Twilight found herself waking up to heavy eyelids and an achy bladder.

She groaned, stretching her hooves as she pulled her head up from the Cutie Map. An unfurled scroll followed her, stuck to her cheek. With a telekinetic pull, she peeled it from her face, wincing as it fought to let go of her sticky coat.

Drool.

Great. She dropped the paper onto the table once she realized the source of its stickiness, unwilling to touch it even with her magic as she leaned back. What am I? A foal or something?

crinkle. crinkle.

Twilight’s ears flicked, body pausing before her back could touch her throne. The chamber leapt back into silence, leaving her without a hint of where that noise had come from.

Her eyes darted around the room anyway, but her hungry curiosity soon found itself starved. Nothing was out of place and nothing was out of the ordinary, so it seemed. No clues as to what could have made that noise.

Twilight’s brow furrowed, the dozens of theories that had sprung into her head in the past few seconds all dropping like flies.

I guess I could’ve imagined it, she thought to herself, sinking a little into the seat of her throne. For whatever reason it was a lot more comfortable today than usual.

crinkle. crinkle.

Twilight’s ears flicked again, the sound’s resurgence ensuring this wasn’t her imagination. It was definitely coming from somewhere in the room. In fact, it sounded like it was coming from just below her…

Eyes dropping down, Twilight found out the source of that crinkling noise pretty easily. She was sitting on something white and plasticy, that wrapped all the way around her waist. The more her heavy eyes looked at it, the fluffier it seemed to be too, which could explain her throne’s sudden cushiony feeling. It was pretty weird, though. Almost as if she was wearing a…

“...A DIAPER?” Twilight’s exhausted brain jolted to full wakefulness at the realization. Twilight jolted too, right over the side of her chair and onto the floor out of pure shock.

The diaper followed her, crinkling all the way, as if it needed to confirm what Twilight already knew.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

She laid on her back for a moment, still. Her mind raced, trying to process what she was seeing. As she took her sweet time, the diaper smushed it’s padding up against her plot. She instinctively wiggled her legs, trying to push them together, only to bet met with surprisingly firm resistance from the soft fluff.

She raised her head, slowly. The white plastic rose over the horizon of her belly like the sun, and much like the sun Twilight couldn’t look directly at it without wincing.

“What is going on?” She asked, pushing herself up.

crinkle. crinkle.

The diaper squished as more weight was added onto Twilight’s plot and she grimaced. How had this thing gotten on her? Was Spike responsible?

Twilight pressed her lips together and shook her head. No, he wouldn’t have. At least, not unless he had reason to suspect I’d need it...

Her face flushed red ever so slightly at the idea of her using this thing. The red paled quickly as she recalled her bladder. A sharp yet dull ache of pain spread through her lower hip; without a doubt she’d woken up in the first place because she had to go.

Biting her lip, Twilight decided she could solve the mystery of the spontaneous diaper later. She grabbed at the edges of it and tugged to get free.

crinkle. crinkle.

Twilight’s brow furrowed at the sudden resistance. The waist of her diaper seemed to push back at her hooves, refusing to let go. She tugged again, putting some effort into it.

crinkle. crinkle.

Once more, the diaper refused to come off. In fact, it seemingly latched onto Twilight’s hips, as if it were glued. Grinding her teeth, Twilight pulled, grunting with exertion.

crinkle. crinkle.

Her brow threatened to put a permanent wrinkle in her forehead.

The diaper almost tightened around her waist, and Twilight found her hooves slipping off their grip the harder she tried. She was getting nowhere fast with the foalish garment. And considering she was unable to escape the feeling of mounting pressure in her bladder, that was definitely not good.

Glaring daggers at her diaper, Twilight clenched her jaw. What is going on here?

Was she really so tired that she couldn’t get a diaper off? That couldn’t be it, the shock of seeing it had definitely woken her up. Maybe it was just on really tight?

She wiggled her hips, earning some noisy crinkles from her diaper in turn.

crinkle. crinkle.

It didn’t feel overly tight. In fact, it felt rather snug.

Okay, Twilight thought angrily, a twitch in her eyelid. In that case… Her hooves drifted back to the tapes of the diaper, hovering in the air for just a second.

And then she yanked down, seething, “get off of me already!”

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

POOF!

A cloud of magic exploded from the diaper.

“Ah!” She flinched, squeezing her eyes shut as the sparkly, pale blue aura enveloped her. It lasted a mere second, but it still stunned her.

For a moment, she just kept her eyes shut and didn’t move. The last thing Twilight wanted was to get caught taking a peak right as an aftershock hit. After a while, she was convinced that nothing of the sort was going to happen.

Tentatively, she opened her eyes again. Puffs of magic still wafted through the air around her, remnants of whatever magic had just ambushed her. She brought up her leg, absently intending to swat the sparkly, blue clouds away as she wondered what had just happened.

And then she saw her hoof.

Or rather, she saw the atrociously pink, frilly bootie encompassing her hoof. The harmless color juxtaposed uncomfortably with it’s sudden appearance, and the lacey white frill running around the edge of the sleeve only added to that disconnect.

Her hoof hung in the air as Twilight stared at it, her stomach churning in concern. “W-What?

Her eyes darted to her other fore hoof. A matching bootie. She shook her leg, hoping to send it flying. It didn’t budge an inch.

Looking forward, passed her diaper, Twilight lifted her hind legs to find that even they had not been spared a bootie-ing.

This has to be from that burst of magic, Twilight realized, eyeing the diaper around her waist suspiciously. And I’m willing to bet trying to take off this thing caused it.

The diaper had to be cursed, or at the very least infused with some kind of magic. What other explanation was there?

She looked around suddenly, up at the empty ceiling of her throne room. “Discord?” she guessed accusingly. Her eyes darted around trying to spot the god of chaos. If this was his doing, then right about now would be the time he’d want to appear and gloat. Though the thought of his mockery sickened her, she just wanted out of this by now.

When he failed to show himself, Twilight felt a creeping doubt. Had she guessed wrong? But if Discord wasn’t behind this random, yet sinister, diaper’s appearance then who could be? Not wanting to dwell on that now, she turned her attention back to solving the problem.

Twilight looked between her bootied hooves and the diaper, wondering what they’d been meant to accomplish in the first place. She’d never heard of a spell like this before, and that made her stomach churn.

Cautiously, she reached down and poked her diaper, trying to gauge its response. Her fluffy bootie and poofy diaper mingled with a crinkle, and she pressed a little deeper into the padding to the tune of even more. But thankfully, nothing happened. Breathing a sigh of relief, Twilight plopped her head against the ground.

Okay, so just touching it wasn’t what caused… her curled her hooves inside her new booties. ...this. So what…? She gulped; a certain possibility came to mind, but she really didn’t want to believe it was true.

Regardless of what may happen, Twilight knew she had to get her new outfit off immediately. The diaper or the booties would be bad enough on their own, but if she was caught with both of them on together it might start to look like she’d intentionally dressed herself as a foal.

First things first. Twilight moved her hooves back down to the waist of the diaper, aiming for the tapes. She pushed, peeled, and pulled, but her diaper remained stubbornly in place. No matter how hard Twilight tried, her booties kept getting in the way. They were just too cumbersome to deal with; their fluffy thickness removing any dexterity her hooves might’ve had.

She pawed at the waist of her diaper a little longer, the crinkles becoming increasingly desperate. It didn’t help that the diaper still held firm, clinging to her to snuff out any hope she had to get it off like this.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

Twilight let her hooves drop to her side; she was going nowhere fast. So long as these booties were on her, the diaper wasn’t going to be easy to get off. There was always her magic, but…

I still don’t know what caused these booties to appear in the first place. Twilight looked that the pink garments locked around her hooves, forehead creasing in worry. Sure, all that tugging just now hadn’t triggered another magical explosion, but that didn’t put her at ease. Using her magic on an already enchanted diaper could have disastrous consequences.

But she also didn’t have too many options to play around with. She could feel that mounting pressure in her bladder rear its ugly head again, forcing a time limit on her Hoofdini-esque escape from whatever spell had her trapped like this.

Okay… okay… I’ll just get these booties off then. Once they were gone she’d feel a lot more at ease, for sure.

She brought one up to her mouth, bit down, and tugged with all her might.

The muscles on her neck tensed suddenly; it didn’t feel like she was trying to slip a bootie off her hoof. Instead, if felt like she was trying to drag around an anvil!

Don’t tell me this is magical too! She squeezed her eyes shut, grunting as she pulled even harder.

The bootie shifted ever so slightly, but didn’t budge. Twilight dug her teeth into the soft fabric, refusing to give in.

“Come… on!” she grunted, giving the bootie one last decisive yank. For just a moment, she thought she felt it give a little.

POOF!

A new cloud of magic burst forth, detonating right in front of Twilight’s face. She jerked back, letting go of the bootie as her head slammed against the floor.

“Mmmrf!” As the remnants of the magical explosion faded once again, Twilight lifted her head up, feeling a throbbing pain where she’d connected with the crystal floors of her castle.

She reached back to rub the spot, disappointed that the bootie was still on her hoof. She chewed the rubber nub in her mouth, trying to think of what to do.

If I can just… wait a second.

What the heck was she chewing on?

Twilight’s gaze shot downward to her snout. Poking out just past her lips was the plastic guard of a—

“Er purfrfier!” She screamed, though muffledly.

Her heart skipped a beat. There was actually a pacifier in her mouth right now!

The rubber bulb was big. Big enough to keep her tongue pressed down and dominate the inside of her mouth. The pink guard covered her snout, barely leaving room for the corners of her lips. But the worst part had to be the straps.

One latched onto either side of the pacifier’s guard and wrapped all the way around her head, pinning the pacifier against her lips. The other set swooped over and under her snout, forcing her jaw to stay clasped around the bulb between her lips. In a state like this, she’d never be able to make another attempt at her booties.

Wait, is that this magic’s purpose? Twilight realized. Her heart sank as the pieces finally clicked into place. Her hooves tugging at the diaper had led to booties, and her mouth biting at the booties had led to a pacifier. Those bursts of magic had been far from random; they were a defense mechanism!

Twilight winced as a aching sting from her bladder tore her from her thoughts. Not good, she realized. At this rate, I might be forced to use my…

NO! No, don’t think of it like that!

She shook her head, putting to bed the very idea that it would come to that. Sure, she had to pee. Badly, even. But that urgency was not enough to cloud her judgement.

Sitting up again, Twilight took a deep breath through her nose, and exhaled while pushing her hoof out. Cadance’s calming technique always came in handy, though Twilight would have never guessed she’d have needed in for a situation like this.

But it did help clear her frantic mind. And with that, she smiled, the corners of her lips poking out past her pacifier’s guard. After all, she still had her trump card.

I don’t care what kind of magic this thing’s got up it’s sleeve. I know I’m stronger than it.

Twilight charged her horn, letting her purple aura coat her entire body. Once she was bathed in magic from head to toe, she cast the strongest curse removal spell she knew. White hot light burned throughout the entire room, forcing her to shield her eyes, even as the source of the spell. Sure, this was maybe a little risky, but she was certain she was being careful.

When the light faded, Twilight opened her eyes. Not that she needed too. The cushiony feel surrounding her hooves, the soft padding on her rear, and the invasive taste of rubber in her mouth all told her what her eyes confirmed: the spell had failed.

Well… maybe not… Perhaps the curse had been beaten, and Twilight just needed to give it a test to see.

Her bootied hooves tugged once more at the tapes of the diaper, but that proved to be as useless as it had last time. She set her sights on the pacifier, almost eager to get it out of her mouth as she was to get the diaper off her flanks. Both her hooves reached up and around her head, searching for some kind of latch to release the straps. In failing that, she batted away at the guard of the pacifier to no avail.

“Hrmph,” she huffed. She was as inept at undressing herself as a foal! The worst part was, she couldn’t even tell if the curse was lifted or not. It would be just as hard to get free with or without magic gluing this crap to her body.

Guess I have no choice, she lamented, her horn sparking to life once more. She couldn’t be so cowardly as to avoid using her magic when the alternative was to ask somepony to take off her diaper, booties, and pacifier for her.

Twilight’s aura wrapped around the tapes of her diaper. Going a step further, she grabbed onto all four booties and the guard of her pacifier as well. She had no idea if this was going to work or not, but if she could get everything off in one go then she was fine with taking the risk. Besides, if it failed anyway… No, she wasn’t going to think about that.

Okay… she thought, magic ever so slightly tugging at each point of contact. Three… Two… One!

Twilight threw everything she had into ripping it all off. The diaper lurched forward, taking her hips with it. The booties flew in all directions, dragging her hooves along for the ride. The pacifier yanked on her lips.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

It was like her body was trying to burst in all directions at once. It stretched her muscles till they burned, making it pretty obvious the curse was still in effect. Twilight was just about to cut her magic off when the tapes on her diaper started to tear off.

crinkle. crinkle.

POOF!

Another, almost predictable, cloud of magical aura erupted from the foalish gear on Twilight’s body. A veteran to this explosion, Twilight barely flinched as she was engulfed in a new bright burst of blue light.

No no no! She didn’t even need to wait for it to fade; she knew what this meant. Three times made a pattern after all.

Twilight immediately called upon her magic, but instead of her horn sparking to life it felt like she’d run into a brick wall instead.

No no no! She scrambled to her hooves, forced to waddle in her massive diaper as she bolted to the back of her throne. The shiny, reflective surface of her chair acted as a mirror, letting her inspect the damage. What she saw, resting just at the base of her horn, was a pale pink band: an inhibitor ring.

NO NO NO! The curse hadn’t been lifted at all! She’d utterly failed to counteract whatever magic was possessing that stupid diaper!

“MMM! Mmmph mph mmr!” Twilight desperately tried casting spells. Teleport, Incinerate, Telekinesis. Anything that had a remote chance of getting her out of these unwanted clothes.

All attempts were snuffed out before her horn even got the chance to cast them. Her inhibitor ring was the real deal alright; another bar in the prison cell that was this diaper’s curse.

Now,Twilight was really panicking. It wasn’t just the need to go anymore, though that pressure in her bladder had only grown. It was genuine fear overtaking her.

At this rate somepony would eventually see her like this. She couldn’t use her hooves, her mouth, or her magic to even attempt to free herself. Which meant eventually, Spike, or one of the girls, or Mayor Mare, or Cheerilee, or Granny Smith, or Princess Celestia, or anypony and everypony was going to see her wearing a diaper and suckling on a pacifier like a foal!

Wait… suckling? Though her heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, Twilight still snapped back to reality long enough to catch the guard of her pacifier bobbing back in forth in her lips.

She was actually suckling on it. It was as if her body was seeking out any comfort it could get now that her stress levels were starting to peak.

Twilight was about to stop, but actually… She found the more she focused on her suckling, the calmer she got. Her racing heart slowed to a sprint, and then a very mild jog.

This is actually… so soothing… Twilight let her eyes go half-lidded for a moment and she finally relaxed a little.

And then a dribble of pee escaped into her diaper.

Twilight’s eyes immediately bugged out. She bit down on the pacifier to force herself to stop, clenching her bladder as her face ignited into a bright, blazing red. Had she just…

I didn’t…

There was no way she’d just suckled her pacifier until she peed herself a little… right?

Twilight’s ears flopped down and she lowered her head in shame, feeling the few drops of urine against her backside until her padding finally soaked it up. She had.

Th-The curse! Twilight decided. It had to be the result of this stupid curse! She clung to that excuse, feeling her heart rate pick up again. A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck; she needed a way to escape this. Now.

She flopped onto her plot, squeezing the fluffy padding against the floor.

crinkle. crinkle.

There was only so much she could do, but Twilight wasn’t thinking about any of the possibilities. Every neuron in her brain was firing at once with a single, solitary desire: take off that diaper!

It blinded her from anything else. Any existing escape route, any potential options, they were ignored. All Twilight wanted was to escape her diaper before the now very real possibility that she peed herself became a reality.

Her legs flung about in a frenzied panic. Not even Cadance’s breathing technique would be able to save her from this freak-out. It was so bad she didn’t even notice that she'd returned to her desperate suckling.

Twilight went straight for the tapes of her diapers. Her booties made grabbing them impossible, but that was not her intention at all. She instead moved to shove it right down her legs, like taking off a pair of pants. The diaper retaliated with loud protests, refusing to slide even a millimeter.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

Twilight didn’t give up. She fought every step of the way, ignoring the clumsy booties that would constantly cause her tenuous hold on the diaper’s waist to slip. Everytime they flew out of place she’d bring them back up like nothing had happened and press onward.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

She suckled violently, not even paying attention. She could feel the ache in her bladder only grow. Now that it had been able to release once, however briefly, it was only getting more desperate for relief. Twilight just kept pushing.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

“Mmmr mmph!” she screamed, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. She smacked her hooves against the crinkly padding, for all the good it would do her.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

Why?! Why won’t you just let me go? She cried in her head. Minutes must’ve gone by, and she was still struggling on the floor, straining her muscles in a manic last stand. No matter how hopeless it seemed, Twilight was going to get this diaper off, curse or no!

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

POOF!

It happened again. Twilight should have expected all her frenzied tugging would activate the curse again, but fear had overpowered everything else. Bright blue magic swarmed her once again.

Before she could open her eyes again, she already knew the problem; her hooves were pinned against her stomach.

Once the light faded, her eyes begrudgingly opened so she could inspect the damage. She chewed the pacifier in her mouth, heart still racing.

She was wearing a dress.

Not just any dress. A pretty pink princess dress, by the look of it. Bows and ribbons adorned her chest. The puffy shoulders were lined with a white, frilly trim. The ruffled skirt stuck out like a tutu, but was too short to keep her diaper out of sight. Her wings were pinned down to her sides now, unable to open against the squeeze of the tight fabric.

It was every bit a foalish and gaudy as she should’ve expected from this curse, but the real kicker was what it did to her legs.

Her fore legs were wrapped in the long sleeves of the dress, folding over themselves and strapped down. It was a strait-jacket, Twilight finally realized. A strait-jacket made to look like a filly’s princess costume.

“Mmmrph!” She grunted, trying to fling her fore legs out. They pushed against the locked down sleeves, but couldn’t break through.

Twilight rolled back and forth, kicking her hind legs as she tried to do something, but no amount of effort could get her new prison to budge. Somehow, it had only gotten worse. No matter what she did, it only got worse.

She stopped on her side, pressing her cheek against the cold floor of her castle. The damn holding back her tears finally broke, and two ran out.

Twilight laid there, crying, sniffling, suckling. What was she supposed to do? What could she do? Crawl into town and beg somepony to free her?

No. No way. If on the off chance somepony could understand her through her muffled moans, they’d be too busy laughing to help her.

Twilight sniffled again, more tears breaking through. Her struggles grew weaker the more she came to accept how futile they were. Eventually she just flopped onto her back and chewed on her pacifier.

After a minute or two of suckling, Twilight had finally calmed down somewhat. The initial panic had died, but the urgency of her situation was far from lost.

She attempted to cross her legs, but her diaper fought against that idea with sheer poof. Her bladder was begging for her to let go, but Twilight still refused it.

There has to be a way out of this, she thought. But what could she do? Her fore legs, her mouth, her magic… it just didn’t seem possible. She’d rather fight Tirek all over again than try to solve this puzzle.

Come on, that’s not right! She should be better than this. She was Twilight Sparkle, after all! Princess of Friendship, Celestia’s former protege, bookworm extraordinaire. How could she claim to be so smart if she couldn’t take off one measly diaper?

She tried sitting up, no small feat given her bound hooves. She kicked her hind legs to gain momentum, but ended up knocking into her throne. The crystal chair tilted up, one side pushed off the ground for a brief second before slamming back down with a THUD.

Twilight’s ears perked, suddenly. That gave her an idea.

Whenever she tried to remove any of the things on it, it only rebounded to make her situation worse. But what if something else forced her diaper off? Surely it could only respond to her and not, say, her throne.

She scooted forward, angling her diapered pelvis with the corner of the throne. Twilight was forced to wriggle along the floor like a worm, but that was the least humiliating thing about her situation so far.

When she finally got close enough, Twilight put her bootied hooves back up against her throne. Huffing through her nose, she pushed, forcing the hefty chair up.

Grunting, she squeezed her eyes shut and push as hard as she could, forcing the back of the throne a good half foot into the air before she was satisfied.

Holding it in place, she scooted further in, making sure as much of the poofy diaper as she could manage was underneath. It took a while until she was satisfied, but eventually Twilight was certain that she’d be able to lower the throne without crushing herself.

Slowly, carefully, she brought the heavy crystal back down. It touched down on her exposed diaper, and began compressing it.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

Twilight winced, fearing retaliation. When no magical explosions hit her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mmrnk Murrufturu.” She set the throne all the way down, letting it pinch her diaper between it and the floor.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

Here comes the moment of truth. Twilight couldn’t think of a way the curse could rebound on her this way. She felt safe enough to give it a try, especially considering she didn’t have anything to lose at this point.

She put her hooves to the ground and started to push away from the throne. Her slick booties made it a challenge, but once Twilight got the hang of it she pushed with everything she had.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

The corner of her diaper stayed pressed under the weight of the throne, even as Twilight’s body moved in the opposite direction. It still latched onto her, refusing to let go of it’s prey. But Twilight was bent on refusing its refusal.

She pushed again, and again. Noisy crinkles filled the throne room as the diaper began to give more and more. Twilight twisted her torso, trying to put as much strength behind each push as she could.

Finally, she made some real progress. The diaper’s waist slid just below her hips. Twilight grinned behind her pacifier. It was finally happening.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

POOF!

“MMMPH!” Twilight cried in frustration. A new burst of magic filled the room, burning her retinas with bright blue.

Before Twilight could see again, she felt the sensation of flopping up and down. Blinking back to reality, she saw the room falling and climbing before her. Bouncing.

Looking down, she saw her hind legs didn’t even touch the floor anymore. In fact, she was suspended several feet in the air. Most worryingly, her seat was gone.

It took her only a second longer to find out what had happened to it.

My throne’s a baby bouncer?! She let loose a muffled scream into her paci.

Surrounding her diaper was a pale purple cloth seat. Four straps connected to the seat, pulled taut. Twilight followed the straps up and over her head, where she saw they connected to a decorative bar just above her. The bar itself was hooked to another, single strap that hung all the way from the ceiling.

She was stuck along for the ride, hopping up and down with the flow of the bouncer. Twilight screamed into her pacifier again, kicking her hind legs and throwing her fore legs against the binding dress she had on. Her skirt swished as the bouncer kept bouncing.

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle.

Her diaper teased her, now forcibly pressed against her nethers and plot. Each bounce sent it leaping against her even harder, just hammering home the hopelessness of her situation.

If she wasn’t before, Twilight was now totally and completely trapped.

It really began to sink in on her ninth bounce. The realization that she couldn’t go anywhere now, or do anything. Not even calling for help was an option now. She was stuck until somepony wandered into the throne room and even then, there was no guarantee they’d fare any better than she had against the diaper.

And who knew how long that would take, too? Twilight bit down her pacifier, needing a few more bounces before she really came to terms with what she’d eventually have to do.

Her bladder was about ready to burst. It had been more than patient with her in her struggle with the diaper curse, but was fed up with waiting. Twilight couldn’t blame it, either. She needed the ache to go away, one way or another.

Her hind legs squirmed below the bouncer, trying in vain to hold back the inevitable. Desperation was at its peak, and Twilight knew nothing she could do could stop this now. Finally, she gave in, accepting the fact that nopony would rescue her in time.

She peed her diaper.

“Mmmf!” she moaned with relief. The ache finally dissipated as she flooded her diaper. Its padding soaked up her accident with ease, eagerly accepting more and more.

She shivered as the sensation of warm dampness spread, covering her crotch and eventually her plot as her neverending torrent kept going.

Twilight suckled on her pacifier, doing anything she could in an attempt to ignore it all. But there was no hiding from the fact that she was pissing herself, willingly, while diapered. Tears reemerged from her eyes, and she sniffled while her potty break continued.

Eventually, mercifully, she finished piddling her pampers. The bouncer was slowing down by now, but still going. It forced her sloshy diaper to smack against her butt, over and over and over again, not letting her forget what she’d just done.

Twilight put up a pitiful, post-wetting-herself struggle against all of her restraints, but it was about as half-hearted as she could possibly muster.

Now all she could do was wait for a rescue. And then hopefully she could find whoever was responsible for this cruel, sick joke.

Author's Note

I think this chapter's a good spot to mention that this whole fic was inspired by this little picture.