The Great And Powerful Bedwetter

Night had fallen over the idyllic nation of Equestria, the sky filled with sparkling stars as ponies of all shapes and sizes settled down for a good night’s rest. In a clearing just east of the Whitetail Woods, a single pony stage wagon sat, the remains of a fire pit stamped out nearby. Inside the wagon, however, the mare inside was engaged in a fierce battle of wills.

Trixie Lulamoon, better known by her self proclaimed moniker of “The Great and Powerful Trixie!” sat in the middle of her bed, scowling at her opponent sitting opposite her, mocking her with its silence. Every so often the mare would mutter, “Trixie doesn’t need you…” only to receive silence in return. After a long day of practicing her act, all Trixie wanted to do was curl up in bed for the night, but the adversary before her continued to stand in her way, night after night.

Only three months prior, Trixie had embarked on a revenge fuelled crusade to prove herself against the mare called “Twilight Sparkle”, for the crime of besting her in a show of magic. Not only had this mare succeeded in wounding Trixie’s pride, but her life had been left in shambles for months afterwards, resulting in her being laughed out of every town she visited and forced to work on a rock farm for money. A rock farm!

In her pursuit of vengeance, Trixie had foolishly sought out a powerful artefact known as The Alicorn Amulet, capable of elevating her power to that of an Alicorn, making the wearing potentially even more powerful than Princess Celestia herself. As promised, the amulet had given her power beyond her wildest imagination, but such power had not been without a cost, warping Trixie’s desires from revenge into full-on megalomania that she had needed Twilight Sparkle to save her from, yet again.

Despite herself, Trixie was not ungrateful to Sparkle for freeing her from the amulet’s influence, seeing as the alternative could have resulted in her being locked behind bars. Yet again, Trixie had left the small town of Ponyville with the intention of getting her act back together, with much more success this time around.

And then the bedwetting had started.

The first time it had happened, Trixie wrote it off as a mere fluke, a random accident after drinking too much the night before. While washing her sheets and mattress had been an aggravating chore, she was content in the knowledge that it wouldn’t happen again.

Except it did happen again. And again, and again. By the fourth morning waking up to a soaked bed, Trixie had fearfully considered the idea that she might have had a problem, making a detour for the nearest town and scheduling an appointment at the local doctor.
Despite multiple tests, however, the doctor could find nothing medically wrong with the mare, much to her frustration. In the end, his diagnosing was that her “nocturnal enuresis” was simply due to stress, and would stop on its own, instead offering her several suggestions to considering in the meantime.

First, cut back on liquids before bed. That one had seemed the simplest at first, but Trixie ultimately failed to fully factor in how much water she drank while performing her act, to say nothing about the glass or two of wine she liked to indulge in with dinner. In the end, she ruled that one a failure.

Second, set an alarm to wake herself up for frequent mid-night bathroom trips. That suggestion didn’t even last two nights of Trixie sleeping straight her alarm before tossing that idea (and the alarm) out the window.

Third, invest in a waterproof cover to prevent further damage to her mattress. So far that suggestion had worked out well enough, thought it did nothing to solve the problem of waking up in wet sheets, plus the crinkling of her mattress caused her no end of embarrassment.

That had left the doctor’s final suggestion, one so absurd and outlandish that Trixie had angrily stormed out of his office for even suggestion such a thing.

That she should consider investing in some “Night-time Protection”.

Trixie wasn’t stupid; she was The Great and Powerful Trixie after all! She knew what he really meant: diapers, like those worn by stupid foals and young fillies and colts that couldn’t keep their bed dry at night. Trixie was neither of those things; she was a full-grown mare for Celestia’s sake! She would rather grovel at Twilight Sparkle’s hooves than resort to something so… so humiliating!

Unfortunately, another week of wet sheets had worn away at Trixie’s resolve enough that she had reluctantly resorted to the indignant act of walking into a medical store and purchasing a bag of “Night-time Protection” for herself. Never in her life had she felt so embarrassed, feeling everypony’s judging eyes on her as she beat a hasty retreat back to her wagon with the bag in tow.

Since then, a new addition had been made to her nightly routine, starting with the open package of “protection” still sitting at the foot of her bed. No matter how much she glared or growled at the offending package, though, it refused to leave her sight. After several moments, Trixie would inevitably give in and remove one of the… diapers… from the package and unfold it across her bed.

Lowering herself onto the plastic garment, Trixie first threaded her tail through the secure hole in the back before levitating over a bottle of talcum powder and sprinkling a flurry of powder over her marehood. While the act of powdering herself only further fuelled her embarrassment, experiencing the dreaded “diaper rash” once had been one time too many.

That done, Trixie pulled up the front of the garment to her barrel with her magic before pulling up the back and taping herself into her plastic prison. After securing the last tape in place, she quickly checked the leg gatherings, making sure they weren’t tight enough to chafe her delicate skin, but not loose enough that she would leak, thus defeating the purpose of wearing it in the first place.

Trixie was a mare of many talents, but knowing how to diaper herself like a foal was not a skill she had ever thought she’d needed to learn.

Despite barely taking a minute to do, Trixie still felt like the whole experience had taken an agonizing amount of time, scowling once more at the bulky padding now taped around her loins. To make matters even worse, the diaper crinkled at even the slightest of movement, making Trixie’s cheeks blush every time at the constant reminder of her shame.

Trying to push the though of her attire from her mind, Trixie burrowed beneath her covers and snuggled up to her pillow, flicking off the lamp on her nightstand with a small bit of magic. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she muttered, “Stupid diapers…”

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“Come one, come all, and be amazed by the Great and Powerful Trixie!”

A sea of cheering fans stretched as far as the eye could see, all amazed and captivated as Trixie performed one spectacular feat of magic after another, each better and better than the last.

Finishing up her latest trick, Trixie turned to face her adoring fans. “Truly, there is no pony in all of Equestria more magnificent and spectacular than the Great and Powerful Trixie!” she boasted, the crowd replying with a deafening wave of cheering.

“Booo! Booo!”

Trixie froze, her ears picking out the sounds of dissent amongst the crowd as her grin was wiped from her face. “Who dares boo the Great and Powerful Trixie?! Show yourself, nave, so that Trixie may prove you wrong!”

“Gladly.” The crowd parted as a hooded figure stepped forward, climbing up onto the stage. “I’ve heard enough of your boasting, time I showed you what real power looks like.”

Trixie turned up her nose at the neighsayer before looking back towards the crowd. “Feast your eyes, as the Great and Powerful Trixie proves once more that she is the greatest, most powerful—Mphh!” Trixie was silenced as something appeared in her mouth, straps wrapping around to her neck and locking it in place. Looking down, Trixie’s eyes widened at the sight of a bright pink pacifier.

“Ah, that’s better,” The hooded figure said with a grin, a dark red aura of magic surrounding the figure’s horn. “I was starting to get a headache. Now, time for me to prove just how weak and helpless you really are.”

In a pop of red magic, a marionette bar appears above Trixie, almost invisible strings floating down and wrapping themselves around her limbs. Trixie struggled and fought against the strings, but was ultimately powerless as she lifted up a foot in the air, her hooves dangling in the air.

“Hmm… It still needs something…” The figure grinned beneath their hood as an incredibly large and incredibly thick diaper materialized. “I think what you need is a more fitting wardrobe…”

No! Again, Trixie struggled against her restraints, helpless as the diaper was floated over and securely taped on, her tail threaded through the back. The diaper was covering in pink hearts and little boats, causing the mare to blush profusely as a snicker began to spread through the crowd.

But the worst was yet to come, as Trixie’s beloved pointed hat and star spangled cape were transformed into a frilly bonnet and star covered onesie, both of which wrapped themselves around the mare. Trixie’s humiliation only grew as the crowd slowly turned against her, only snickering at the foolishly dressed mare.

“Now then…” Manipulating the marionette bar, the figure moved Trixie so her thickly padded rump was facing the crowd. “Show the audience just how much of a big baby you really are!”

In that moment, Trixie felt a stirring in her bladder, once that made her tremble. No, anything but that! Against her will, Trixie began to helplessly flood her diaper, the buttons on the onesie stretching to containing the quickly expanding diaper and she continued to relieve herself for several agonizingly long moments. Eventually, the diaper could take no more as a steady stream began to flow down Trixie’s legs, dripping into a yellow puddle beneath her.

“Gaze in amazement at the ‘Pathetic’ and ‘Soggy’ Trixie!” The figure announced to the crowd.

That was the final straw for the crowd, as a wave of mocking laughter washed over Trixie. Tears came to her eyes as she openly bawled like a baby, her embarrassment visible for all to see.

Lost in her shame, Trixie failed to notice a midnight blue mare weaving through the crowd. As she reached the stage, the mare lit her horn and muttered a single word over the laughter of the crowd;

“Awaken.”

In that moment, the strings holding Trixie up snapped, sending her falling into a deep pit before her vision filled with a blinding light.

Snapping awake with a gasp, Trixie panted as she stared up at her ceiling, the memory of the dream slowly fading from memory. She breathed a sigh of relief at the comfort of being back in her wagon. “Just a dream it was all a dream…”

As she rolled over to go back to sleep, a slight crinkle reached her ears, causing her to shoot up in bed and yank the covers off. To her horror, the diaper she’d put on before bed was now noticeably bulker, a yellow tint visible on the front. Just like she’d done nearly every night for weeks, Trixie had wet the bed.

Luckily, her diaper had held up better than the one in her dream, keeping the sheets nice and dry. That did little to comfort the mare, however, as she began to beat her hooves against the bed in frustration, resembling a toddler throwing a temper tantrum all too well.

Eventually, Trixie wore herself out with her little temper tantrum, too tied even to change herself into a clean diaper. For the second time that night, Trixie muttered to herself, “Stupid diapers…”