"That's About the Last Place You'd Want to Close"
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Extreme Measures

"That's About the Last Place You'd Want to Close"

Sign paperwork. Write, stamp and sign internal newsletters. Do a game of joints between the teachers' timeslots whenever the need arose. Deal with troublesome students.

One couldn't say that the job of a Principal was action-packed, but it was one that required well thought out actions... or merely threatening presence and token effort. And Principal Cinch was part of the second category, despite all the claims of the opposite.

"Plenary School Assembly on the 13rd..." She whispered to herself as she pressed the rather large square stamp onto the inked sponge before pressing it on the petition. "Denied!"

She put the petition onto the pile of newsletters to be circulated around school before slowly and carefully positioning the stamp back onto the tiny wooden rack on her desk and closing the inked sponge's silvery case with a click. She then briefly looked up at the giant framed photo of a former president of the nation, frowning a little, before going back to sign down papers.

Soon enough, there was a knock on the door. Principal Cinch slowly rose her head and looked at the door.

"Who needs me now?" She asked, putting the pen back into the silvery penholder, and adjusting her tie slightly.

"Madam Abacus Cinch, I am extremely contrite if I am disturbing you while you are absolving to any important task you are doing," A male voice said from outside the door. "I request you to follow me, for something grave has happened."

Principal Cinch let out a sigh as she got up from her padded office chair. "I pray it is important, Enrique." She said, while opening the door, revealing the old light brown man in a black-and-gray suit holding his right hand behind his back and the other one in front of his chest.

"I ask you to follow me." Enrique said, turning around in the corridor to the right.

"So, what is it exactly?" Principal Cinch asked, while holding her hands behind her back and inflating her chest a little. "Is the Pants gene is revealing itself in Fancy? Or is it a matter of improper usage of school equipment from other sources?"

He shook his head, as he made a turn to the right.

"No, thought you may soon wish it was so," Unique said. "Pupils that I have authorized to take a leave for the lavatory have denounced a smell of hemp inside the bathrooms, suggesting usage of recreational drugs in the premises."

Principal Cinch let out another sigh.

"That is not the first time. I pray that they know how to outsmart anti-drug dogs," she muttered, just as her nose picked up a faint smell of the aforementioned drug coming from a close location on her right.

Enrique confirmed Cinch’s intuition by pointing the same way and stating “This way madam Cinch Abacus.”

As the two walked forward, the smell hit Principal Cinch’s nostrils increasingly stronger, arriving at its smelly peak once she and Enrique were at the men’s bathroom door. Principal Cinch bent forward on the handle, wiggling her fingers on it for a few moments.

“One, two, three…” She rapidly pulled the handle down and swung the door inwards. “Ah!”

Her shout echoed in the empty bathrooms, as a noxious smoke quickly flow out of the door into the hallways, causing Principal Cinch to bend over and cough.

“I feel that there has been massive consumption of refined tobacco products inside,” she said, quickly moving away from the door. “And, considering the amount of smoke, I am afraid this is not the only place where tobacco smoking, and, considered the scent, likely consumption of less legal substances- has happened in these premises.”

She glanced on the floor’s bathroom, seeing several used condoms lying just next a waste bin.

“And some may have mistaken this place as a house of ill repute.” Principal Cinch said between the coughs. “But at least they seem to remember the lessons taught in their oh-so-yearned Sex Education course.”

“I take you wish to see the other lavatories of this floor,” Enrique said, bowing down his head before rapidly stepping away towards the women’s bathroom of the same floor, followed behind by Cinch.

Soon after Enrique and Principal Cinch arrived at the aforementioned bathroom. There- thanks to the open door- they could see five girls forming a knot next to the sinks. Principal Cinch moved her left palm towards Enrique to silently tell him to wait outside. Principal Cinch breathed deeply, then stepped forward, faking a cough.

“Oh, what do we have here?” She said, holding her hands behind her back and inflating her chest to maximize the effect. “Five students standing idle in the bathrooms? I hope they are not from the same class, at very least.”

The five quickly broke up their knot. One of them, a short pink girl with shocking blue long hair, answered with an awkward grin and a shrug.

“Well, actually, me and other two are from the same class,” she pointed at two girls next to her. “Pretty sure that the others are too.”

The other four immediately glared at the pink girl, while Cinch stared at her. Then she stared at the others, noticing that one of them, a yellow girl with short lilac and grey hair, was rapidly adjusting something in her skirt’s pockets. Cinch’s mind- in light of her recent meeting with drug smoke- flew a red flag.

“I see you are trying to fit something in your pocket,” Principal Cinch said, before moving her right hand’s palm forward “May I take a look at it?”

The pink girl bit her lip, as the yellow girl stared at Cinch with eyes easily comparable to the ones made by a deer that is going to be run over by a truck, as she dropped down the little objects she had tried to hide in her pockets.

Following their trajectory, Principal Cinch saw that one was a sack of raw tobacco for makeshift cigarettes, that however clearly contained something else, than just pulverized leaves of tobacco. As for the other one, it was, unmistakably, a small can of lube for sexual congresses.

Principal Cinch, barely restraining her anger, forced a grin on her face.

“That was a cute attempt…” She said, as the caught girls started to back down and whisper accusations at each other. “But I think that drastic, drastic, drastic measures must be taken!”

Closing her comment with a shout, she rapidly walked her way back to her office, ready to write down her newest newsletter.

Twilight Sparkle sighed as she set her book bag next to her desk. She had almost been late for school again, but she managed to get it in class in the nick of time by skipping her daily bathroom ritual and eating while on the run.

"I'll have a bathroom break at the second hour," she muttered to herself, as she felt her lower body already somewhat aching. "I may suffer some problems, but I think I can keep it in until then."

Very shortly after, the English teacher- a balding light gray man in a two-piece suit- entered in the classroom, dropped the register on the desk and opened it to the first page.

“Alright, who’s missing today?” He asked.

“Herculean Fatigue, Suri Polomare, Melodious Melancholy and… that’s about it, sir.” Sunny Flare said after raising her hand. The teacher scribbled on the register slowly.

“I seriously hope that Melodious Melancholy isn’t pulling off yet another strategic leave,” the teacher said. “If she happens to have done that, she must know, least she wants to flunk for insufficient frequency, that she’ll have to confront me sooner or later.”

After he did so, the teacher sighed and closed the register.

“So, the name call is done. Who’s ready for Chaucer today?” The end result was the kind of silence that was usually present only in ships sailing at night and crypts, which only increased the tension. The teacher, after a few seconds, in response to this, sighed deeply, face palmed and then opened up the register.

However, before he could actually say anything, there was a loud knock on the door, which was quickly followed by one of the janitors clad in black holding up a newsletter.

“Sorry, but this is important! Newsletters number twenty-seventh!” He shouted, bringing the teacher’s glare and all the students’ gazes onto him.

“As result of improper usage of the lavatories as smoking rooms for illicit substances and brothels from students yet to be identified,” The janitor read rather quickly “I, Principal Abacus Cinch, I give hereby the announcement that the lavatories will be inaccessible until I- and the teachers’ council- will see fit. The teachers are encouraged to form their own rounds at their own private bathrooms, lest the here present measure becomes ineffective.”

There was a loud general gasp, as the janitor then run away.

Twilight froze, feeling a tiny drop of her pee being absorbed by her panties already.

“No… no,” Twilight shook her head strongly, her bladder giving off a sudden ache, almost as remainder of her current situation. “This can’t be. Principal Cinch can’t close the bathrooms, that would be illegal and unsanitary… right?”

“Oh, well then, no bathrooms breaks. Should I call up a number the oral test?” The teacher said while he went on to write down the announcement. Twilight’s heart sank, as her illusion broke down in a million of tiny bits.

She started to breath heavily and hold her chest.

“This is not good… but you can do it… yes, you definitely can…” Twilight muttered to herself, feeling the pain in her lower body somewhat waning. “It’s just five hours, then you’ll be back home. It’s not impossible, you just have to not think about it.”

And, with that, Twilight forced herself to raise her head, shuffle in her rucksack and take out the Biology textbook. “Sure, the teacher might not like it, but it’s better than do nothing at all.” Twilight thought to herself, as she opened the book at a page she had signaled with a hair clip.

“Number four and number twenty. Who that be?” The teacher asked.

“That’d be me and Rushed Vector.” Stated Sunny Flare, as she walked next to the teacher’s desk.

After two relatively painless hours of holding pee, Twilight was starting to feel the need to go again, and, this time, it was making her cross her legs and twitch, as her eyes scanned the same paragraph several times over.

“Can I die now, ma’am?” Fancy Pants said, panting and looking at the Latin and Aramaic teacher with eyes that expressed amused frustration. The teacher let out a little giggle.

“Well, I don’t see why you shouldn’t.” she said. Fancy Pants dramatically slumped on the chair, letting out a loud groan, rolling his eyes backwards and sticking out his tongue, much to the class’ hilarity.

Twilight chuckled, but each spasm of laughter only caused her twinges of pain in her lower body.

“Go back to your seating, Fancy Pants.” The teacher said in a soothing tone. “And, with this, we’ve started our second round of interrogations, so you better get ready and study those hexameters!”

“Hopefully those verses will have the intended effect of soothe you” Fancy Pants said, as he strode back to his seat in the first row next to the classroom’s door, right in front of Twilight. “Not make you wish to tear people apart limb from limb!”

There was another laugh coming from the class, one that Twilight tried as hard as she could to contain, but in vain, as she let out strong chuckle that brought her yet another surge of lower body pains and reminded her that she was in desperate need to use the bathroom.

“Come on, it’s going to be just another few hours…” Twilight whispered to herself, biting her lip once more and pressing her right hand over her crotch, in the attempt to soothe the pain there.

The bell rang and the teacher got up. “Have a good rest of the day!” she said, walking and waving at the class, while most of the students got up and then quickly sat down to salute her. Twilight followed suit by forcing herself to do so, before slumping down again, a frolicking feeling going from her bladder to her legs and abdomen.

“This is bad…this is so bad…” Twilight muttered to herself, as her classmates chattered about while waiting for the Chemistry teacher to come. “What shall I do, oh what shall I do?”

Twilight once more put her eyes onto the book, but, by that point, trying to read about how it was pleasant to look at the sea from the shore while a storm went on wasn’t exactly helping her into not thinking about her need. Twilight browsed the book furiously to another random page, but, as soon as she stopped her browsing, the teacher entered with a clicking of soles and a screeching sound of chairs moving at the unison for let the occupants properly greet the educator that just entered in class.

She rapidly closed the book and rose up, forcing herself to ignore the pain and the feeling in her lower body and legs to get up and then quickly sit down again, just before setting her hands in the book bag, scrambling blindly for the current class’ textbook- namely Chemistry.

There was a long moment of silence as the teacher- a light blue middle-aged man with ratty and scarce black hair- put down a transparent-blue plastic folder, silently scanned the register after opening it up with a slam- one that made Twilight skip a heartbeat, expelling a few drops of hard-kept urine and giving off another surge of pain to her now-extremely uncomfortable lower body- scribbling something on it before he reared his head.

“Sir, I’d wish to come” Sunny Flare said, raising her hand and then rapidly getting up, walking towards the teacher’s desk. Soon after, Reading Layers silently got up, walked to the teacher’s desk and fixed his shirt’s neck. Meanwhile, the older man opened up the folder, pulling out several small pus yellow sheets.

“Sunny Flare, I think you still have to talk me about the first three groups of the Periodic Table,” the teacher said, as he then shuffled the papers around again. “As for you, Layers, it’s all about Alcans, amrite?”

The two students nodded. The teacher turned himself towards the two, making the chair screech on the pavement. Twilight cringed at the sound, as she felt pressure in her bladder reaching its peak. Twilight teared up somewhat, as she moved her lip deeper inside her mouth, set both her hands over her crotch, shook her legs and rapidly looked at her left and her right, cold sweat running down her wrinkled face.

“I am not going to make it!” She said in a low voice to herself, her body begging for relief already. “Oh Lord, oh Lord, what do I do, what do I do?” She muttered in panic, almost hitting her head on the desk’s surface in her squirming, the feeling of being watched by some members of the class not helping her in the slightest.

All of the sudden she felt somebody poking her shoulder rather strongly, asking with a rather concerned tone “Twilight, are you alright?”

She yelped and jumped on her seat and, suddenly, the pain in her lower body was gone, replaced by a warm and flowing feeling creeping all over her crotch and her legs, as her nether regions tingled and her lower body sent signals of relief and liberation to Twilight’s brain.

Twilight let herself briefly enjoy the sweet relief, before immediately realizing what just happened.

“No…” She whimpered, looking down at her crotch, seeing a giant dark patch on her miniskirt’s cloth and a yellow liquid trickling from the chair’s seat onto the ceramic floor below and onto her legs- which shuddered at the urine’s passage onto the skin and slowly flowing right into her shoes through the socks.

Twilight slumped her head onto the desk, her face red with shame and her heart racing beyond what she thought it was possible for her.

“Uh-hu. I guess you really had to go,” said the same voice that had provoked her accident. “Um… I think I shall inform the teacher about that.”

Twilight rapidly turned her head around to face the source of the voice, namely Gregarious Pistachio, and tell him to not do it. However, in her embarrassment, her tongue twisted and almost tried to jump into Twilight’s throat, which muffled her speech beyond any recognition, as her blush grew and tears formed in her eyes.

“Yes, Pistachio?” The teacher said, as he pointed his right open palm towards Layers to stop him.

“I think that Twilight here would really like to call home.” He said, just as Twilight’s tears started to flow down her cheeks. The teacher laid his eyes on Twilight, and so did many of the students there.

“Would that be true, Sparkle?”

Twilight gulped and nodded, as she slowly and carefully got up, revealing her soaked skirt and the puddle of urine that had formed just underneath her chair to the entire class.

She walked slowly and carefully towards the door, her pee getting uncomfortably cold on her skin and sensitive bits, her shame bringing her to walk with her head bowed, her eyes filled with tears and her lip bitten to the point of almost drawing blood from it. However, Twilight found something going somewhat well, in that nobody was making any kind of remark towards her- although she could perfectly feel the stares pointed right at her accident.

“Miss Sparkle, you are authorized to go out and phone your parents so that they may bring you a change for your uniform,” the teacher said, just as Twilight walked out of the classroom into the empty corridor of the school, with her classmates charging head-on into chapter afterwards.

Twilight set one hand on her face and one on her wet piece of uniform.

“Why did this had to happen to me? Oh God why?” She wondered to herself, as she walked towards the administration, trying her best to not think too much about the feeling of urine drying out on her skinny legs. “Nobody is going to make me live this down! Nobody!”