//------------------------------// // Uscita di Classe e di Testa // Story: Ab Initio-From the Start-Al Principio. // by Daxn //------------------------------// Twilight was done with the explanation, she, along with the rest of the foals, followed the teacher back into the classroom. Or, supposedly, back in the class, because Nutriz and Lux didn't pass through the same aisles they did for getting to the bathroom and the changing room, and walked towards the entrance hall instead. "Where are we going?" Twilight whispered to herself "This isn’t the way to the class, so why we are going this way? Maybe they got distracted for a moment? Maybe..." Twilight walked towards the teachers, trying to overtake the long line of foals and talk with either Lux or Nutriz. However, as soon as the class was in the entrance hall, Lux and Nutriz stopped the line from walking further. Lux gave to the foals the order to stand up and wait for some time while she was away, while Nutriz remained there for enforcing the order. At this sight, a thought flashed in Twilight's mind, as she also stopped, and looked around her. "Hold on. Maybe they are doing this on purpose. Maybe they want to bring the foals outside..." Lux returned with a bundle of keys in her magical grip. "Follow me, we are going into the yard!" A collective cheer, hushed with struggle by Lux, came from the foals. Twilight backed slightly at the noise, before reassembling herself and, for some reasons that eluded Twilight, feeling almost sharing in the simple joy of the fillies and colts. When the calm was re-established, the line resumed walking, albeit with less organized and more trembling, if not bouncing, feeling to it, and Twilight, albeit not completely willingly, followed suit. A sense of worry grew in her mind. A part of her mind, with its hissing voice, asked fearfully, "Are you losing your mind? Are you..." Twilight mentally gulped, "regressing?" Twilight's rationality was fast into answering. "Nah, you’re just feeling in touch with your classmates, which is a pretty good thing, all things considered. After all, if you were really regressing, would you really sense that? The sole fact you still exist to worry about regression is an indicator that there is no need to worry about that." The other part was silenced by the statement, and let Twilight feel whatever she wanted to feel at the moment. After some walking in the hallways, Lux reached a green door placed at the end of a short aisle near the secondary entrance. There, she took one of the keys, put it in the keyhole, rotated, and unlocked it. All while Nutriz struggled into keeping the foals from making too much noise. Then Lux opened the door, revealing what was behind. Namely, a marsh of a garden, with several playground equipments present: jungle gyms, see-saws, small carousels, swings, bestie molleggiate... you named it, it was almost sure it was there. "Uh, I didn't see that," said Twilight to herself, while looking at the playground. "Guess I wasn't paying too much attention the first time around." Meanwhile, the foals rushed in the garden as a flooding creek. Twilight inserted herself in the flow. Time fled fast, and, finally, after one hour of games outside, the day was over. Twilight saluted her little friends and walked to the gate, where the foals' parents awaited for their offspring to come at them. Not surprisingly, Velvet was in the first row of the crowd: she was keeping Pinkie Pie in a toddler harness, with the leash firmly fastened to her right hoof; talking with a nearby mother, a light brown mare with a curly white-and-pink mane, about something. Twilight was pretty sure she knew what the two mares were talking about, considering her mother's mental state, and knowing how her mother described her was going to be more irking than fascinating. Then, again... She, after deciding that she wanted to know how her mother defined her, walked towards Velvet and the other mare, her eyes fixed on the lips of the two mares and her ears fixed on the words coming out from their mouths. Not that it served something, since it was too noisy to hear something, and the two mares, as if they knew they were watched, turned their heads sideways from Twilight. But Twilight just looked harder and harder, until she saw that the other mare stopped talking to Velvet, and looked and talked to somepony else instead. Realizing this, Twilight stopped squinting her eyes to concentrate, and just looked in front of her. She saw the mare talking to one of her Kindergarten's classmates, namely Lex Populi. A sense of fear filled Twilight's heart, at the thought of Lex seeing her mother's mental situation, and of Lex's mother realizing that one of her daughter's classmates was an adult. “Oh Celestia, what I am going to do now? What? What?” She thought with anxiety. Thankfully, the arrival of Lex Populi made her mother go away with he before Twlight could get nearer to them, meaning that she was out of danger... for now. After that ugly situation, Velvet, Pinkie and Twilight walked back home. The former asked to the latter how her day at the “Kindy” went, and the latter, with a grunt, answered with “Fine, until I exited and met you.” Thinking nothing of that, Velvet simply grinned and nodded. A couple of minutes of walking later, Velvet, Pinkie Pie and Twilight were back at home. Velvet opened the house’s gate, let Pinkie run in the garden like a madpony, and accompanied her disgruntled daughter to the entrance hall. While walking on the grass of her garden, Twilight smelled a good smell coming from inside, a sign that the food was going to be ready soon. “Oh, food is ready, already? Well, that’s good ne…” Something clicked in the mind of the purple mare, something about her morning. “Wait a minute… If my mother put laxative in the milk this morning, before even knowing if I was going to have breakfast alone or not… What’s stopping her from issuing Sedula to add some white powder to the pasta’s sauce? Or in the salad?” Only then Twilight realized she should have taken some food while on the way to home, from either a bar or a street vendor yet to be arrested for unlicensed use of public soil. “What an idiot. Now I have no choice, but eat the tainted foodstuffs that my valet created…” While she put a hoof on the stone floor of the entrance hall of her house, an idea flashed in her mind. “Or be fussy and eat only what she is eating in her plate. After all, it would be completely demented and self-damaging for her, to put the laxative both in my and her dish.” As her mother asked to raise her hooves to get her smock off, Twilight hummed. “That’s a good idea.” She thought. “It’s not like that doing so will bury an even deeper grave in the pigpen that is my current predicament.” Decided that, she quietly followed her mother in the dining room, where Sedual Serva was bringing in the meals out. Meanwhile, Velvet called Pinkie Pie back in the house. Once Pinkie was in the house, Velvet ordered to both her daughter and her guest to wash their hooves, before sitting at the table and eat. Twilight and Pinkie complied by washing their hooves with the same bar of paraffine soap, and drying their hooves on the same light blue towel. Done that, the two ponies took a seat the table and waited for Sedula Serva. Riccotta and spinach cannelloni was placed in front of Twilight, Pinkie and her mother, each accompanied by a wonderful Quinoa, pumpkin and broad bean salad. She glanced at her mother’s meal. It looked the same as hers and Pinkie’s and her mother seemed none too considered about her daughter’s stare. Twilight slightly grinned. “If she has ordered to Sedula to put the laxative in my and Pinkie’s dish only, this time she isn’t going to win,” Twilight took with the fork a small morsel of cannelloni, then carefully levitated it in her mouth. She started to chew the morsel and undo it with the tongue, trying to detect the taste of the laxative, but failing to find any traces. “No willow? No strange tastes? Did she really decided to abstain herself from pouring laxative in my plate?” Twilight inwardly shook her head. “Nah, she is more stubborn that that. Maybe I will find laxative in the dessert.” Thought that, she took another morsel. “Anyway, pasta’s safe, I should enjoy this respite while it lasts.” And started to eat a more normal pace like everyone else at the table. Of course, “everyone else” was pretty relative, considered Pinkie’s appetite and eating speed. In-between a bite or two, Twilight decided to quell her thirst, and drink water contained in a jug. After pouring water in her red glass, she drunk the water… and noticed that it slightly tasted like iron. Twilight, a bit disgusted by the taste, gulped the sip, but did not drink any further. “The tubes may be rusty, but, considered the situation, better be safe than sorry.” Thought that, she want back to eating her portion of pasta and quenelle. Once all the three were done, Sedula took the empty dishes away, and returned a couple of minutes later with the dessert: a Chocolate Mousse Box, or ”ciambellone.” Twilight was taken by surprise: her mother hadn’t given Twilight this kind of dessert since she was still a true foal. Twilight smirked. “My mother prepared a ciambellone for me and Pinkie? Well, while I’m sure she did that only because her mental state has degenerated, I won’t decline the possibility to eat again such a good treat.” Without a second thought on it, as soon as a piece of the dessert was put in her plate, Twilight grabbed her spoon in her magic and started devouring the chocolaty creation. However, as soon she took a spoonful of the dessert, Twilight noticed something she had never noticed before. Namely, the ciambellone’s crust tasted of almonds and chocolate, not of chocolate and normal dough. At first, Twilight didn’t notice this, too busy enjoying the good taste to notice anything odd. Then, when she had eaten half of her portion, a thought arose in her mind. “Wait a minute, almonds in the mixture for the cake? That wasn’t how my mother did it once!” She exclaimed to herself. “Then, again, more of a decade has passed since the last time I’ve eat this…” She decided to look at how the situation was going to evolve. She took note of Pinkie practically inhaling her own mousse box. Once she had finished, Pinkie thanked Sedula, complimenting that it was the best mousse box she’d ever had. The valet nodded, thanking her and taking the dishes into the kitchen. Twilight turned to her mother and only now did she notice a smile on her face, and her dish completely clear. Velvet’s daughter narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling like that, mother?” Velvet merely kept smiling. The purple mare was going to repeat that question out loud, when she noticed that her mother’s dish was still completely clean, without any traces of the ciambellone. Then she felt a strain on her lower part of the body. Twilight quickly put two and two together, and her eyes went wide. “Of course. My mother was clever, this time: she didn’t use the ‘willow laxative’ as surrogate sugar because she knew that I understood her game, nor she used it as flour because she knew that the taste was too suspicious to be in a pastry.” Twilight slightly clapped her hooves, as she held it yet again. “Well played, Velvet, well played.” Twilight was going to get up, only for Velvet to stop her with her magic. “Is something wrong, Twily?” she asked innocently. Twilight glared at the mare. “I need to go.” Velvet raised an eyebrow. “Go where?” Twilight grinded her teeth. “I need to use the toilet, okay?” Velvet nodded, getting up and releasing Twilight from her magic. “Very well. Come, Twily. We don’t want you to make a mess.” Twilight tried to run to the bathroom, but something slowed her down. It was like her legs had gotten heavier, making her movements slower. At first, she was surprised, but then she huffed, knowing that her slowness at the time was Velvet’s doing. Naturally, that wasn’t going to stop Twilight from trying. She forced her legs to keep moving, one hoof in front of the other. Her progress was hampered, however, by her mother, who, like before, was walking in front of her (though Twilight couldn’t remember when she’d gotten ahead of her), and was moving at a clearly deliberate slow pace. Twilight kept yelling in her mind curses directed to her mother, while she sweated for the struggle of keep it in and avoid pleasing her mother. She was metres from the bathroom. Velvet’s daughter silently cheered. But her cheer was premature: to her horror, a pink blur leapt over her and entered the bathroom, followed by her mother, who closed the door behind her. “Mother!” Twilight shouted, both in anger and fear. “Let me in!” “Pinkie needs to go, Twily,” her mother’s voice called back from inside. “She should be done in a minute or two. She is our guest, so be polite and wait like a good little filly.” Twilight snarled. “This makes no sense! You treated her as my sister few seconds ago, and now she is our guest? What, do you think you are foalsitting her?” She shouted at her mother, while, in her mind, she asked to herself if her mother was playing around. Velvet didn’t shout back, leaving Twilight alone with her sweaty face and her muscles tense, waiting for what was more than a few minutes, shifting from hoof to hoof every second, trying hard to hold on. “Why is she taking so long?” She whispered “Is hse testing for how long I can keep it? Well, if it’s so, then I will wait here, no matter how much it will take.” After two more minutes of pure torture Twilight let out a loud cry of anger and resentment as her bowels relaxed without her will to do so, partially the diaper, making it expand and slightly point towards the ground. “Damnit, I lost it!” Twilight sighed “There is no point to keep holding now.” And let the excrements exit from her anus, all while crying tears. Tears of wrath, resentment, and stress. Because she was forced to use her diaper, not for the use por se. When she calmed down a bit, Twilight tried to mentally recap everything. “So, basically, my mother used my liking for the ciambellone for lower my guard and make me ignore the taste of almonds. Also, I am starting to think that the water was spiked, somehow.” Twilight grunted. “If I taste almonds and willow in my food, it’s spiked. Got it.” Suddenly, the door opened, pulling Twilight from her thoughts as a happy-faced Pinkie bounced out the door, a new diaper fastened on her rump. Twilight saw her mother going out of the bathroom, sniffing and expressing false surprise at the perception of the foul smell. “Oh my, did somepony here had an accident?” Velvet grabbed the front hooves of a prone Twilight “Come in, I will change your diaper.” The purple mare sighed as she was dragged in, and put on the changing mat. Velvet was enjoying this, Twilight knew it. When Velvet terminated Twilight’s cleaning and taped a new diaper on her daughter’s backside, Twilight raised herself, and, following her mother, walked out of the bathroom, the annoyance still strong in her heart. “Now follow me to your room,” Velvet said with a cheerful voice “it’s nap time!” Pinkie Pie, who was waiting outside the bathroom, suddenly started to throw a fit. Since Twilight didn’t wnat to stand the scene that was going to ensure soon, she walked towards her room, not looking back at a whining Pinkie and a shouting Velvet. Once she reached the door of her room, Twilight turned the knob and entered in it. Already knowing the whole ritual, the purple mare decided to get ahead. Reaching the window, she lowered the curtains, so to block the sunlight coming from outside. She pushed aside part of the covers, and put a plushie in Pinkie’s bed. Done that, Twilight returned downstairs, where Velvet nad Pinkie were still fighting. Ten minutes later, Twilight finally got into bed, and she wrapped her covers around her. Velvet said in a sweet voice. “I hope you will sleep well, my little fillies.” Twilight vaguely heard Pinkie give some kind of silly, filly-like goodnight, before the lights went out, though she didn’t pay much attention, since her mind was elsewhere. Namely, it was concentrated on thinking how to hurt her mother. “Oh, that harpy! I will shove down her throat all the laxatives in this house!” She hissed “I will find a spell for turn her into a little filly, and then start to beat her up! I will tear her apart, limb by limb! I will mess her up so badly, that Discord will ask me questions about how I turned Velvet like that!” Her rage was also distorting her sense of reality. “Then, when my mother will regret that she didn’t take a contraceptive pill the night she had sex with my father twenty-five years and eleven months ago, I will pass to Spike, and chastize him, by turning him into the animal that represents him the most, the sloth. When I am done with him, I will get tit for tat on my ‘friends.’ After all, if they abandoned me while I was in danger and they could have done something, why I should bother into keeping them?” Then her rage reached its peak. “And, dulcis in fundo, I will make sure that Princess Celestia understands that I am no foal, and that she could have broadened that narrow sleeve, instead of dumping me to the psychiatric inmate that is my mother! I will…” Sense and reasons returned into her mind, causing her rant to stop. “No, wait. I ought not to pin blame on spike and my friends. After all, they didn’t contributed directly to my current situation: sure, they weren’t very brave, but that’s reasonable, all things considered. However, that doesn’t change the fact that my mother is pushing my limit too far, and Princess Celestia seems all too amused by my situation.” A tear formed in the corner of her right eye. But Twilight refused to cry. “I will be strong,” she said to herself with determination and passion “I won’t let Velvet break me for any reason, because my freedom is near. Soon my father will come back, and will dispense justice upon his spouse. Soon the only ‘foalish’ thing I will be completely forced to do without my consent will be go to the Kindergarten, and even that won’t be unbearable, thanks to the help of my ‘minor companions.’ All of this shall come.” With those thoughts in mind, Twilight drifted into a restless sleep, doing her best to ignore the padding around her rump. Some time later, Twilight went out of her sleep, awoken by a familiar voice coming from downstairs. “So, is Tvilatte uppèstair?”