Blackmail's For Babies

Finishing her lunch proved to be less aggravating than Twilight had expected. To her great relief, Top Line and Trust Fund had stopped making snide comments - Either they were out of mean things to say or they were just holding back. Whatever the reason, though, they were content to smirk and giggle whenever Twilight took a drink of the milk they provided.

As was surely their plan, by the time Twilight had drank both cartons of milk and the water she’d already started on, she felt water-logged and uncomfortable. Used to drinking two-percent milk or skim, the whole milk also tasted chalky and thick, adding to the list of subtle discomforts she was getting used to.

The school day only dragged on from there. With three ponies to antagonize her and escort her from class to class, Twilight never had a moment to slip away to the bathroom or get out of the stupid, soggy diaper that - to her increasing surprise - none of the other schoolponies had noticed yet. Or, if they had noticed, the entire class of elementary school ponies had all just unanimously decided not to tease the nerdy bookworm for wearing a wet diaper at school.

Yeah, nopony’s noticed yet.

She supposed that she just didn’t draw that much attention to herself on a normal day, not really going out of her way to talk to anypony or really do anything that wasn’t related to the curriculum, so it made sense that anypony not specifically looking for a victim to antagonize would just overlook her, but Twilight was nonetheless sure that somepony was bound to notice.

Even with three beverages inside her, she was able to keep her bladder mostly contained as her classes went by - It was only three hours from the end of lunch to the end of the school day, after all. Top Line was disappointed that Twilight’s diaper hadn’t leaked by the end of Practical Magic, and made a few subtly threatening comments implying that she would be in trouble if she managed to hold it until she got home, but Twilight tried not to think about that for the time being. There was definitely a bit of pressure building in her bladder, reminding her that a repeat performance of her accident that morning wasn’t out of the question, but that didn’t matter, Twilight had a second problem.

Or, rather, Twilight had a #2 problem. She’d had more than her share of pizza the night before, and apparently it wasn’t agreeing with her, because as the afternoon went by, her intestines started to churn, and pressure in her bowels started building at an alarming rate. She had it under control, of course - She wasn’t sick or anything, and anypony could keep from crapping themselves for just a couple hours, but the speed at which the need to go had built left her concerned nonetheless.

With only one class to go - History, as it happened - Twilight was thinking that she just might be able to get through the day without being totally humiliated. As it happened, her class was shared by both Top Line and Trust Fund, meaning they were flanking her on the way to the door, but having two bullies around her at all times wasn’t much different than having one.

Top line leaned in to Twilight and said, “We’re meeting Obsequity in the library after class. Keep hoofing the line and you’ll get your doll. Do anything stupid, it won’t end so nice for you.”

Twilight nodded meekly, not trusting herself to even reply for fear that she might say something which would set Top Line off.

“Heh,” Trust Fund commented, grinning as she pushed open the class door. “You’re a lot more fun when you’re terrified, it’s way better than having you be all know-it-all and hogging the teacher’s attention. Maybe you’re learning.”

Twilight again replaced a real response with a vague shrug of her shoulders, waddling into class and making her way to a desk near the back of the room. She was briefly worried that Top Line would make her sit near the front, but to her surprise, no such instructions came and she was allowed to sit in the back. Her diaper had grown cold, so when she sat down she shivered a little at the clammy, squishy feeling, but since a warm feeling in her diaper had such unfortunate implications, she was okay with it staying cold for the time being. Top Line sat down on her right and Trust Fund did the same on her left, leaving her pretty well surrounded.

I just have to make it an hour, then I’ll have Smarty Pants back and we can go home, Twilight reminded herself. No problem. Just an hour. Easy.

As the teacher started talking, though, a cramp tugged at her bowels as an uncomfortable reminder that a whole hour just might be pushing it. Either way -

She was distracted from her thoughts by a notecard floating into her lap. Looking down, she saw a white glow of magic around it: The note was from Top Line. Glancing up to make sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention - She was writing on the chalkboard, back to the class - Twilight unfolded the note and read it.

‘You should thank us for letting you sit back here. If your really lucky, nopony will notice your accident.’

Twilight frowned at the note, glancing up at the teacher to confirm that she could write a quick reply without getting in trouble. Jotting down a quick note, she passed it back to Top Line.

‘I’m not going to have another accident, I don’t need to pee. Jerk.

Also: You’re*.’

A few moments went by, both of them looking around innocently as the teacher scanned the class for troublemakers before returning to the chalkboard, then another note was passed back to Twilight.

‘I never said you’d get a choice. And ‘Jerk’? Ooh, you’re so smart and clever.’

Twilight read the note, then jotted her own down and passed it back.

‘You can’t make me pee myself. And as long as I stay sitting here after class, you can’t make me trip or pull off my skirt or anything. Stupid jerk.”

This time, a few minutes had to go by before Top Line could pass back a note. Their teacher was trying to get the class more active, asking questions and looking for raised hands, so they had to wait for him to inevitably give up and return to lecturing before Top Line could reply. As those minutes went by, Twilight had to squirm uncomfortably at her desk, trying to think of a way to relieve of a bit of the pressure on her bowels shy of actually running off to a bathroom.

Finally, another note came:

‘Who said anything about peeing yourself? I thought for sure you’d notice that your milk tasted funny, but I guess TF was right, you really are pretty dumb.’

Twilight frowned at the note, confused for a moment, until a wad of paper hit her from the other side. Grabbing it, she uncrumpled a drawing from Trust Fund. As with all the others, it was a cartoony depiction of Twilight. She was drawn sobbing on the ground, sitting with her hind legs splayed so that her diaper was extremely visible. A bottle was drawn on the ground next to her, with the word ‘LAX’ drawn in block letters, and big stink lines were coming off of Twilight.

As she stared at the drawing with a mix of realization and horror, Twilight had one specific question come to mind.

How long has she had a brown crayon with her?