Author's Note

This chapter was very fun, not gonna lie. Writing our villainess here has been a hoot for me. I sure hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did!

Special thanks to SuperPinkBrony12 for catching my mistakes. Apologies to you all about the mix up in names. I have an RP OC who's son's name is Thunderwing, so it was a pretty easy mistake to make. Probably didn't help that I was RPing at the time I wrote that either. Soooo... Yeah. Sorry! But hey, to say thank you to you, SuperPinkBrony12, I want to give you something special. Hit up my inbox sometime, my friend.

Hope you all enjoy this!

Day And Night

To say Thunderlane was upset was an understatement. He was royally pissed off, and incredibly confused. Not to mention a little scared, though he would never admit that part of it. He groaned, angry and ashamed at himself that morning as he stripped himself of his diaper.

“Why does this keep happening to me?!” He asked himself. But really, he could only ask himself. He wasn’t going to just tell somepony about this, not his family, friends, or even a doctor. He didn’t want to get a bad reputation, and he was too ashamed to say anything in the first place. He went on about his day, agitated and rather snippy. When a few ponies asked why he was upset, he replied that he had lost a bet with somepony and didn’t want to talk about it further. It seemed to satisfy their curiosity and get them off of his back. They didn’t push further, and he was let be.

But the wet nights continued. Though at first there was a night or two where he woke up dry. Those mornings when he woke up to a dry diaper filled him with relief, but he always ended up putting one on the night after. Just in case. And usually his instincts served him well. But by the end of a week, he had woken up wet every morning.

His nightly visitor found things progressing well. After the end of the week, when he had wet himself nightly, she decided to push a little further.

About two days after the worst week (as he had so dubbed it) he had gone to the bathroom like every morning, and had about to go and use the toilet, when something stopped him. Some odd anxiety. The toilet seemed so… big. Kind of scary, too. And the roaring noise it made whenever he flushed was terrifying. But he shook his head to clear it.

This is really getting to me, isn’t it? He thought. He ignored his fears and used the toilet. But the fear did not confine itself to the morning. It started happening any time he went to use the bathroom. But every time, he pushed through it. He wasn’t about to let some mounting anxiety get the better of him.

His mysterious visitor found this displeasing. From what she had seen, through windows of his home, this wasn’t working as well as she had thought. So she decided to take more direct action. Her pink and white striped mane was blown back a bit as she flew through his window.

She waited until three AM, as it had been working seamlessly for her since day one, and then spoke to him.

“Listen to me, Thunderlane. Just listen and relax.” Her voice was velvety, calm, and soothing. “You’ve been so big using the potty like a big boy. But you’re not a big boy. You’re just a foal. And foals have accidents during the daytime, too. You will be too scared to use the big pony potty, and you won’t be able to stop your accidents, no matter how hard you try.”

Thunderlane shifted on the bed, but otherwise didn’t show any signs of waking. She paused for a moment, and then continued.

“You will have to start wearing your diapers during the daytime too. Because you don’t have any control of your bladder anymore.” She finished. Thunderlane did not stir. She spent the rest of the time watching over him as he slept, and then took her leave.

Things only got worse for Thunderlane after that. It was the weekend after he started having more frequent nighttime accidents. He had decided to spend it at home, too embarrassed by what was happening to him to go out and be seen. He had realized very early on in the day that he needed the bathroom, so he went over to it. There stood his enemy. The toilet. His fear and anxiety over using it had risen, escalated, and surpassed anything he had ever felt. He had tried to talk himself out of the fear, but it was too much for him this time. The toilet was too scary.

He hopped from hoof to hoof as he did a potty dance, trying to figure out what to do. Unfortunately, his body decided for him, and he started to have an accident on the floor. He tried to stop the flow. He clenched his legs, focused on it, but it wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t even slow down. He was forced to wait it out. It seemed like an eternity before it finally stopped completely, and he was standing in a puddle of his own shame. Angry and upset as he was, he couldn’t help but think that at least the bathroom had tiled floors and this would be easy to clean. He cleaned up, and tried to go on about his day.

But the problem persisted, until he had had three daytime accidents in one day. He knew he had to do something about it. But what? The answer lay in the hatch under his bed. He sighed, and moved the bed, before powdering himself and putting on a fresh diaper. He happened to have looked down at the supplies when he was putting the powder away, and saw that he was running low. With the way things were going, he didn’t have much of a choice but to get more.

But where can I get more? He wondered to himself.

Forever Foal. Came a voice in his mind.

He was going to question how he knew that, but a hazy memory of going there during his drinking binge in Las Pegasus broke through to him, and he sighed. He didn’t really have much of a choice. It wasn’t like he could go somewhere in Ponyville. But how was he going to cover his diaper?

The only answer to that was his Wonderbolts uniform. He felt almost dirty as he slipped it on over his diaper. That uniform was a symbol of his pride, a badge of achievement, and it had been sullied by having to even graze the backing of that diaper. But he didn’t have time to wallow in self-pity and shame. He had to leave now if he was going to get there before the store closed.

He could have- no, he should have taken the Ponyville Express to get there. It was much quicker and far more convenient. But he couldn’t risk ponies asking him questions. At least, ones he knew. So he flew upwards once he got out his front door. Higher, higher, and higher still. Until he was sure that no pegasus would be soaring so high. Then, he bolted off.

By the time he reached Las Pegasus, the sun was starting to set. He was up high enough at that point to see the streets, and maneuvered himself as though he was walking them. He knew somehow how to get there, but he passed it off as having a drunk memory of doing so. He landed just in front of the store and quickly entered. Mercifully, the streets around it were empty, and so was the store. He was the only one there besides the cashier. He grabbed a few packs of diapers in his size, and he was about to go and pay, when something caught his eye.

It was a onesie. But it wasn’t decorated or even colorful. It was the exact shade of his coat. He felt drawn to it, thinking that maybe it could help his little problem. When he looked further, he was pleasantly surprised with what he found. It was magically enchanted, to completely mask the diaper he was wearing, and blend seamlessly with his coat. He didn’t even think as he grabbed one in his size. He went up to the cashier, paid quickly, and got the hell out of there.

He was the last customer of the day, and the cashier was counting the money in the drawer, when a pony came out from the door to the back room. Her pink and white striped mane brushed only slightly against the floor as she walked over to the young mare at the register.

“Is everything okay?” She asked the girl.

“Everything is fine, Miss Mesma. So far, we’ve turned a great profit today.”

Mesma nodded. “Good. Thank you very much.” She said, and eyed the door where Thunderlane had left. She had seen him through the back window, and saw the unmistakable bulk of a diaper on his flank. She grinned a wan smile to herself. If her plan was working this quickly, he was becoming more susceptible to her hypnotic suggestions. That meant less of a wait time for her, and more impact for him. In just a few more days, he may be ready for the next phase of her plan.

But for now, she was content to wait.