Mama Luna - Part 5

>You are put out of your comforting stupor by a nagging pressure in your lower belly reminding you of your bladder situation
>You estimate you have about an hour or so before it gets to the point of being serious
"Okay," you think aloud whispering, "Time to take my opportunity. Now, how can I get out of here?"
>You recall that you heard Luna's hoofsteps go to another room
>You also heard a faucet run for a few minutes and stop, so you assume she was preparing for bed herself
>You didn't hear the second click on your door either, so it shouldn't be locked, thus you could open the door and get to some tools to help you out of this
>The only thing in the way was this super tall crib gate
"I think I'll wait a little bit to make sure Luna is in bed..." you whisper to yourself
>You will use this time to think through the rest of your plan
>You also notice you have had the pacifier in your mouth this whole time, you never took it out
>Probably got too used to having it in or something, just a reflex... or lack thereof or whatever
>So you spit the pacifier off to the side and lay down to think
>15 minutes pass
>You haven't heard any activity outside of the door
>Luna must have gone to bed
>Perfect
>You get up out of the mountain of sheets and push your mitts against the crib gate
>Moving causes your bladder to ache a bit
>Better hurry this up then...
>You notice the bars are not wood
>Looks like metal... Shit
>You wouldn't be able to kick these out
>Probably not the best idea anyway, now that your think about it, since it would make a lot of noise
"Okay then... plan B..."


>You stand up and gauge your height against the crib gate
>Another uncomfortable pressure from your bladder accompanies the movement
>It is a little taller than you are, but nothing you can't climb
>Though you don't have much dexterity thanks to the mitts
>It is really the only plan that you have, though... and is the quietest you can think of
>Breakout time
>You throw your mitted hands on to the top bar of the gate, applying enough pressure to keep them steady on the curved surface
>A few slips of the hands later, you seen to find a "grip" that will let you push yourself up
>You kick up your leg to get onto the bar
>You are mostly over the bar, and...
*clack*
"Shit!"
>You miscalculated
>Your foot hits the gate top
>This jars your whole body, throwing you off balance and you lose your already unstable grip on the bar and slip
>You do your best to reposition yourself mid fall, but to no avail
>Panic caused your arms to fly out front in response to losing balance
>You fall all 8 or so feet from the top of the gate onto the floor...
*THUD*
>...and slam down, with a resounding thud, flat on your chest


>A painful pressure results in your chest from impact
>It knocked the wind right out of you
>You felt all the air rush out of you, and you try to gasp panicking for the breath you lost, but get nothing
>It is terrifying
>You also feel a bit warm
>around your... legs...
>The impact forced all your mental power to focus on catching a breath, thus rendered your already aching bladder free from your control
>And you started to pee
>You try to stop, but it just causes you to strain more to get a breath, and just makes you pee harder
>You have to just let it go, just feeling yourself get damper and damper
>So here you are... struggling for breath with an audible hissing and warmth spreading in your diaper as you wet yourself
>Tears start to form and fall from your eyes... from both the pain of the floor, the panicked feeling of no air, and the pain of losing control of yourself
>Your face pushes a frown upon itself
>Your dignity took a hard hit tonight
*click*
>The door quickly swings open
>Luna rushes in
>"Oh my stars, Anon! What happened?!?!"
>The moment she enters the room, your body finally catches it's first breath in 10 seconds
"GAAAAAAAAAASSP...!"


>You inhale deep and fast, and look right at Luna...
>Her lovingly concerned gaze set upon you and you alone
>And this is when you start to do the only thing your body will allow you to do
>Cry
>And not just tear-falling "crying"... all the pain and panic and air cause you to moan and whine along with your tears
>You sound just like a... a...
>Big baby...
>Luna sits by you, picks you up and pulls you close, cradling you in her hooves
>"Anon, did you try to get out of your crib?" Luna worriedly speaks
>You simply look up at her, through your crying , and plead innocence with your eyes
>but giver her a nod
>"Shhh... shhh... It's okay... Mommy is here now. You are okay, Anon. Just breathe..." Luna whispers
>Luna rocks you back and forth close to her
>She brushes a hoof across your forehead to console you
>You are slowly catching your breath, and your tears are drying up
>Through your calming sniffling and moaning, you stare up at her
>She simply smiles and lovingly stares back down at you
>Being her in her arms... in her care, was the most comforting thing you could think of right now
>She was warm, affectionate, and made you feel protected in this moment where you were in panic
>You roll slightly to the side and hug her close to you in appreciation
>You remember what she said earlier, so you choose your words wisely
"*sniff*... Thank you for being here, Mommy."
>Luna gives you a delighted smile
>"Of course, my little Anon! I just couldn't stand to see you hurt."


>Luna's demeanor takes a slightly more serious appearance
>"Now, Anon... you still did try to make a getaway, didn't you?"
"Y-yes... *sniff*" you nervously reply
>"Well, now we know better, don't we?"
>You nod
>Luna then got a big smile back on her face...
>"...and it seem my wittle baby had an accident."
>You notice that you had stopped peeing, and the diaper was noticeably more swollen and larger, as you could see it pushing through the pajamas
>It still felt warm and damp, though
>You blush and avert your eyes from Luna in embarrassment
>"It's okay, baby... that is why babies wear diapers, so you don't make a mess!"
>"Now I can change you..."
>You openly welcome this, as you don't want to sit in this pee-soaked diaper any longer than you have to
>"... but you did misbehave quite a bit with this little stunt. But I didn't expect you to hurt yourself either..."
>"So, you will sleep in your diaper as punishment for this, and you will get a diaper change in the morning."
"What? I have to *sniff* sleep in this?!?" you protest
>"That's right. And you didn't fully soak your diaper anyways, so if you still have to pee, do it before the morning."
>Luna lifts you back into the crib and locks the gate up again
>This time she slides another gate over the top of the crib, so now you were in a baby-themed cage
>"There, now you can't hurt yourself again."
>..."And just for good measure..."
>You feel the strap go back around your head and the pacifier pushed into your mouth, followed by another kiss on the forehead
>"Goodnight, my safe little prince... I love you."
>You mumble through the pacifier as she walks out
"I l-love you too..."