Author's Note

Another chapter! Yay! That makes five in one day! I'm excited to bring you all part of Mesma's story, or at least how she met Thunderlane.

I hope you all enjoy it!

A Fine Mess

Thunderlane flew off to practice that day, scared out of his wits. He wasn’t sure he could go to work with things as they currently were, but what choice did he have? He couldn’t tell any pony what was going on with him. They’d think he was crazy, or laugh him out of the Wonderbolts for wearing a diaper. He could just picture the disgusted and angry looks on their faces, just before the symphony of laughter began. It made his face flush red just thinking about it. And if they could hear his thoughts, he would have been dead. More from embarrassment than anything else.

He shook himself from his terrified musings as he arrived at the grounds. The physical exercise helped him. It didn’t require any thought. The blissful and mind-numbing effects of not having to think about anything for a while calmed him. It relaxed him so much, in fact, that it relaxed his bladder, and he felt himself wetting. He almost blushed before he stopped himself. If he did that, they would know something was up. But the embarrassment remained. Usually he could hold it until it was time for a break or lunch. No such luck this time. But Celestia must have been smiling down on him that day, because Spitfire called for break early. Thunderlane thanked his lucky stars, and headed into a bathroom. He locked the door, and changed himself, hyperaware of the potty that seemed to be staring him down. He got his diaper and onesie on, then his uniform. Before he went out, he gave a glare to the potty.

Dumb potty. I don’t need you! Diapees are better than you are!

It took him a minute to realize what he thought, but when he did, he smacked himself in the face.

I have to stop thinking like this. I have to. He thought. He tried to readjust his thoughts through sheer willpower, and came out.

The rest of the day went by without any more unusual thinking on his part. At least, not at work. When he got home that day, his thoughts returned. He changed out of his uniform and onseie, as it was too hot to wear on a summer day like this. When he went into his room, he was immediately attracted to his toys.

Play time! He cheered to himself, and didn’t even think twice about it. He giggled, and was a bout to start building, when he realized something. Need Paci… He thought, and grabbed it from under his bed. He popped it into his mouth and happily started suckling. He started stacking his blocks as he nuzzled the plush blanket he had in his grip against his face. He suckled his pacifier and made a city. Several skyscrapers, a few solitary blocks for houses, and some stuffed animals for citizens. He had his stuffed bear attack the city, and was so engrossed in his playing that he didn’t realize a different bodily function needed tending to. At least, not until it had already begun.

Uh oh… Gotta go poopie. He made a mad dash for the bathroom, but it was in vain. He gave up, and waited for it to be over.

Thunderlane stood there, dumbstruck. He could not believe what he had just done. Though he could take some comfort in the fact that he had at least tried to get to the toilet. But the comfort was cold. Much like some of his diaper was beginning to get. It was the sensation of clamminess that drew him out of his shock. He shook his head in order to clear it and snap himself out of it. For the first time, he could feel the mess in his diaper. The way it rubbed against him felt disgusting, but the warmth was nice in contrast to the clamminess he had been feeling. He supposed that he hadn’t realized he had wet earlier either.

He was disgusted as he changed himself. The stink of his mess and the feeling of it made him want to cry. He almost did. But he kept it together until he was in a fresh diaper. Then, he disposed of his dirty diaper, and sat on his re-padded flank. Then, he cried. Not out of discomfort, but out of shame.

He could accept having accidents. And he could accept needing his diapers. But not for that.

No. No way. This was getting out of hand. But what could he do? No pony would understand this.

At least, no one he knew. But there were maybe some ponies who could understand.

The ponies in Las Pegasus at the Forever Foal store.

But could he do it? Could he actually admit that this was happening to him? And how would he explain it? His mind was reeling with a million questions, and he didn’t know how to answer them all. But he had to take a risk now. The reward outweighed it. He slipped his onesie on, packed his saddlebags with the necessary supplies, and took off for Las Pegasus.

Flying at his top speed, he made it there in a few hours.

When he got to the store, he looked around. It was empty, except for two mares shopping in a remote aisle, and he figured this was as good a time as any. He went up to the cashier, who smiled at him.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“Hi. I uh- have some questions.”

“Okay. What product do you want to know about?”

“Uh… It’s it’s not a product I have a question about…” He was blushing furiously at that.

The cashier seemed to understand. “Let me get our owner. She may be able to help you.” She said. He nodded, and waited.

A white pony with a Pink and White mane came out of the back room. She smiled at him warmly.

“Hello, Miss…?”

“Mesma.” She said. “And you are?”

“Thunderlane.” He replied. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”

She mused on that for a minute. “Oh, wait! I know you! You were in the audience at my show in Ponyville!” She said.

“Your show?” He parroted.

She nodded. “Yes! I did a show in Ponyville. Flight show.” She specified. That was a lie, but it was what she had made him remember. What had really happened was that she had done a hypnosis show in the small town, and among her audience, he had been there. In his Wonderbolt uniform. Naturally, she had invited him up to the stage among a few other ponies, but he had proven the most influenceable among them. And in that moment, she realized that he was perfect for her idea. So she invited him backstage after the show, lowered his hypnotic resistance in a few short minutes, planted a few false memories, and sent him on his way.

Understanding dawned on his face, and he nodded. “I remember. You were really great. You own this place?” She smiled.

“Yes. And Thank you. What can I do for you?” She asked.

“I had, uh, some questions. Do you have somewhere we can talk?”

“Certainly.” She nodded. She took him to a storage room that was actually very spacious. “What’s on your mind?”

“I assume you get a lot of ponies here who use…” He couldn’t make himself say it.

“Diapers?” She filled in.

He nodded. “Do you… Do you ever get ponies who don’t know how their problems started?”

She nodded. “A few. Some of them just wake up one day and find that they’ve had an accident, and they want to be prepared.”

“Do they ever say what causes it?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s because of magic gone awry. Other times it’s stress related. Sometimes it just happens because of another medical problem, though they don’t find that out until later.”

“So it’s not as uncommon as I’m thinking?”

“Not at all. Why?”

“I… Well…” The way his face flushed told her everything and she smiled maternally.

“Thunderlane, accidents happen. And if you’re here, you’ve been taking care of them. I can’t tell you what to do beyond that. What happens next is up to you. You can see a doctor, you don’t have to. But it’s your choice.”

“Okay. I understand.” He said. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Please come again if you have any more questions.” She said.

“I will. Thanks.” He said, and flew off.

As she watched him fly, she smiled a sly grin. “I’ll see you soon, my little foal.”