The Worst

Mornings were the worst.

Adagio was used to sleeping in, to easing herself into getting out of bed sometime around noon. Most days, she could put off getting dressed and going out until at least three in the afternoon. Her routine was so lax that she’d forgotten what it felt like to feel tired.

But not anymore.

That life had been ripped away from her, and now here she was at the ungodly hour of 10 am on a Monday, learning about useless stuff like trigonometry. Morons and plebeians surrounded her on all sides, and a combination of the two stood at the front of the class, lecturing them all. It was misery. Tiring misery.

She stifled a yawn as her pencil slowly wrapped lines of graphite around her paper. She was exhausted. Way too much so to even think about taking notes; she was just letting her pencil aimlessly glide around the page. Screw taking notes. Screw trying at this stupid, useless school. Every second they were hear was either a waste of time or another chance to be humiliated in public.

Without thinking, Adagio attempted to cross her legs.

crinkle.

The small noise shot like a bullet through the room. Adagio froze, tensing with fear. Her eyes darted about, but no one was looking at her. Most were focused on Ms. Cheerilee dispensing problems to solve. It didn’t seem like anyone had heard.

Barely relieved, Adagio returned to spreading her legs. It was so awkward, not how she liked to sit at all. But the glorified pillow between her legs wasn’t having it any other way right now, lest she want to risk someone discovering it.

But, if nothing else, the cushion of padding made sitting in the rigid chairs of Canterlot High a little more bearable. It was surprising, but her diaper was good for something at least.

“Adagio.” Ms. Cheerilee tapped the board. “Why don’t you try solving this problem for us?”

Uggh. She really didn't want to. She was barely awake as is, and even if she had been she didn’t even know what unit they were on. This wasn’t going to go well.

Still, Ms. Cheerilee hadn’t made it sound like a request. Fighting back a groan, Adagio got up from her desk.

She had to be incredibly careful walking to the board. Her legs had to be spread to keep her diaper as silent as possible, but if she waddled that would be a dead give-away something was up. Forced into a slow, hopefully not too awkward walk, Adagio reached the white board and snatched the offered marker from Ms. Cheerilee. She looked at the problem she’d been called on to solve.

The board was a soup of words. Numbers, shapes, graphs, and for some reason letters, all mixed before her to create visual mush. Adagio bit her lip, suddenly very self conscious. Were all the other kids in the class supposed to know what any of this meant? Between her lack of understanding and the diaper her panties were struggling to hide, Adagio suddenly felt very childish.

She shook her head. Whatever. It wasn’t her fault math was stupid. She’d just scribble something down, be told she was wrong, and go back to her seat. No harm done. She touched the marker to the board.

And her stomach gurgled.

Adagio’s eyes widened at a mounting pressure in her hips. She knew this feeling. Oh stars, no!

Pffffrrrbbbtttt!

A noisy fart ripped through the silent classroom. Giggles erupted from the teens behind her, but Adagio was too terrified to be embarrassed.

“Bathroom break!” she yelled, tossing the marker back to her teacher before sprinting for the door.

“Wha— Adagio!” Ms. Cheerilee called after her.

But Adagio didn’t stop. The laughter covered up her crinkly diaper as she beelined out the door.

No. No. No. No! No! NO! Her thoughts screamed. She begged, pleaded, willed her body not to go, but it didn’t seem like it understood.

Pffrrrbbbrrfffbbttt!

Another loud fart, but at least this one disappeared into the empty void of the hallway.

Adagio ran, ignoring her crinkling diaper as she forced her legs together to avoid waddling. The padding bunched up against her in all the wrong ways, but she gritted her teeth and kept moving.

If I can just make it to the bathroom… she thought. Surely she had enough time. It was just on the other end of the hallway. She could make that.

“Come oooon!” Her forehead was sweating. She could feel her bowels pushing, despite her pleas for them to stop. Why wouldn’t they listen to her? “Nooooo!”

Halfway down the hall, Adagio had to stop. She threw her hands against nearby locker doors, unable to stop her butt from jutting outward in preparation. It was over.

BLOORTCH!

A hot, steaming mudslide evacuated into her padding. Wet and noisy farts harmonized with a crinkling, bulging diaper. Adagio pooped herself in school, yet again.

Warm mush hit the padding, forced elsewhere by the next round. Adagio’s breakfast, or maybe last night’s dinner, really wasn’t holding back. In slammed against her padding, forcing it to sag. Not even her panties could hold it in place. When she finally finished her dirty deed, the diaper reached well down her thighs.

And then the smell hit her. Adagio gagged as the stench invaded her nose. She had to clamp it shut with her hand after only a few seconds, it was that bad. And breathing through her mouth was even worse; it was like she could taste it.

Her whole body shuddered, only serving to jostle the mess that was in her pampers. The hot sludge was forced to settle again, ensuring no corner of her diaper would remain clean. Adagio moaned in disgust, unable to do anything about it.

Backing away from the locker, Adagio knew she had to move. If someone saw her like this… even if they couldn’t see the diaper, they’d know. The sourly bitter smell of her mess would give her away.

She started to move, shivering as the mess squished and squashed against her. Adagio was forced to spread her legs far and toddle like a baby.

She continued her journey to the bathroom. There was nowhere else to go, really. She just hoped it was empty. Whipping out her phone, she sent a quick text to Sonata.

Second floor, south bathroom. NOW

Luckily for her, it was empty. Finally arriving, Adagio commenced her squishy waddle to the stalls of the tiny bathroom. One had a note taped on it: Out of Order. She pushed on the door anyway, only to find that it had been locked until presumably some janitor came to fix the problem. Adagio settled on the only other stall available. She threw it open and locked it behind her. Then, for good measure, she climbed on the toilet seat and crouched so no one could possibly see her.

Now she could only wait for Sonata to arrive and change her. And the slimy mess rubbing against her butt cheeks told her that it was going to be a long wait indeed.

Adagio sighed. She really need to figure out how to hold it already. Why was it so difficult for her? Apparently toddlers in this world could figure it out. Why not her?

She just sighed, and plugged her nose. The three of them only been dealing with this for the better part of a week. Surely they’d crack the code on potty training before too long.

Adagio winced. Did I seriously just think of it as potty training? Ugh, Sonata’s starting to get to me. It really didn’t help that she’d practically turned their house into a nursery with all the garbage she’d brought home. Seriously, what had she been thinking?

SLAM!

Adagio jolted as the door to the bathroom was thrown open. Someone was here, and by the sound of it, desperate.

Shoes scrambled across the tiled floor. The out of order stall was tried, but didn’t budge. The girl moved in front of Adagio’s stall, making her heart skip a beat. She caught sight of some familiar looking shoes as the locked door was jostled.

“Come on!” A familiar voice.

Aria? Adagio realized.

“Open up before I— Arrgh!” Her fellow Siren doubled over outside, crouching as she started to—

BLOOORTCH!

Aria pooped herself. Adagio didn’t have to see it to know. The Siren’s cries of distress and grunting were pretty good clues. But the dead given away was the messy farts as a mudslide crinkled and squished her padding.

“Come on!” Aria groaned over the sound of her accident. She banged against the bathroom door, but the blows were marked with defeat. It was too late for her to do anything aside from filling up her pampers with brown sludge. Adagio might’ve felt bad for her, but she wasn’t in a position to spare pity. Her own diaper was brimming with warm mush to rival Aria’s.

“Dammit!” Aria screamed, her mess finally settling.

Adagio winced. They did not need anybody wandering around outside to get curious. Even though she didn’t want to, she dropped her feet to the floor and unlocked the stall.

“Keep it down,” she hissed at Aria, cracking open the door. “Or do you want to be caught looking like that?”

“What the—” Aria was taken aback, before slamming her fist against the door. “Adagio?! Are you kidding me? I was almost home free you jerk!”

“Yeah right,” Adagio groaned. “As if you would’ve made it in time.”

“You know what—” Aria push the door open. Adagio fell back, landing on the toilet seat and squishing into her messy diaper. “—I’ve had it up to here with… you…”

Aria paused, now able to see up Adagio’s skirt. The brown padding strained to be seen past her panties, and Aria definitely saw it. But instead of snickering, her eyes narrowed. “What? So just because you crapped yourself like a baby, you just had to make me do it too?”

Adagio leapt up from her seat, face burning. “Hey, I was here first! Find your own stall.”

“This is the only stall, idiot!” Aria grumbled, jamming a finger in her face.

Adagio grabbed her wrist and clenched her teeth. “Watch it.”

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom swung open again. Both Adagio and Aria stiffened in fear. Someone else was here.

Mutual fear forced the girls to drop their bickering. The only thought on their minds was escaping humiliation right now.

Aria darted into the stall and slammed the door closed behind. Already they were doomed. Whoever just walked in surely heard that.

Adagio wanted to call her out on it, but she was too busy falling back down on the toilet seat. Their stall wasn’t big enough for two, and Aria’s presence already wasn’t helping

She cringed, feeling the slimy mess squish beneath her, exploring her inner thighs as it was pushed around. It made her want to scream, but Adagio held back for now. Instead, she raised her legs to keep them out of sight.

“Aria!” she whisper-hissed, nudging her head at the girl’s exposed feet.

Footsteps could be heard, getting closer and closer. There was no time. Adagio grabbed Aria and pulled her down. The messy seat of her diaper made contact with Adagio’s lap.

squish squish squish

Both girls cringed for different, yet similar reasons. Aria especially looked like she wanted to scream. But they couldn’t. Because no matter how crappy their current situation was, being found out would be so, so much worse. So they lifted their legs up and out of view, making it look like nobody was in the stall. They could only hope whoever was there just assumed the putrid stench was from a backed up toilet.

The footsteps continued, inching closer and closer to their stall. Aria held her breath. Adagio felt a cold sweat running down her back. The feeling of Aria’s warm diaper mushing itself against her bare lap made her shiver. Her own diaper, squishing deeper under the combined weight of two girls, led her to bite her tongue.

The girl who just entered finally stopped moving. Everything was still for a moment. Quiet. What on Earth is she doing?

The footsteps walked around the bathroom a bit, making a full circle. Then, mercifully, the girl left without even checking the stalls.

When the door slammed closed, Adagio and Aria could breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank god,” Aria breathed a sigh of relief, dropping her legs.

“You can say that again.” They had dodged one heck of a bullet right then.

“So what happened? You crap yourself in class again?” Aria poked.

Adagio found her jaw clenching. Where’d Aria get off on saying something like that? “You know what, I don’t even know why I bothered saving your filthy butt. And get off of me already.” She pushed her up.

“Hey, I didn’t ask for your help,” Aria retorted.

“Well I wasn’t going to let you get caught. We were in it together.”

Aria scoffed. “You sure don’t act like it.”

Adagio stood. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Aria narrowed her eyes, looking very much like she was considering something. But she shrugged instead. “Forget it.” She moved to open the stall door.

“Hey!” Adagio grabbed her wrist. “Don’t walk away from me.”

Aria tugged at the hold, but didn’t have the room to put her full strength behind it. “Ugh. I didn’t ask for this alright? I don’t want to be stuck in a bathroom stall with you, wearing a—” She caught herself, realizing her voice was rising. “—a dirty diaper,” she finished, much more softly.

“I didn’t either.” Adagio dropped Aria’s wrist. “You think this is where I wanted us to end up?”

The smell of their diapers forced Aria to wrinkle her nose. “Doubt it.”

“So stop acting like this is my fault.”

“Hey, you’re the leader, alright? That’s the job you took. So when things go wrong—when we end up like this—I don’t see how it’s my fault.” Aria crossed her arms.

“I’m the leader?” Adagio snorted. “Feel free to act like it. Anytime, really.”

“You know full well if I’d sung lead at the Battle of the Bands we wouldn’t be stuck like this right now!” Aria shouted. They both froze, but nobody came into the bathroom to see what the commotion was about. They were still safe.

“So that’s what this is about.”

“Can it,” Aria grumbled. “It’s not like we can sing anymore anyway, so what does it matter?”

Adagio touched her throat, right where her gem used to be. She hadn’t even tried singing since that night. The results were just too… displeasing.

Aria had been dealing with all the same problems she had. Neither of them had had it easy lately. And flinging barbs back and forth wasn’t exactly relieving tension, just passing it back and forth like a hot potato. But for all the struggles Adagio was going through, at least she’d been able to sing lead whenever she’d wanted. Now Aria would never get the chance.

“I don’t want to go through this every time one of us needs a change.” Adagio offered her hand. “Can we call a truce?”

With a frown, Aria stared at the hand. It was clear she was still angry—she was Aria for crying out loud—but she also knew this was the closest a Siren could bring herself to a real apology.

“Truce.” She shook it.

bzzzz

Adagio felt a hum in her pocket. Pulling out her phone, she saw a new text message.

There was no one in the bathroom! Where are you?!?

Exasperated, Adagio let her arms drop her her side. She looked to the ceiling and groaned. “Sonata…”