stealthy, and wishing that her diaper wasn’t so full as to sag well below the bottom hem of her skirt no matter how much she tugged it down.

Once she felt that she wouldn’t get any better at walking with an overfull diaper, she slipped out of the library, moving to the exit as quickly as she felt she could without potentially tripping over her hooves. Most students had gone home, and most who remained were in a hurry to get from one extracurricular activity to another, so outside of a few wrinkled noses accompanied by confused expressions, nopony seemed to pay Twilight’s condition any mind.

Outside, at least, Twilight didn’t have to worry about the smell so much. There was a gentle breeze that kept any bad odors from lingering for long, and though her diaper still poked out from beneath her skirt, the sidewalk was mostly clear for her short walk home.

She tried not to think about what the bullies had said. She couldn’t imagine this happening again, much less becoming a regular occurrence, but if those pictures really got shown to everypony, she’d be a laughingstock. It didn’t matter if Trust Fund or Top Line got punished, Twilight knew she wouldn’t be able to show her face at the school again. And besides-

“Twilight, wait a second!”

Looking over her shoulder, Twilight saw Obsequity running up behind her. “Haven’t you made fun of me enough already?” She asked, though, slowed as she was by her diaper, she couldn’t exactly keep Obsequity away.

“No, I… Uh, well, I just wanted to say sorry for my friends,” Obsequity said, wrinkling her nose as she caught a whiff of Twilight. “Um… They were kinda jerks back there, but they’re really mostly okay, I promise.”

“Whatever,” Twilight said, looking away. “Just leave me alone.”

“Here,” Obsequity said, shoving something towards Twilight. “It’s the film. I guess you can destroy it or whatever.”

Twilight blinked, surprised. “What?”

“I’m sure they were just kidding about doing this again,” Obsequity said. “They told me it was just a one-time prank and all. But just in case, I thought I’d let you have the photos so they couldn’t embarrass you with them. Oh, and I thought you’d want this, too,” she added, reaching into her saddlebag and pulling out a diminutive doll.

“Smarty Pants!” Twilight exclaimed, happily grabbing her stuffed friend and beaming. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, sure,” Obsequity said. “You earned it, right? Just… Don’t bring him back to school for a while, I didn’t tell my friends I was going to give her back, and you do look like kind of a dork.”

“Okay,” Twilight said, barely listening.

“And, uh, maybe don’t tell them that I still have a couple dolls, too,” Obsequity added, tentatively.

Twilight didn’t think about what she’d said for a moment, and then it sunk in. “You do?”

“I mean, I don’t drag them to school with me all the time, but yeah,” Obsequity admitted. “Look, I should go.”

“Thanks,” Twilight said, holding up Smarty Pants. “Really. You’re not a jerk like them.”

“They might be jerks, but they’re my friends,” Obsequity pointed out.

Twilight frowned. “Friends are stupid.”

Obsequity turned to leave, then paused. “Oh, and if Top Line tries to mess with you any more, just… Maybe imply that you know why she happened to have access to heavy-duty bedwetting diapers.”

Twilight blinked, watching Obsequity turn and walk away. “Oh,” She said, a few things suddenly making a bit more sense.

More importantly, though, it was all over. She just had to go home and take a shower and throw away her old diaper, and the ordeal would be done with. Nopony had any pictures, nopony had any way to blackmail her, and she had Smarty Pants back. Her brother would be in his room, working studiously at his homework, possibly with Cadence - Who’d been coming over to help him study an awful lot lately, probably because Highschool had a lot of homework.

Twilight slipped in through the back door, walking into the kitchen, hugging Smarty Pants, and smiling. Taking a few steps in, though, she froze, seeing something she hadn’t expected, standing between her and the stairs to the bathroom.

Swallowing on a dry throat, Twilight said, “Mom, you’re home early?”