The Worst

Maybe the worst thing about their gemstones being shattered wasn’t the diapers. Because now, they had to eat school lunches.

Adagio plopped her tray down, the mystery meat jiggling from the impact. The sweaty pile of… stuff took forever to settle, her stomach growing queasier the longer she stared at it. Finally she just pushed it away, sending it vibrating all over again.

“This has to be a mistake.” Aria let goopy mashed potatoes fall from her spoon. They splattered. “I’ve barely been eating for more than a week and even I know food isn’t supposed to look like this.”

“Wouldn’t be a problem if you just let me pack a lunch for you!” Sonata held up her lunch box, giddy in her gloating. The sparkly, pink, and pony-filled design made Adagio want to barf more than her meal.

“Keep dreaming,” she snarked. She had a sneaking suspicion that if she let Sonata pack her lunch she’d end up with a bottle of formula or something. That girl wasn’t right in the head these days. If she ever had been.

“Suit yourself,” Sonata sing-songed, popping the metal latches. Adagio groaned.

She went for her milk carton, about to bring it to her lips before involuntarily curling them away. It wasn’t the drinks fault, it was fine. Adagio just hated the sensation. Eating was so… annoying. You actually had to put stuff in your mouth and go through all the effort of chewing just to grind it into a gross paste before swallowing. Not to mention her least favorite part, diaper crinkling below as if to remind her.

Perhaps it was good that her food was so disgusting. It gave her an excuse not to eat. Maybe then she could avoid using her cursed, crinkly garment until she got home. That would be a nice change of pace.

Her stomach rumbled, letting her know it disagreed with her idea very much. That empty feeling she got from hunger was just unpleasant enough to edge out her distaste for eating.

She started in on the meal, bite after hesitant bite, all the while looking for something to distract herself. Eyes wandering around the cafeteria. Scattered dirty looks greeted her, as always. The students of Canterlot High were a cowardly bunch. They could sneer at them from afar, but that was all anyone had the courage to do to the Sirens.

Her diaper crinkled under her rear and she frowned. At least, until they discovered the truth. Which could happen very soon if they weren’t careful.

“Whatever you do,” Adagio grumbled in Aria’s direction. “Do not let Rainbow come over.”

Aria glared. “How stupid do you think I am?”

“Just making sure,” Adagio bit back. With all the baby stuff Sonata kept lying around, they’d be exposed in minutes. Not to mention what would happen if they had an accident around their project partners.

She groaned. Why couldn’t Mr. Sombra just let them work alone? By the seas, they’d lived through most of this world’s history. His class was redundant to them at best.

“And you make sure Sunset doesn’t get within fifty feet of me,” Aria said.

Like Adagio needed a reminder. There was no love in any of the Siren’s hearts for the ringleader of the Rainbooms.

“How are you going to… you know… when you have to work with them?” Sonata asked. “Do you need me to tag along in case—”

“No!” Both girls chorused. Sonata would all but guarantee their discovery.

“Hmm…” She scratched her chin, in about as deep a thought as she could be in. “Then we really need to get serious about potty training.”

Aria slammed her fist on the table, food jumping. “Don’t say that out loud! Great seas, you’re the worst, Sonata.”

“Am not!” Sonata stuck her tongue out. “Don’t take it out on me that you’re gonna poop yourself in front of Rainbow Dash.”

“I’m not—” Hissss. Aria’s face lurched. Her hands descended to grab her skirt, and push it further down to hide her shame. It was almost cruel how inopportune her timing was.

“Uh oh…” Sonata tsked. “I knew those dry pamps wouldn’t last.”

“Shut it,” Aria mumbled.

“Come on,” Sonata stood up, so easily taking control of the situation. “Let’s go get you changed.”

Aria struggled to stand, a delicate hiss giving away the fact that she was still wetting her diaper. Her head lowered, hair covering her eyes. Sonata grabbed her backpack, the handful of diapers inside crinkling as she dragged it along. She grabbed Aria’s hand to lead her forward, but the other girl ripped her arm away. Sonata didn’t try again.

They shuffled off. Aria kept her gait spread as wide as she dared, compromising between waddling and touching the pee that was coating her inner thighs. Already, the stench of urine was wafting into Adagio’s nose, spoiling what remained of her appetite.

She fanned the fumes with a hand as her fellow Sirens disappeared from the cafeteria. Now she was left alone to deal with ugly glances and subpar meals.

Adagio poked at her food for a bit, mostly just hoping she didn’t have an accident herself. She didn’t feel like she had to go… but then, she never did. What was that feeling even supposed to be?

As much as it pained her to admit it, Sonata was right. They really had to get serious about getting potty trained. She’d been planning to start this weekend, but maybe they could do something sooner. Maybe after detention tonight? Assuming they didn’t have to sneak back into the school again for whatever dumb reason.

“Erhem.”

Adagio snapped back to Earth, scowling before she even knew who interrupted her. When she saw Sunset standing across the table, her scowl deepened.

“Look, like it or not, we have to work together,” Sunset started. “So let’s just—”

And that was where Adagio tuned out. She already couldn’t stand Sunset, but this was doing her no favors. How much of a coward is she? Waiting until Adagio was alone before ambushing her like this… It was pathetic.

“—how does that sound?” Sunset asked.

Adagio crushed her milk carton in her fingers. A white explosion launched milk all over her table. Sunset flinched. As expected, no backbone.

“Will you just piss off already?” she growled.

Sunset recovered, frowning through tightened lips. “No.”

Adagio glared.

“Look,” Sunset said. “I know what you must be going through.”

Oh I doubt that, Adagio thought. Her diaper felt tight around her waist.

“You’re alone… and it feels like everyone’s against you. I’ve been there too. But it doesn’t have to stay that way.” Sunset offered her hand. “We could be friends, you know?”

Adagio flicked her hand, spraying Sunset’s face with residual milk. “No.”

Frustration finally creased Sunset’s forehead. She wiped her face with a huff. “Fine. Be angry at the world then. I’ve been there too, and it isn’t all that fun.”

“Oh, I’m having a blast.” Adagio was about to lean back, but her diaper crinkled. Her heart skipped a beat, but luckily Sunset didn’t seem to catch it.

“Well, enjoy it, I guess.” She sighed. “And we still have a project to do. You can meet me in the library after school.”

“Oh, I’ve got somewhere to be.” Adagio crossed her arms. “So, unless you’d like to join me in detention…”

“I can wait.” Sunset smirked. “I’m not failing on account of you. Figured you three would care more about your grades all things considered. I doubt you want to end up getting held back.”

Now Adagio scowled. Flunking wasn’t even a concern she’d had before. But it was true. If they ended up repeating grades, they’d be stuck with the Principal/Vice-Principal combo from Tartarus for an extra year.

Sunset had really called her bluff on this one. Adagio either showed up, or risked falling behind in class. She couldn’t afford to go down that slippery slope. “Fine!”

“Five-thirty,” Sunset walked off. She pointed back to Adagio before rejoining her friends. “Don’t be late.”

Adagio matched Sunset’s finger with one of her own, albeit a much ruder one. She smirked as the pony-girl fumed her way back around. Simple pleasures.

“Oh no!”

Adagio turned to see Sonata was back, with Aria behind her, tugging at her skirt. Sonata pointed at the mess on the table, as milk dripped from tray to seat to floor.

“Dagi, that’s a really big mess,” Sonata put her hands on her hips. What did she think she was, a mother?

“So?” Adagio wiped her hand on her skirt.

Sonata rolled her eyes. “You know… if you just let me bottlefeed you your milk we wouldn’t have accidents like this.”

“Not on your life.”

“Aww.”