Hay Belly Syndrome!

Timidthy's POV

I have to admit, doing all of mother’s work was exhausting and I really should’ve quit the first day. But I was too stubborn…..not mention nice….so I couldn’t just go back on my word.

But now I realize I shouldn’t have even agreed to do it at all.

Me and Watch Dog we’re on our way to one of the first of many ceremonies and other things I had to go to. I had a forced smile on my face to hide the discomfort and pain I felt. But that didn’t stop whimpering’s escaping from my throat. And I knew, by the way Watch Dog was looking at me, he could hear the pain in my whimpers. But he didn’t have time as we both saw sewing with a big, long ribbon tied across it.

A huge crowd of ponies stood as Watch Dog stopped and I moved forward. Once I was right in the middle of the ribbon I faced the crowd, stifling my whimpers, and making my smile bigger. The crowd looked a bit confused, as most of them had been expecting my mother. But they we’re still all happy to see me, a female unicorn with minty-green fur, blue eyes, pink hair, and a yarn ball as a cutiemark walked up next to me and handed me a microphone. I levitated it in my grasp trying my best to keep my legs from shaking.

I cleared my throat and put the microphone a good distance from my mouth.

“Hello everypony, I know most of you we’re expecting my mother. But…..an unexpected problem rose up but it’s nothing serious. And she will be back soon. But enough about my mother, this is about Needle Thread shop. She’s been wanting to open this shop in Canterlot ever since she was a filly. And now her dream is coming true, and I hope, all of you will come and see what she can do. Miss Needle, would you like to say some words.” I said trying to keep my voice steady, I then handed the mare beside me the microphone.

“I have to say this is a splendid experience. Not only am I opening my shop but even the Prince of Therapy realizes how important this is to me. And graciously came here as a fallback for his mother, I can’t really you how happy this makes me. And I hope all of you and the royal family alike come to my shop. Now, Prince Timidthy. Are you ready to cut the ribbon?” Needle Thread said, and I’ll admit I blushed at the complements she gave me.

“Of course.” I said, as Needle Thread was now levitating some scissors towards me. I took them in my magical grasp and turned around getting ready to cut the ribbon. But before I could cut the ribbon……I farted…..the crowd, and Needle Thread started laughing slightly. As my face went red, I remember feeling so humiliated. But I forced back my tears, and my urge to run away from everything.

I whirled to face to crowd as I smiled sheepishly,

“So—Sorry. Excuse me.” I said as loud as I could. Needle Thread ruffled my mane,

“Oh your so precious Prince. But it’s alright, happens to the best of us. Now let’s cut this ribbon.” She said, and the crowd murmured in agreement. I honestly couldn’t tell ya how relieved I was that everypony was okay with me, unintentionally, passing gas. I then turned back around and hurriedly cut the ribbon. And everypony cheered as Needle Thread got me in a hug as the photographer ponies took a picture of me and her, again forcing a smile.

When I got from the first ceremony, I found it very hard to stay still. Watch Dog glared at me as he took me to the side away from ponies. Once we we’re away Watch Dog gave me a stern look,

“Timidthy, did you lie when you said you didn’t have to go?” He said. I blushed, and looked around I then started crying as I still held in my business.

“Yes! Yes! Yes I did! It hurts so much! And live never felt more humiliated! Please let me go! I know I lied but I can’t hold it much longer!” I sobbed, Watch Dog have me a sympathetic look.

“I would, but I can’t. We can’t miss these ceremonies and all the other things. I promise that when this is over you can head to the little colts room, okay?” He said, I whimpered as my legs shook.

“O—Okay.” I said in defeat.

And at this point I had forced my brain to focus on holding my business. While simultaneously focusing on the ceremonies and other things I had to do. And it hurt like….well excuse my language…..but it hurt like hell!

By the time we we’re done with everything the sun had already set, and Watch Dog and I we’re walking home. I kept my pace at w brisk trot as I was crying, my stomach hurt, my bowels burned, and my bladder felt ready to burst. I was honestly surprised as myself for being able to keep this up, Watch Dog looked at me with concern.

“Timidthy, are you sure you don’t want to stop by one of restrooms around here?” He asked me, I shook my head no.

“I—I can d—do it. I—I just—” I said, before I felt my bladder give out slightly. I yelped and moved a hoof down to my groin, stopping the flow. I looked back up to Watch Dog who had a look of fear and concern.

“Come on Timidthy. We need to get you home, now.” He said, before grabbing my hoof clutching my groin. And galloping as fast as he could without dragging me across Canterlot. I tried my best to keep up with Watch Dog my bladder giving small spirits of urine as we moved.

“Watch Dog, please stop! I won’t make it!” I said,

“No! Your gonna make it! Just hold it in a bit longer!” Watch Dog said, and as I heard the determination in his voice it gave me renewed strength to keep going. But as we kept going my holding muscles became weaker and I had to focus more on them to keep myself from having an accident. So Watch Dog resorted to putting me on his back and galloping to the castle. I groaned as I wrapped a hoof around his neck and used the other to clutch my groin once more.

“Wa—Watch Dog. I—It really hurts.” I whimpered, and in response Watch Dog paled slightly and sped up his gallop.

We got to the castle in no time as Watch Dog slowed his pace down getting to the door.

“Timidthy I need you to act like your sleeping okay?” He said, and I nodded knowing that he didn’t want the other castle staff to worry. I then tried to make my body go limo as I closed my eyes and forced a small smile. Once Watch Dog was sure I looked convincing he trotted into the castle. Keeping a reasonably fast indoor trot, I peeked for a minute and saw my room door was close. I felt tears of joy spring to my eyes, but I soon had to close them as I heard hoof steps come towards me and Watch Dog.

“Aww! The poor thing is all tired out!” I heard what could only be one of the maids,

“Yeah, which is why I better him to bed.” Watch Dog said sounding a bit nervous.

“Aww! But the little guy is so sweet. I’ve only ever seen him extremely anxious, with his friends, or heading to Canterlot mental hospital. I’ve never seen him so cute!” Another maid said, and my cheeks flushed red.

“I know, but I should really get Timidthy to bed. You can see him in the morning.” Watch Dog said quickly, and before any of the maids could say a word. Watch Dog walked into my room and shut the door. And as soon as the door shut my eyes shot open and I began sobbing. Watch Dog galloped over to my restroom, and helped me to the door. He then opened the door and I hurried inside.

When I got out of the little colts room I was completely worn out.

“Timidthy are you alright?” Watch Dog said, and I have a tired nod as I flopped onto my bed.

“I…..I’m fine. I just want to go to sleep.” I said, but before I could even shut my eye’s a knock came to my front door.

“Oh Timidthy! It’s me your sweet angel! I’ll be in the dinning room ready for our date!” Sweet Dreams voice came through the door, I groaned remembering I had a date and a reservation. At one of the newest and fanciest restaurant in Canterlot: Le Petite. I got myself up and immediately went to my closet.

“Timidthy you can’t be serious! Your exhausted! You need to cancel!” Watch Dog said sounding very concerned,

“I—I can’t. I…..promised. I—I’ll be fine, I just need to push through it.” I said, picking out one of my fanciest suits. I then placed it on my bed and walked over to my restroom once more. But before I could enter I felt Watch Dog’s worried gaze on me.

“Don’t worry I’m fine.” I said, before opening the door and walking through.

And in retrospect I should’ve just canceled the date.