> The Worst
>  by Wandering Pigeon
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> Prologue
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“Absolutely not!” Aria screamed.

Adagio winced at the eardrum splitting cry. Sonata just frowned. The excited hand gestures she’d thrown up for her announcement sank. Both stood across from Aria, who practically shrank back until her spine hit the wall behind her. On the table between them the source of Aria’s rage sat, unmoving.

Diapers.

“You— We don’t have a choice,” Adagio snapped, pinpricks of red on her cheeks. She slapped her hand on the pack of deluxe, extra large diapers, but refused to look at them. Instead her eyes drilled into Aria. “Understand?”

Aria instinctively brought her knees together, tugging down at her skirt. She knew she didn’t have a leg to stand on; this argument was over before it even began.

Ever since the Battle of the Bands, the Dazzlings had been having trouble adjusting to everyday life. Without their gems, feeding on the negativity of other people was impossible. Reduced to just average human beings, they were forced to do something all average humans did daily: eat.

At first, it hadn’t even seemed all that bad. Those taco things Sonata was always crowing about had even tasted good. But the real issue had come not long after they’d started eating regularly, when they had learned a thousand years of never needing to go to the bathroom had left them without something very essential: potty training.

After a weekend of waking up to wet beds, failing to run to the nearest toilet in time, and more, Adagio must’ve had enough. Aria was willing to bet their leader’s breaking point had been her own little accident right in the middle of science class the other day. Hilarious in the moment, but Aria wasn’t laughing now.

“But why…” Aria clenched her jaw, swallowing the next word. “...diapers?”

“Cause that’s what you wear when you aren’t potty trained!” Sonata hopped in. “Really! I looked it up.”

Aria seriously doubted Sonata had the mental capacity to look up anything. “Just shut up!” she snapped, earning a new frown aimed her way.

“Look, I hate this too,” Adagio assured her. “But until we figure out how to hold it, we don’t have a choice.”

Aria huffed. Figure out how to hold it, huh? It was probably the best way Adagio could put it, she supposed. At least she wasn’t calling it—

“Potty training isn’t even that hard!” Sonata chirped. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out in no time.”

Aria growled. Of course Sonata had to go and call it that. And talk about naivety. They had a millennium of atrophy to work off for those particular muscles. It was deluded to think they’d get them trained any time soon. Worst case scenario, it would be years.

Aria shuddered at the thought. Years? In diapers? Hell no.

Adagio seemed to sense her displeasure. “What?” She asked. “You’d prefer to risk ruining more of your panties?”

“At least I didn’t crap myself during a test,” Aria mumbled.

“What was that?” Adagio bared her teeth, searing gaze locked onto her.

Aria held up her hands in mock surrender. “Nothing. Nothing.”

Adagio didn’t accept that. She stomped in close, forcing Aria to back up. “If you ever,” she jabbed a finger against Aria’s collarbone. “Bring that up again, then I’ll make sure wearing a diaper is the least humiliating thing you’ll ever experience. Got it?”

As Adagio’s eyes drilled into her, Aria could feel a twinge of fear strike her gut. Powerless or not, she didn’t want to have to go up against the boss. “G-Got it.”

“Good.” Adagio stalked away, but was unable to mask the color rising under her cheeks. That memory was still tender, after all. “Just be glad Sonata was able to find these on such short notice.”

Sonata giggled. “And you guys said eating all those tacos would never pay off.” She lifted her skirt, revealing the thick, poofy padding already clasped around her waist. “But guess who has all the experience with diapers now!”

Under normal circumstances, Aria would revel in taunting Sonata for this. But the surprise that she’d already diapered herself, and the inevitability that she’d be in one too, really dampened that idea.

“Let’s just…” Adagio sighed. “Let’s just get this over with, alright?”

“Alright!” Sonata dropped her skirt, letting the fabric swish back down to hide her padding. “Who wants to go first?”

She looked between the two of them expectantly as her hands wormed over the the pack of diapers. The sounds of tearing plastic were the only thing alleviating the awkward silence, as neither Adagio or Aria made a move to accept Sonata’s offer.

By the time Sonata withdrew the first fluffy square from the pack, both Aria and Adagio had taken to studying the hardwood floors of their kitchen rather than meet her eyes. Sonata huffed, hands to her hips.

“Well somebody has to go first,” she said. Aria scowled at her.

“Fine.” Adagio stepped forward, crossing her arms. “Just get it over with.”

“Yay!” Sonata clapped, way to eager to get started. She knelt down onto the floor, patting the hardwood right in front of her. Adagio winced, seemingly just now realizing they weren’t going somewhere private.

Her hands moved to her waist and grabbed at fabric. She hesitated. After a breath, Adagio dropped her skirt, revealing her underwear to the two girls. After another hesitant second, those too dropped to the floor.

Adagio brushed them to the side while Sonata unfurled the diaper. Both Adagio and Aria cringed at the cutesy sounds of crinkling plastic. To think they were destined to get used to it. 

Laying on her back, Adagio took a deep breath as Sonata pushed the waiting diaper closer to her. Every muscle in her body was tense.

Aria looked away. She didn’t want to see this.

crinkle. crinkle. 

“Um… could you just… With your legs?”

“Just hurry it up already.”

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. 

“Down please.”

“Errgh.”

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. 

crinkle. crinkle. 
“Oh no! I forgot to buy baby powder!”

“Sonata!”

Aria snickered. She almost turned around to see Adagio’s face at that remark.

“Well fine, but just don’t get a rash, okay?”

“STOP TALKING!”

Aria could hear the blush in those words.

crinkle. crinkle. 

crinkle. 

“Done.”

Aria turned back around now. A bubble of laughter caught in her throat when she did.

Adagio was sitting up, staring down at her diaper with clenched teeth and a flushed face. The poofy garment covered her thoroughly, and gave off soft crinkling noises with each movement. Her legs were splayed ever so slightly too. Adagio tried to bring her thighs together, and actually yelped. Her face went a few shades redder.

“Oh yeah,” Sonata said. “You get used to that.”

“I better not,” Adagio grumbled. She tried to stand, but it looked like her diaper fought her every step of the way. When she wasn’t struggling with her widened gait, the padding was squeezing up against her to elicit more yelps. But finally, she stood up.

Aria wanted to burst out laughing. Seeing Adagio so utterly humiliated like this would be a treat… if she wasn’t doomed to the same fate, of course.

She watched Adagio retrieve her skirt and pull it back up. The helm extended well down to her knees, expertly hiding her diaper. If it wasn’t for her still spread legs, Aria wouldn’t be able to tell Adagio was wearing something so infantile.

That’s a relief, at least. Aria wouldn’t be able to take it if everyone at school could easily see her in pampers.

“Okay,” Sonata chirped as she motioned for Aria to join her on the floor. “Your turn.”

Aria hissed.

“Hey!” Adagio snapped. It had way less of an effect given she was still tomato-faced. “I did it, Sonata did it, so suck it up ‘cause you’re doing it too.”

She clenched her jaw. “Fine!”

Aria yanked her skirt and panties down her legs in one swift motion; she wasn’t going to show the weakness Adagio did.

“Make it fast,” she grunted at Sonata. Aria dropped to the floor while her fellow Siren prepped another diaper.

They looked even bigger up close.

Aria gulped, she couldn’t help it. Adagio was standing over her, looking down with a somewhat satisfactory grin. She wasn’t going to offer the same privacy Aria did, it seemed.

But then, from Aria’s vantage point, she could look right up Adagio’s skirt. And her front row seat let her see that Adagio had slipped her underwear back on when she’d pulled up her skirt, trying to cover up the cloud of poof with plain, purple cotton.

“Pfft. Nice panites,” Aria quipped. Adagio’s face burned. “Seriously, who’re you fooling?”

“H-Hey!” Adagio whipped a hand into her skirt, covering her shame with the fabric.

Sonata gasped. “Dagi you put your panties over your diapee? That’s so cute!” Adagio somehow went even redder. “Can I see?”

“Shut up!” Adagio cried. She backed away, hands guarding her skirt lest Sonata be so bold. Aria just grinned. Small victory, but at least she had some modicum of privacy now. “Just change her already!”

And like that, Aria’s joy evaporated. Back to reality.

Sonata unfolded the diaper slowly. crinkle... crinkle... crinkle… and placed it down by Aria’s rear. “Legs up please,” she smiled, as though this was perfectly normal.

Come to think of it, how many diapers had Sonata worn over the years? She’d been eating human food the longest after all… And she still had no control over her bowels, huh? Aria sighed. That didn’t bode well for her.

No, come on. Sonata’s a moron, Aria thought as she lifted her legs. I’m sure I’ll nail down how to use a toilet in no time. Can’t be that hard.

The diaper slid under her. Aria didn’t want to lower her legs, but Sonata gave them a ginger nudge anyway.

Her butt hit the padding first, cheeks sinking into warm, fluffy plastic. It sucked. It sucked so much.

Cringing, Aria did her best to avoid kicking Sonata in the face. She settled for clenched fists, her knuckles soon growing white. Her butt sank into the definitely not comfortable padding while Sonata flitted around to finish the job.

She wrapped the diaper around, smother Aria’s privates with the diaper’s poofy interior. Her purple cheeks exploded with red and she wriggled in protest.

“Hey, hehe, quit it!” Sonata playfully said as she struggled to get the tapes down.

crinkle. crinkle. 

crinkle. crinkle. 

crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. crinkle. 

“Stop it!” Aria growled, her face boiling. She thrashed about while Sonata fiddled with the tapes. She’d changed her mind; screw what Adagio said! She was not wearing these!

“There we go!” Sonata smoothed down the tapes. Aria’s struggle fizzled.

She was wearing them.

Eyes twitching, Aria didn’t know if she was more angry or humiliated. Adagio had worked up the nerve to turn around now, and was taking her revenge in the form of a knowing smirk.

“How’s it feel?” Sonata doted. “To snug? Not snug enough? Oh, I can snug it if you wanna.”

“You’re the worst, Sonata!” Aria cried, thrashing away from her. She ended up on her belly, and pushed herself to her knees.

“No I’m not!” Sonata frowned.

“Are too!” Aria yelled. She tried to stand, but quickly ran into the problem Adagio had. Her gait was just too widely spread by the padding. Instinctively she tried to bring her legs together, but…

“Eep!” With nowhere to go, the padding was pressed into her clit. It felt… It felt... Aria’s face dipped into scarlet territory, bordering on crimson.

Her legs leapt back out, staying as spread as she could make them. 

“No too fun, isn’t it, Aria?” Adagio grinned. 

Aria glared up at her, still on all fours. “Shut it.”

Adagio’s grin morphed, showing some teeth now. It was her revenge face. “Wow, someone’s cranky. Sonata, you don’t think she already had to use her diaper, do you?”

“What?!”

Sonata blinked. “Uh… maybe.” Innocently, her hand found Aria’s butt. And groped it.

“AH!” Aria dove forward, landing on her face. The impromptu diaper check had pushed way more padding against her than her legs had, and she was not a fan.

Adagio cackled while Aria rolled over. Sonata just smiled. “Nope, she’s clean.”

Aria bit her lip, red from ear to ear. “Don’t do that!” she screamed at Sonata.

Adagio put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugher. Sonata just furrowed her brows, confused. “But… how am I supposed to know when you use your diaper?”

“I’ll tell you!” Aria cried indignantly.

Adagio snorted. “Oh that’s perfect. I can see it now. ‘Sonata, I made a poo-poo, pwease change me’,” she mocked.

Even Sonata couldn’t resist joining in the laughter that followed. “Aww, please do that Aria! You’d be so cute!”

Aria scrambled to her feet. “You’re both the worst!” she screamed, storming off to her room.

She didn’t even bother to retrieve her skirt and panties from the floor. There was no way she’d go back while their laughter still echoed through the house. It didn’t matter if they were just blowing off steam or whatever. Screw them! They didn’t get to talk to her like that, ever!

The stupid diaper crinkled annoyingly with each slam of her foot. It was silent for the slam of her door at least. Aria made sure that one was extra loud to, for their benefit.

“Stupid,” she grumbled. “Both of them.”

Aria waddled to her bed and flopped down. She couldn’t believe she’d have to wear these things from now on. Did that include school? She shuddered. Probably. Maybe she could skip… no, if Adagio was going then she’d drag Aria with her. Misery loves company and all that.

Aria just curled up in her bed and tried to get some sleep. Her diaper’s incessant rubbing with each movement didn’t make it easy though. But eventually, she found herself fading. It was going to be a restless sleep with this stupid thing on her, but it would at least be sleep.

Stupid diaper… She thought as her eyes closed. You’re the worst.
> First Night
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Aria couldn’t fall asleep. And there was one, crinkly, reason why.

Every time she rolled over, moved her legs, or even shifted, it started a chain reaction in her diaper. The noise alone would have been annoying, but potentially tolerable. Constant crinkles could eventually become background noise. But the feeling…

Aria shuddered. The way the diaper clung to her, hugged her, wasn’t easily ignored. Stay still and the fluffy insides would suffocate your bare skin. Move and it would tickle you… down there.

Either way, it sent Aria blushing wildly. Each turn and kick sent her face contorting in anguish, cheeks flaring well past pink and into shades of deep red. Her comforter rustled, before being violently flung off.

“Grraaah!” Aria screamed, jolting up. No, that was enough. This stupid diaper was coming off now!

Aria thrashed her pajama bottoms off. Her haste only made the diaper crinkle and rub up against her more, but she was too pissed off to slow down. 

With her pants on the floor nothing was standing between her and the diaper. Her fingers dug into the tapes. With a scritch! they popped off. The gentle pressure of her diaper lifted off. Aria grabbed the loose garment and flung it to the ground. It plopped down with a crinkle.

Her rage dimmed until she was just breathing sharply. Her hips sang against the feeling of cool air. She was free.

“Finally,” Aria grumbled, rising from her bed. How could Adagio have possibly thought these were a good idea? The only explanation was that Sonata had convinced her, but that moron wouldn’t be able to convince a pony to try a sugar cube.

And they were completely useless anyway. Aria hadn’t used them once in the past few hours. Maybe she was already getting used to the idea of “holding it”... whatever that entailed. She certainly didn’t feel like she had to use the bathroom right now.

Fumbling around in the dark, Aria made it to her dresser. She plucked a new pair of underwear from the top shelf and slammed it closed.

I’ll be fine for tonight. Aria assured herself, slipping the panties on. And tomorrow I’ll tell Adagio to shove it.

She retrieved her pajama pants from the floor and kicked the opened diaper into the wall. It felt great being back in normal clothes. Who knew she’d miss them so much after just half a night?

Tugging the pants on, Aria climbed back into bed. Flopping on her back, she felt confident she could go to sleep without anymore disturbances. She sighed contently as she pulled the comforter back over her body.

Her eyes flashed over to the clock on her nightstand. 1:00am flashed back at her in bright red. It was already so late. Aria was just glad tomorrow was Sunday. She could sleep till noon, kick back and—

Hisss

Aria stiffened. All of a sudden she was just… peeing. Like always, no warning. No nothing.

Ripping the comforter away, Aria squinted at her crotch. Slowly, a dark stain was forming on her pajamas.

“No no no no!” She rolled off the bed, clamoring to her feet. Hot pee already coated her panties, making them slick and wet against her body. The seeping through to her pants didn’t stop either, the dark spot only grew.

“No!” Aria cried. “Come on, no!”

It wasn’t stopping. Just whining at it did no good. Aria knew she had to hold it back somehow. Just… how? She didn’t even know what muscles she had to use. She had to do something. She had to—

The bathroom!

Yes, that was it. If she could just get to the toilet she’d at least be able to use it for the back half of this accident. That’d be progress, right? No one was going to force her back into diapers, right?

Pee streamed down her leg. She had to move now.

Aria scrambled for the door. In the darkness, her foot found something soft and slipped against it. She crashed down, only realizing when she hit the floor that it was the diaper her foot had sank into. She’d tripped over the stupid diaper!

“Grrr.” Aria got back on her feet. Her bladder wasn’t slowing down at all; in fact, her stream of urine was getting faster. Both her legs felt warm and damp now, as the first dribbles reached her ankles.

Blinking back tears, Aria ran to her door. She threw it open, whacking it straight into the wall. That was bound to wake somebody up. Didn’t matter, she just had to make it to the bathroom.

Her room was at the end of a long hall on the second floor of their house. Furthest from the bathroom.

She gritted her teeth, cursing Adagio for the thousandth time for claiming the master bed with the bathroom all those years ago. With a toilet so close, Aria bet she wasn’t wearing her diapers tonight either. Lucky jerk.

She shook her head. No time to be vindictive, the pee was rolling down her bare feet now. Aria scuttled down the hardwood floor, flinging drops left and right. 

Finally she reached the door to the bathroom. Relief filled her heart. Grabbing the doorknob, Aria prepared to fling it open and make a beeline for the toilet. But she stopped.

It was already over.

For how long, she wasn’t too sure. All she knew was that she wasn’t peeing anymore. Dribbles of her urine still leapt from her soaked clothes and ran down her leg, but there was nothing new coming forth. This was, one hundred percent, an accident.

Those tears made good on their threat, and starting welling up in her eyes. Aria quickly wiped them away. She refused to be leaky on two fronts right now.

Still, she couldn’t stop a sniffle or two from escaping. So close... she’d been so close! And now all she had to show for herself was a pair of soaked panties and stained pajamas.

Aria really hated to admit it, but she should’ve kept the diaper on.

Still sniffling, Aria almost missed a small clicking noise behind her. Light spilled into the hallway from behind her. When she looked back, she saw it coming from underneath Sonata’s door.

Great, so she did wake someone up.

Crap.

Aria wanted to scuttle back to her room in shame, but she was frozen in place, terrified to move with all the urine covering her.

Sonata opened her door and stepped into the hallway, sleepily rubbing her eyes. With a yawn, she noticed her.

“Ari? Why’re you up so late?”

Double crap.

Aria turned her head away in shame. More tears welled up, and she smacked them away.

Sonata didn’t need Aria to answer the question. One look down and she had her answer in the form of a wet spot covering Aria’s crotch and running all the way down her legs. “Oh.”

“Shut up,” Aria hissed unconvincingly.

“What happened to your diaper?” Sonata asked.

“I said shut up!” Aria growled, whirling around. She didn’t know what was redder, her cheeks or her eyes.

Sonata actually took a step back. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked.

The tension coursing through her body relaxed a little. It looked like she wasn’t in for another teasing at least. “I took it off, okay,” she grumbled.

“Why?”

Aria gritted her teeth. Cause I don't need it. “I couldn’t sleep with that dumb thing on.”

Sonata looked down at her own diaper, clearly visible considering the only other thing she was wearing was a magenta bra. Her face scrunched up in confusion, as though she couldn’t believe it was possible for them to be uncomfortable.

“I couldn’t!” Aria insisted.

“Okay.” Sonata held up her hands. “Okay, I believe you.”

“Freakin’ better.”

Sonata pressed her lips together. “Uh… if you want I can pick up something to help you sleep tomorrow. I gotta go get baby powder anyway.”

Aria’s eyelid twitched. “You are not using baby powder on me.”

“Wha—” Sonata was aghast. “But what if you get a diaper rash?”

Aria seethed. Her pee grew sticky against her skin. There was a tiny puddle at her feet. “Just go back to bed, alright?”

Sonata twiddled her fingers. “Uhm… if you want I can clean you up.”

Aria ground her teeth. “Er…”

“You’ll have to put on a new diapee though.”

Aria stiffened, then took a deep breath. Why did she have to call them that? “Fine,” she grumbled, not wanting a repeat of her failed bathroom dash.

It sucked to be forced back into diapers so soon after abandoning hers, but it was better than standing around in soaked, smelly clothes.

Sonata offered a ditzy smiled and motioned for Aria to follow her into her room. Aria did, wincing with each step. Her soggy panties and damp pajama bottoms made walking a constant reminder of her accident. She didn’t waste any time.

Sonata’s room was almost insultingly girly. Whenever Aria walked in, she always had to let her eyes adjust to the garish pink wallpaper, bed overflowing with frilly pillows and stuffed animals, and tacky boy band posters lining the walls. Seriously, she was a millenia-old Siren for crying out loud, how’d she get off on acting like a stereotypical teenage girl?

“Go ahead and lie down,” Sonata said as she retrieved her oversized baby bag. “Oh, and don’t forget to take your wet clothes off.”

As if Aria needed reminding. Nose wrinkling at the smell of pee, she peeled away her pajama bottom and the panties underneath. She didn’t want to look, but ended up morbidly curious. Peaking, she saw her soaked underwear. The barely worn garment was absolutely drenched, still dripping as she dropped it into a pile with her pants. She wasn’t going to be wearing either tonight, that was for sure.

Now bare bottomed, Aria couldn’t help but shiver as cold air tickled her wet inner thighs. She shifted uncomfortably as she lowered herself to the ground. How much worse could this get?

“Alrighty.” Sonata brandished a handful of wet wipes in front of her. “Let’s get you all cleaned up!”

“Grrr.” Aria wanted to protest, but knew she didn’t have any ground to stand on here. She just gnashed her teeth while Sonata grabbed one of her legs and went to work.

When the cold wipe met her skin, she flinched. “Hey!” she barked. “Watch it.”

“Sorry.” Sonata wiped down Aria’s foot and ankle, before bringing out a new wipe to travel up her calf. Aria couldn’t help but blush as Sonata explored further territory, up to her thigh. Refusing to make eye contact, Aria turned her head away while Sonata duplicated her work on the other leg.

Then she came for her crotch.

When the wet wipe touched down on Aria’s privates, she shivered and jerked. “S-Sonata!” she whined.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fast,” Sonata assured as her hand skirted all around Aria’s privates.

“Ah!” Aria bit her tongue, resisting the urge to kick Sonata’s head off.

Finally, mercifully, the wipe left her crotch. Aria was breathing heavily when it did, resisting the hot and bothered sensation it had left her with. 

“Are you okay?” Sonata innocently asked.

“Just hurry up and get a diaper on me!” Aria begged through a flushed face. She never expected she’d ask for a diaper like that, but this was too humiliating for it to matter. Besides, she couldn’t possibly be turned on, even a little, with that stupid padding around her waist.

Sonata complied, fetching another poofy monster to torment Aria with. It unfurled with a chorus of crinkles, making her wince.

Nevertheless, she knew what to expect this time. Aria bit her lip and powered through it. Sonata lifted her legs and slid it under her. The unbearably fluffy sensation soon returned to Aria’s butt. And then the rest of her hips as Sonata folded the diaper around her.

“Stop smiling,” Aria grumbled. Sonata’s face dropped.

“Sorry, it’s just so much fun!” she insisted.

Aria snorted. “Yeah, I bet humiliating me is real fun. Just wait till you need a change, Little Miss Diaper Lover.”

Sonata frowned as she taped up the diaper. “I wasn’t trying to humiliate you.”

Aria, face still burning after everything went down, finally met Sonata in the eyes. “Yeah? What about earlier tonight when you and Adagio where taking potshots at me, huh? What about that?”

“I… I thought we were having fun.” Sonata’s lip quivered. “Were you not?”

Even encased in the diaper, Aria’s nether region still hadn’t managed to calm down after being rubbed all over. She couldn’t stand another second of talking to Sonata like this.

“Forget it.” Aria jumped to her feet and collected her ruined clothes. She was careful only to touch the dry corners as she held them at arm’s length. “I’m going to bed.”

“...Okay.” Sonata stood too.

When Aria stepped into the hall she was hit with the stale stench of urine. It was a reminder from her puddle outside the bathroom. “And since cleaning up my piss is so fun for you, make sure to wipe down the hallway too,” she growled back at Sonata.

It wasn’t fair to delegate a task like that, but Aria didn’t care. She was tired, embarrassed, a tad horny, and a lot angry. The last thing she wanted to do was be bent over scrubbing up the remains of her accident right now.

Not waiting for a response, Aria angrily waddled back to her room. She tossed her damp clothes in her hamper and flopped back on her bed. The crinkly padding at her hips made the whole process a million times worse than it should of been.

And to top it all off, she wasn’t even “calming down”. The stupid diaper kept nestling up against her privates, keeping her pent up. Normally she would just take care of something like that, but there was no way in hell she was rubbing one in while wearing a diaper of all things.

Instead, Aria grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. She kept screaming, over and over, getting out all the frustration and humiliation she’d just endured. And there was a lot too.

Aria didn’t know when she stopped screaming exactly. Eventually muffled cries gave way to snores. She’d finally managed to get to sleep, despite everything.

And to think it was only her first night like this.
> Easy Like Sunday Morning
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A vile stench sent Adagio tumbling awake. Pulled to the world of the waking, her nose was wrinkling without permission when she opened her eyes. When she caught her first waking whiff, she nearly gagged.

“Ohhff.” She clapped a hand over her nose. “What the heck?”

She finally moved her body, now wide awake thanks to the assault on her senses. Adagio was about to wonder where that smell was coming from, but the universe decided to answer the question for her.

squish.

She shuddered. A cold, slimy sensation pressed against her backside. It even sloshed to her inner thighs. It felt gross and clammy, and concentrated near her hips. Almost like it was...

Oh no.

Adagio threw her sheets off. Just below her red satin nightie was the diaper she’d been allowed to forget about for three glorious seconds. It was brown.

“Aw— Uuugh!” She sat up, and cringed as her butt sank deeper into the mess she’d made. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

She’d soiled herself in the night. Not quite the first time this something like this had happened. In the past week since losing her gem she’d woken up to wet sheets. But pooping herself? At least she’d never had the displeasure of waking up to that before.

Good thing she was wearing a diaper, otherwise the mess would be a lot worse.

Adagio paused and shook her head. She couldn’t believe she’d just been grateful for the stupid thing around her waist.

Muttering some choice words under her breath, she slowly shifted her legs to the edge of the bed. Each movement sent her mess jostling around in her diaper, forcing her to freeze and wait for it to settle against her skin before she tried again. Eventually her legs made it over the bed, and touched down on the floor.

Adagio pushed herself up, spreading her legs even wider than the diaper demanded. She wanted her mess touching her as little as possible. Forced into the widest waddle of her life, she toddled to her bedroom door and pushed it open.

“Sonata!” Adagio called out into the house. “Get over here now!”

No response.

“Sonata!”

Still nothing.

Adagio shot a glare at her clock. It was half past nine. Was Sonata just not up then? She was usually the light sleeper of the bunch, though.

Growling, Adagio shuffled into the hallway and down to Sonata’s room. Though her diaper’s stench was overpowering, Adagio still detected a hint of pee in the air. Briefly she checked to see if she at a wet spot as well, but no. Just brown, lumpy, bulging padding.

She shivered in disgust. The smell still permeated her surroundings, and she pinched her nose trying to avoid it.

When she reached Sonata’s room she pounded the door. “Sonata, wake up already! I need— uh… I need your help!” The other side of the door didn’t answer. “Stupid, ditzy, idiot,” Adagio grumbled, all but kicking the door open.

Sonata wasn’t inside. Her neatly made bed told her she was long gone. And to make matters worse, the baby bag with all the changing supplies was nowhere in sight.

“Gotta be kidding me,” Adagio groaned. Of all the things to be missing… Now she couldn’t even change herself if she wanted to.

Adagio spared another glance as her mutilated padding. It sagged between her legs; the sheer size of her mess was immense. If she had to go again this diaper may not survive. And she couldn’t go without one either.

“SONATA!” She shrieked, desperation creeping in her voice. 

Her best idea was to try and peel the diaper off herself and just sit on the toilet until the other Siren heard her calls. But what if she was outside? Or if she went into town? Adagio may sacrifice the whole day in fear of her bowels.

Wincing, she looked down at her mess once again. It was big…

Okay… I probably don’t have any more left in me, she reasoned. Her stomach growled with morning hunger, confirming that theory. In that case, there was no need for her to sit on the toilet, waiting.

But should she take her diaper off?

Adagio cringed. The feeling of poop against her hips… It made her shudder. And the stench was so powerful. Even with her nose pinched shut she could taste it in the air. But still, just ripping it off would only cause the mess to go to the ground. And then what, clean it up herself? No thank you.

She needed someone to change her, as utterly disgraceful as that fact was.

“Great…” Adagio resigned. Her stomach growled again. She couldn’t deny the emptiness in her stomach. With Sonata gone a change was nowhere in sight. Maybe she should just get breakfast.

In a dirty diaper?! Her mind screamed. Seriously? 

She sighed. Both at how repulsively humiliating that was, and at how common it could become given her new lifestyle.

Her stomach growled one more time, rivaling her screaming from earlier. She couldn’t deny it any longer; she needed to eat something. 

Stupid human body. Adagio stomped awkwardly to the stairs. Why did she have to live like this? Forced to eat every couple of hours only to wind up with the disgusting situation around her waist. It was the most demeaning thing she’d experienced in a millenium. And that included being defeated by Starswirled the Bearded and Sunset Shimmer.

Sunset, she growled mentally. She would never forget the source of her suffering. Sunset Shimmer and her friends were the reason the Sirens were stuck like this. Incontinent, diapered, powerless. It was an injustice above all others. One day, Adagio would make them pay for that.

But first, she was going to have the find a way downstairs in her dirty diaper.

Adagio cringed at the flight before her. She hadn’t considered it before, but going down with her diaper in the state it was was going to be… challenging.

Hesitantly, Adagio spread her gait even wider than she already was, and forced herself to take the first step.

squish. squish. 

Her diaper enjoyed itself. Adagio did not. She slowly brought her other leg forward for round two.

squish. squish. squish.

Adagio bit her lip, body wracked with shudders. It was so slimy and gross! She couldn’t keep this pace up if this was how it was going to be. Taking a deep breath, Adagio darted down the rest of the staircase.

squish. squish. squish. “Eww, eww, eww!” squish. squish. squish. “Eww, eww, eww!” squish. squish. squish. 

Her face was tied up in knots by the time she reached the first floor. Her jostled diaper took its sweet time settling down. All the while she hissed and cursed in disgust.

“SONATA!” Adagio screamed one last time, just in case. If there was any chance she could get out of this stupid thing now, she would take it. 

Unfortunately, the silence didn’t make that likely.

Grumbling, Adagio toddled onward. The stairs spilled out into the living room, with the kitchen was adjacent. She didn’t have far to go, but even a short walk in her diaper felt like a marathon.

When she finally waddled into the kitchen, a sticky note on the table caught her eye. She shuffled over to it, wincing all the way.

Hey girls,

I’m out picking up more baby supplies. I can’t believe how much I forgot last night! Don’t worry, I’ll pick up some El Locos Tacos for lunch. See you soon~

Sonata

PS I brought the diapers with me. Sorry! Just had feeling I’d need a change before I got to the store.

Adagio crumbled up the note. So that’s where she was. “Idiot.”

Of course, just take off for who knows how long with the only diapers they had. Brilliant idea, it’s not like she would need a change come morning or anything.

Adagio angrily threw the note across the room. It smacked uselessly against the fridge. She couldn’t believe this; if Sonata was picking up fast food for lunch that meant she wasn’t expecting to get back until noon. Or maybe even later.

It wasn’t even ten. Was Adagio really expected to wait around in a dirty diaper for hours?

“Stupid freaking idiot!” She yelled. Sonata was going to get it when she got back. Adagio didn’t know quite what she had in store, but it was going to be something alright.

The crappiness of her situation was really beginning to sink in. In more ways than one. Adagio affixed a scowl to her face and stomped around the kitchen. Patiently waiting around for a diaper change was her only option, but it was also the worst thing ever.

“Forget it,” she grumbled, her empty stomach rearing its ugly head again. “Just forget it.” She couldn’t deal with this right now. Adagio settled on getting her breakfast ready; it was the reason she came down here in the first place, right? Her trip downstairs was not going to be in vain.

She toddled around in order to throw something together. Grabbing a bowl, cereal from the pantry, and milk from the fridge took her all around the kitchen. She ended up filling the room with her stink and the sounds of her squishy diaper. “Ugh.”

Eating wasn’t any better. The smell of her mess was overpowering compared to the taste of the cereal. Even plugging her nose again didn’t do much good. 

I’ve gotta figure out how to hold it, Adagio thought as she chewed. And soon.

But how was she supposed to find the time? After the Battle of the Bands, the three Sirens had been forced to make a deal with Principal Celestia. She wouldn’t have any charges pressed against them, but they did have to attend school until they graduated. Plus detention. Every. Single. Day.

And missing just once better come with a good excuse; Celestia had made it clear she wouldn’t hesitate to hand them over to the authorities. So it was school five days a week, plus detention until five thirty. Pile on the homework they were obligated to keep up with and it left them very little time during the week to get potty trained. The deck was rigged against them now.

Curse those Rainbooms for shattering their gems. One good song would’ve gotten them out of all of those punishments. Of course, if they did have their gems then even this incontinence wouldn’t be a problem. But all that remained of them was the handful of tiny pieces Adagio had managed to recover from the stage. Useless.

And that brought up the question of what they could do without their gems. Over the past millennium trapped in this world they had done a lot. They’d hypnotized their way to fortunes and spent their way through them dozens of times. Saving money was something they rarely did, but Adagio did keep an emergency fund spread out through a couple of bank accounts. They might’ve had something like seven or eight million dollars between them all.

Even after all these years she didn’t understand this world’s economics all that well. Adagio was still pretty sure what they had was a lot. But was it enough? Without their gems she had no idea if they were immortal anymore. Maybe for three normal lifetimes that was enough. But if they kept on living forever, they’d eventually run out. And how would they ever make money again the way they were now?

Adagio pulled herself out of those depressing thoughts. She realized she’d been swirling her spoon around in the bowl, not eating. The remaining cereal was all soggy now, drowning in milk. Gross.

Her diaper squished as she took a step back and she cringed. Grosser.

She left all those unanswered questions for another day and poured herself a new bowl. Adagio could only focus on one horribly dismal fact of their situation at a time. And right now, that meant her dirty diaper.

Footsteps suddenly drew her attention. Aria soon appeared from around the stairs, sporting a yawn. And a clean diaper.

Adagio glared enviously.

“Morning,” Aria yawned out. She froze halfway into the kitchen, and sniffed. “Uoough!” Covering her nose, Aria backed up. “What’s that smell?”

Adagio ground her teeth. She couldn’t believe she had to deal with this too. “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing,” Aria groaned. “Geez it smells like—”

“Don’t say it!” Adagio hissed. Her face must’ve been pink. She could feel the mess in her diaper settling, squelching against her thighs. A disgusted shiver ran down her spine.

It didn’t take Aria long to put two and two together. “You crapped your diaper.”

Pink became red. Adagio didn’t know quite what to do with her hands, eventually crossing her arms. “Y-You—!”

Aria cackled. “Who’s gonna be telling Sonata about her ‘poopy diapee’ now, huh?” She laughed so hard her hand left her nose. Then gagging at the stench cut her off. “Ack! Why hasn’t she changed you yet anyway?”

“She’s not here,” Adagio grumbled. “Went shopping or something.”

Aria snickered. “So you’ve been stuck in that thing all day?”

Adagio clenched her thighs and the mess sagging between them squished. She winced. “Y-Yeah.”

Even though her nose wrinkled with each step, Aria strolled around the counter to inspect the damage. Adagio wanted to step away, but couldn’t work up the nerve. She’d come across as vulnerable no matter what she did.

When she saw the brown, lumpy padding, Aria whistled lowly “Wow, you destroyed that thing.”

Adagio’s ears burned. “Shut up.”

“Phew!” Aria waved her had to ward off the stink. “That’s worse than the load you dropped during that test.”

Adagio slammed the counter top. A sudden, embarrassed rage boiled in her gut. “I told you not to bring that up or—”

Aria shoved her knee into the seat of Adagio’s diaper. Poop shifted and pressed deeper against her, freezing out her anger. “Or what?”

Adagio couldn’t speak as her blush spread from ear to ear. Aria crossed her arms with a defiant smirk. She was reveling in this victory.

Her knee slipped away from Adagio’s diaper, leaving the messy padding to settle back into place. Adagio couldn’t believe it. Where was this newfound smugness coming from? She never had this much trouble keeping Aria in line before.

Stupid diaper. She grumbled in her head. Her authority wouldn’t be challenged if she was in control of her bowels. Aria was only getting a big head because her padding was clean. 

“Whatever,” Adagio grumbled as Aria walked back around, fingers pinching her nose.

“Just don’t ask me to change you,” Aria quipped.

“Wasn’t gonna,” Adagio said through clenched teeth. Sonata had taken the diapers anyway. Even if Adagio did lower herself enough to beg for one, it wouldn’t matter.

“Sure you weren’t.” Aria smirked. A vein on Adagio’s forehead bulged. Just who did she think she was?

Adagio wanted to snap at her. If only the shoe was on the other foot, then they wouldn’t be having this problem.

I am going to give her hell when I catch her using that thing. Adagio reluctantly returned to her cereal, but frustration had replaced her appetite.

The two went silent now that the mocking session had passed. Adagio wanted to bicker more, unable to stand the fact that she hadn’t come out on top, but couldn’t muster up the nerve. Anything she said wouldn’t have any effect thanks to the mess sagging between her legs.

So she simmered in her own stinky loss while Aria toasted a bagel. 

She didn’t bother finishing her second round of cereal. She wasn’t hungry anymore. 

Dumping it in the sink for someone else to take care of later, Adagio waddled around the kitchen aimlessly. Her diaper squished and smushed with each step, and she honestly couldn’t decide if that was grosser than just standing still in it. But Aria’s snickering didn’t help.

Laugh while you can. Adagio growled internally. Who cared what Aria thought anyway. Adagio would get the last laugh if—when—she put together those shattered gem pieces. 

Best not to mention that, she decided. It’ll be better as a surprise.

Oh yes it would. Just think, her as the only Siren able to feed off negativity again. Wouldn’t that just drive Aria crazy. The thought actually brought a devilish grin to her face.

“What, are you enjoying yourself now?” Aria cracked from behind her bagel. 

The smile dropped. Adagio scowled at her, retort on the tip of her tongue. But just before she could voice it.

SLAM!

“I’m baaaaaaack!” Sonata’s clear as day voice rang out from the front door. Adagio flinched. Aria smirked.

They both stood still as Sonata made her way into the kitchen. The rustling of plastic announced her arrival. At first Adagio thought it was the sound of her diaper, but when Sonata appeared she knew better. It was her shopping bags.

Two fistfuls of bags, looking like wrecking balls at Sonata’s sides, thundered their way into the kitchen. Adagio could make out bags of diapers, rash cream, baby powder, and a whole host of other stuff that she didn’t even know what to call. Her gut sank, especially as she saw the big, stupid grin on Sonata’s face.

The youngest Siren sniffed the air, and her nose wrinkled. “Ooof. Did someone go potty while I was out?”

Aria point. Adagio covered her diaper with her hands. The brown lumps were too big to hide though.

“Oh wow.” Sonata dropped half the bags and waved her hand in front of her nose. “That’s a doozy, Dagi.”

“Can it!” she growled through gritted teeth. “And who told you you could go shopping?”

Sonata frowned. “But we… we needed baby powder. And while I was out I found soooo many things I thought we could use. For example…” she dug a hand into one of the bags, producing a large, magenta training potty. “Ta-da!”

Aria and Adagio glared at her.

Sonata shook the potty. “Ta-da!” she tried again, more nervous. “Oh come on girls, this will be so helpful. We can use it to practice our potty training.”

“We already have real potties for that,” Adagio growled. She blushed and shook her head. “I mean toilets! Look, forget all that crap, okay? We won’t even need the diapers for much longer, let alone all that other garbage.”

Sonata cocked her head, eyes on the dirty diaper around Adagio. “Are you sure, because that it looks like you definitely need—”

“Watch it,” she snapped.

“But it’s true!” Sonata reached back into the bag, withdrawing a bottle of baby powder. “And this isn’t garbage. We need it to keep us from getting diaper rashes.”

Aria cackled, eyes on Adagio’s browned bottom. “Might be a little late for that.”

Sonata’s attention turned to the snickering girl, eyes lighting up. “Oh, and I got something just for you, Aria!”

“What?” Aria’s eyes narrowed. 

Sonata dropped the rest of the bags on the floor and rooted through them. “Aha!” She pulled something free. 

It looked like plastic bloomers. They were tinted purple, but were still see-through. There was a zipper in the back meant to keep them nice and tight, and even a padlock of all things at the waist.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Aria seethed. Adagio couldn’t help but smile deviously.

“They’re plastic pants,” Sonata declared, blissfully ignorant to the mounting anger in the room. “So you don’t lose your diapers again.”

Adagio cocked an eyebrow at Aria. “You lost them?”

Aria’s face was pink. “I took them off last night because I don’t need them, okay? Sue me.”

Sonata’s brow furrowed. “But, didn’t you pee yourself in the hallway? I could’ve sworn I had to scrub it down last night.”

“Did you now?” Adagio put her hands on her hips, smirking as Aria squirmed. Oh how quickly the tables turn.

“Yeah,” Sonata said very matter-of-factly

“No!” Aria insisted. “Well, yeah… But I don’t need those things!”

“Aww, come on!” Sonata jiggled the padlock and held up a key in her other hand. “See, they even lock to make sure your diapee never comes off by accident.”

Forget pink, Aria’s face was red. “I am not wearing that!” she screamed. “And it didn’t even come off by accident anyway!”

That cocked on of Adagio’s eyebrows. She strutted toward Aria, her smirk growing. “So you took your diaper off on purpose only to cover the hallway in urine? Am I hearing that right?”

Aria’s face dropped. She tried to retort, but the words caught in her throat. For a moment, she just stood there, gaping like a fish out of water.

Adagio nodded to Sonata. “Get those pants ready.”

“No!” Aria shouted. She backed up, only to bump into the kitchen table. She immediately turned to flee as Sonata encroached.

“Oh no you don’t.” Adagio crossed to her, ignoring the squishy sensation between her legs. The second Aria’s back was turned, Adagio grabbed her.

“Let go of me!” Aria thrashed as Adagio hooked her fellow Dazzling in an awkward full nelson. Her arms struggled, but were reduced to too short a range to make any difference.

Sonata was still approaching, unzipping the plastic pants as she eyed Aria’s diaper. “Don’t worry, you’ll love them! I tried them on at the store and got so jealous of you.”

Her cute attempts to placate her friend did not go over well.

“Don’t come near me!” Aria screamed. She kicked furiously, still trying to break free of Adagio’s grip. “I’m serious, Sonata, stop!”

“Keep going!” Adagio commanded. She was not going to lose this one. Aria had to learn her place.

Sonata obeyed. Probably because she was excited to doll up Aria a little, and not because she was actually paying attention to her orders. But it didn’t matter, so long as she did what Adagio said.

Now Aria’s kicking actually worked against her. When she brought up a leg to fling at Sonata, the plastic pants were able to slip right up it.

“H-Hey!” Even from behind, Adagio could tell Aria was blushing up a storm. She tried to shake the pants off, causing her diaper to crinkle like made. But Sonata held firm, even giggling at the attempt, which did wonders for Aria’s blush. “Stop it already!”

Adagio snickered. “No need to throw a temper tantrum, Aria,” she teased.

Aria stamped her foot in anger. “I am not throwing a temper tantrum.”

It was almost too perfect; Adagio could barely hold back her laughter. “Keep acting like a big baby and we might just have to treat you like one.”

“Ooh, can we?” Sonata eagerly chipped it, forcing Aria’s other leg through the remaining pant hole. “That sounds so fun!”

“Don’t you dare!” Aria hissed.

“Awww.” A disappointed Sonata still pulled the plastic pants up and over Aria’s pampers. 

Aria didn’t stop struggling as they were zipped up, but she couldn’t break free from Adagio’s hold. Nearly trapped, she looked back at Adagio in desperation.

“Don’t,” she begged, biting her lip. “I won’t take them off anymore, I swear.”

Adagio just grinned. She’d won. Her authority wasn’t going to be questioned anymore, no matter how full her diapers got from here on out.

“I know you won’t,” she whispered into Aria’s ear.

She released her from the full nelson. But before Aria could get used to having her arms back, Adagio struck the final blow. She bent down, and snapped the little padlock on the back of the pants in place.

click.

Aria was locked in.

Pushing away from her, Aria stumbled as her fingers dove for the lock. “No no no!”

“D’aaw!” Sonata’s fingers curled as she covered her squee. “You look so cute, Aria!”

“Do not!” The blushing Siren screeched. Her face was going to burst into flames any second now.  She dug her fingers into the plastic pants, but they wouldn’t tear. She fiddled with the lock, but it wouldn’t budge. She pushed the pants down, but they remained snug at her waist. “Get these off of me!”

Adagio snatched the pants’ key from Sonata. Dangling it in front of Aria, she let the cruel taunt sink in. “Oh, we will. If you need a change, that is.”

Aria opened her mouth to reply, but was unable to speak. Her face shifted from red embarrassment, to pale shock. “You wouldn’t,” she finally managed.

“Yes I would.” Adagio clenched the key in her fist, while an out-of-the-loop Sonata just looked between them with confusion. “That diaper only comes off when I say it comes off, Aria. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Buh— Wha— I— You—” Aria sputtered, unable to send back a fireball of a retort. She was trapped, and they both knew it. Questioning Adagio’s authority was off the table. 

With a shrill shriek of defeat, Aria stormed off. Her face was red again, be it from anger or humiliation, Adagio couldn’t say. She just watched her scramble up the stairs with an amused smirk. Aria was probably going to try and throw some clothes over her shame, but it wouldn’t change anything.

Adagio looked down at the key in her hand, her smile only growing wider. She’d won, and it felt great.

“Do you think we were too hard on her?” Sonata asked, frowning. “She looked a little mad.”

“She’ll get over it.” Adagio waved off. She started to breath a sigh of relief, but a sickening stench slapped her nose back to reality. Adagio looked down, remembering her nighttime accident was still plaguing her.

The sensation of the sticky, cold mess against her butt and inner thighs was back in her head. The temporary reprieve she’d gotten from putting Aria in her place was over, and now she couldn’t ignore the awful, stinky mess between her legs. It really soiled her victory, in more ways than one.

Sonata seemed to notice too, as she waved her hand to waft the stink away from her nose. “Peeyew!” she cried. Eyeing Adagio’s diaper, she smiled innocently. “Wow, Dagi. Your diapee sure is sagging. Maybe we should get you your own plastic pants too!”

Adagio narrowed her eyes at the dimwit. One look that immediately forced Sonata to understand that was never going to happen.

“Just change me already,” she grumbled.
> All the Bells and Whistles
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

After her diaper change, Adagio didn’t seem all that interested in helping Sonata unpack her new supplies. She claimed she had something important she had to work on.

Aria too didn’t seem all that eager to help her out. Hidden behind a locked bedroom door, she’d screamed at even Sonata’s gentlest knock.

It was a little upsetting. After all, she really wanted to share all the fun things she’d picked up at that adult baby store. Those plastic pants were only the tip of the iceberg.

But, with her fellow Sirens being… themselves, it didn’t look like Sonata would get the chance. She didn’t let that bug her. Even if it was just her, she was dying to break out everything she’d splurged on.

First was the necessities. A few packs of diapers, bottles of baby powder, baby wipes and an already opened tub of rash cream (she’d wanted to make sure Adagio wasn’t in danger of a diaper rash after being so stinky for so long). They had to go somewhere, but where?

Her room? She wouldn’t mind, but it seemed like it would be chore to constantly run upstairs anytime someone needed a change. Here in the kitchen? They had a lot of room in the fridge… but she had a feeling Adagio wouldn’t approve of that.

“Oh!” she realized, smacking her head like the ditz she was. “The bathroom! Duh, Sonata.”

They had bathrooms scattered around their house, perfectly in reach whenever they needed a change. Sonata rounded up all the supplies she could fit in two arms and darted around the house.

Soon, the cabinets beneath sinks were loaded with supplies. Each one got at least two bottles of baby powder, a smattering of wipes and as many packs of diapers she could shove in. They probably would’ve been able to take a lot less, but Sonata had only bought the second thickest brand of diapers. Unfortunately, the store had been out of her favorite, Super Poofs. Next time she went to stock up, though, she’d be sure to get them.

With all their bathrooms filled up, Sonata returned to the kitchen where she’d dropped the remaining bags. Now it was time for the fun stuff. 

Sure, she could have stopped buying stuff after the diapers, but Sonata had gotten a little greedy. She’d never been able to try out all the bells and whistles in the adult baby store back when she only occasionally needed diapers. But now that all three of them were stuck in padding, now was the perfect time to try it all out.

First, she retrieved the training potty. The soothing magenta color had caught her eye when she was just passing by different aisles. However, the clincher that made her buy it was even better.

Turning it over to the front, Sonata smiled. In big, pink, and swirly letters it said: Poopy Princess.

She giggled. Part of her wasn’t super excited to start potty training; diapers were just so fun! But this hunk of plastic was the first thing that made her think learning to use a potty would be just as fun. Plus, Aria was going to look so cute sitting on this thing. She couldn’t wait.

For now, she left it on top of the downstairs toilet. It just seemed like the right spot.

Next up was the pacifiers. She tugged three adult-sized binkies, baby blue, seafoam green, and peachy orange, free from their bag. Each one had a long, rubbery necklace so they could be easily carried when not in use. The guards all had unique and cute designs too, which had given Sonata no end of suffering when trying to choose just three. 

But finally, she’d settled. The blue pacifier had a pretty white unicorn on it., the green one had purple sparkles, and the orange one had bubbly pink hearts. Too cute!

Sonata had been dying to try one of these for years now, but always worried Adagio would snap at her for wasting money on them. But now? Now was the perfect time. She’d even picked up some spares, hoping Aria and Adagio would be willing to try them with her. After this morning, though, it didn’t seem like they were quite there.

But Sonata definitely was. She slipped the seafoam green one around her neck and popped the adorable little paci in her mouth. The massive nipple rested comfortably on her tongue. Not even hesitating, Sonata suckled.

“Mmmm…” The simple, repetitive bob of her lips was wonderful. She didn’t even know how to describe the feeling, it was just so nice… and soothing. Her eyelids drooped as she suckled, almost like she wanted to fall asleep.

She plucked the pacifier from her mouth with a loud pop! “Wowie!” she said. For now, she let the saliva-covered bulb drop against her chest. She’d pick up with that in a minute.

As for the other two pacifiers, Sonata didn’t quite know where to put them. Eventually she settled on some open coat hooks by the front door, just in case Aria or Adagio showed interest in them.

Next came the bibs. Tacos were so unbelievably messy sometimes, so Sonata figured these would come in handy. Their colors matched the pacifiers, a little touch she’d been inspired to do. But her favorite part was the little phrases stitched onto each in cursive.

Mama’s Fussy Baby

Poo Poo Factory

Prissy Sissy Tinklepants

Her grin only grew bigger and dumber at the sight of them. She really hoped the girls would let her have Poo Poo Factory come lunchtime. 

Sonata left the bibs hanging on the handlebar of the dishwasher so she wouldn’t forget them.

Next up were the baby mittens and booties. She couldn’t find colors that matched the bibs and pacifiers, so she just settled on three pairs of pink mits and booties that each had white frills for accents. They’d go in her closet for now, but she had a feeling Adagio and Aria would want their pairs very soon. Who wouldn’t?

Lastly were the toys. A shape matching game that Sonata had spent way too much time playing with back at the store (she’d get that square peg in the round hole eventually!) and star-patterned rattle that made the funnest noise when you shook it, and set of plastic, rainbow-colored keys. 

These were all hers, but if one of the girls asked really nicely, she might share.

Sonata popped her pacifier back in her mouth. Scrambled all her toys together in her arms, and waddled upstairs. Her diaper was in no way making the steps easy for her, but that was the best part about it! She had to be slow and deliberate to avoid being tripped up, suckling all the way.

When she reached the top, Sonata moved toward her room. She passed Adagio’s open door, and peeked in out of curiosity. The leader of the Dazzlings still hadn’t gotten dressed, sticking to her red silk nightie and bulging diaper. She was bent of her bed, tongue out as she fiddled with a bunch of tiny pieces of… something. Sonata didn’t get a good look at them. 

She walked by the still shut door of Aria’s room. Listening closely, she could hear a muffled barrage of crinkles, and the clinking of the padlock as it was jostled. Sonata smiled, glad Aria was having fun with her new plastic pants.

Finally reaching her own room, Sonata dropped all her toys and flopped on her bed, giggling. Rolling to her side, and suckling deeply, she grabbed her new rattle and gave it a big, happy shake, which only made her giggle harder.

Aria and Adagio may have wanted to get out of their diapers as soon as possible, but as for Sonata, she hoped their incontinent lives never ever ended.
> Smelly Truce
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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…”
> Pinched
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aria picked at the splintering wood on the edge of her desk. To her right, Sonata kicked her legs as she hummed happily; her math textbook was filling up with childish doodles. To her left, Adagio glared angrily at the clock; her efforts failed to move time along.

Vice Principal Luna sat at the front of the classroom, looking as bored as Aria felt. Detention was an awful time for both parties involved. Why their sentence couldn’t be commuted she would never understand. It wasn’t like they were going to be able to end the world anytime soon or something.

Try as she might, Aria could resist a glance at the clock herself. Four-thirty. They still had half an hour before they could leave. A groan escaped her lips before she could think to stop herself.

Vice Principal Luna looked up. “Something you’d like to say, Aria?”

“No, Ma’am,” came a grumbly response. Aria wasn’t keen on staying for an extra hour. Again.

“Hmph.” Luna let it slide, return to her own method of counting the seconds away.

Aria shifted in her seat, wincing at the crinkling sounds it drew. Her diaper was bad enough, but the plastic pants locked around it only amplified the problem. She seethed quietly. Even after calling a truce with Adagio, she was still being forced to wear this stupid thing. Granted, Adagio hadn’t said anything during their change in the bathroom, but Sonata had been all too eager to lock her up in it again.

She was having way too much fun with the whole “diapers” thing now that Aria thought about it. All the stuff she’d decorated the house with was just insane. Not un-Sonata-like, or anything, but still insane. And the fact that’s she’d brought three of everything to boot! Did she actually expect Adagio and Aria to stoop down to her level?

Aria growled in the back of her throat, ripping a loose piece of wood out of the desk. She flicked it to the floor and went back to picking at a different spinter. Her butt sank slowly in her diaper, the padding admittedly a little better than sitting on the hard chairs alone, but that still didn’t mean Aria liked them.

Raising her rear she found a new angle to sit in. A hopefully less poofy one. But her plastic pants crinkled noisily as she did, alerting the Vice Principal this time. Luna looked up, Aria blushed and looked down.

Curse these stupid things! She clenched her fist. At this rate someone at school was going to discover she had to wear diapers! At least without the plastic pants she could keep the noise to a minimum and hide whenever she had an accident. But with them the tell-tale crinkling noise was doubled, if not tripled. She couldn’t even sit down without making noise. 

That’s it, I’m getting out of these stupid things. Aria decided. She’d tried her best all throughout Sunday, but there was no overcoming that cursed lock. And while she could have cut it up, she had a feeling that would only make Adagio pissed. Especially now, with their tenuous agreement in place, that would be a bad call.

But that didn’t mean Aria was through. If she could just get the lock off she’d be free to take off the plastic pants whenever she wanted, and that should be easy.

Aria turned to Sonata. Specifically, Sonata’s skirt. And even more specifically, the pocket of Sonata’s skirt. After Aria’s change earlier today, she’d watched that moron slip the key to her salvation into that pocket. While she hadn’t been able to do anything during the day since they didn’t share any classes, they were right next to each other now.

She cracked her knuckles and stretched out her fingers. One at a time Aria made sure the digits of her right hand were nice and lumbar. She’d had plenty of experiences with pickpocketing these past few centuries. It had been a fun hobby that, with the help of a little magical hypnosis, she’d never been in danger of being caught doing. And while she didn’t have the safety net of her amulet anymore, Aria still had decades and decades of practice when it came to pinching. 

A key in a pocket right next to her? That was nothing. Aria had once pilfered a two pound bejeweled necklace from a duchess while she’d been wearing it. 

I can do this! She said. Shaking out her wrist, Aria took a breath and let her hand go steady.

Sonata wasn’t paying attention. She just focused on the cartoonish chicken she was doodling into her desk. With her attention on big, poofy feathers, she surely wouldn’t notice a disappearing key.

Aria leaned over, slowly. She couldn’t alert Sonata, but Vice Principal Luna was also someone to be wary off. Thankfully her nose was buried in some paperwork right now.

Her hand reached out, approaching her mark. Aria feigned like she was stretching her neck. A bad performance, but it would do so long as she remained in Sonata’s peripheral vision. 

Finally, her fingers reached the pocket. Slowly… carefully… delicately… And they were in!

Sonata was none the wiser, adding big action lines to her chicken drawing. Aria let her fingers slip deeper into her pocket until they poked at something small and metallic. The key!

Aria wanted to cheer, but the job wasn’t done yet. She pinched the head of the key between her index and middle finger, before slinking free of Sonata’s skirt. 

“Hmph,” Aria smirked. Easy peasy.

But her hand had only barely pulled away before she learned she’d spoken too soon. Sonata’s hand leapt out and clasped Aria’s, making the girl flinch.

“Wha— Hey!” Aria whispered hissed. She looked up, catching Sonata’s disapproving glare. Undeterred, Aria tried to yank her hand back. “Let go!”

“No!” Sonata whispered. She tugged Aria’s arm back, almost dragging the girl out of her chair. Her plastic pants crinkled noisily.

“Sonata!” Aria whispered through clenched teeth. “Give. It. To. Me!”

“Let go!” Sonata suddenly yelled. Vice Principal Luna jolt to attention.

Aria winced. It was over. But maybe she could still secure the key. No, she was going to secure it. This would not be in vain!

“What’s going on here?” Vice Principal Luna sighed. Good, she didn’t want to deal with this. Aria saw her chance and took it.

“Nothing!” She yelled, jumping to her feet. She tried to yank her hand free again. “Sonata just won’t let go!”

“Aria stole my key!” Sonata whined, on her feet. Her other hand reached for it, but Aria tucked the key away in a clenched fist.

“Alright, enough.” Luna was standing now too. Even Adagio had turned to look at them.

“The heck are you guys doing?” she whispered.

Ignoring both of them, Aria tried to push Sonata back down. Sonata yelped, and used her free hand to try and pry open Aria’s locked fingers. 

“Give it!”

“No!”

“Meanie!”

“Idiot!”

“I said enough!” Luna stalked over to the two girls, their spat spiraling into a full on fight. Aria gave up trying to push Sonata away, instead grabbing her ponytail and pulling. Hard.

“Ah!” Sonata flailed, but couldn’t get away from Aria’s iron grip. She hadn’t made any progress with the key either, but was too stupid to abandon her cause. But she got lucky when Vice Principal Luna stepped in.

“This is not acceptable behavior!” the woman shouted, putting her arms between the two. When she went to push them apart, Aria was caught off guard. She tried to twist away, but backed up into her chair and lost her balance. Sonata saw the opportunity and pushed her over.

“AH!” Aria tumbled. Falling over her chair she flopped down on the other side. Her fist opened and the key went flying. But worst of all, Aria’s legs ended up in the air and her skirt spilled downward. “Oof!”

When she landed, Aria didn’t think about her exposed rear. She was more concerned with the bump on her head more than anything. But it didn’t take long to realize her purple plastic pants and enormous fluffy diaper were currently mooning the Vice Principal. It was Sonata’s gasp that confirmed it, forcing Aria to look back.

Vice Principal Luna was stiff, arms still outreached. Her eyes were pointed downward at Aria’s exposed diaper, pupils shrunken with confusion.

“Uh…” she managed, mouth almost curling into a humored grin before she gained control of it.

Aria’s face went red, the embarrassment so great she didn’t even rush to cover herself right away.

Silence fell over the room, as neither Luna, Aria, or Sonata moved or spoke. Aria’s giant diaper grew even larger as a presence, taking up so much space in everyone’s mind that there wasn’t room for anything else.

Finally, Adagio snapped Aria from her trance. Not with assistance, but with a groan. Aria looked up at her, pulling her skirt over her pampers at last.

“You morons,” Adagio groaned.
> Not in the Dress Code
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was five-thirty, but the Dazzlings weren’t going anywhere.

They were lined up at the front of the classroom. Sonata, hands clasped in front of her skirt as though she’d done something wrong, Adagio with her arms crossed in annoyance, and Aria, hanging her head to try and hide her red cheeks.

One day. They couldn’t make it one day at school before someone found out about their diapers.

Before them, Vice Principal Luna stood with her hands on her hips. Beside her, Principal Celestia, called in to deal with this… unique situation.

The silence in the room was heavy.

Finally, Celestia sighed. “Well, let me see them.”

Aria’s face tightened. She knew what it was the principal meant, but she was not eager to show off her padding again. Thankfully, Sonata was. The girl lifted her skirt, revealing the plain white diaper wrapped around her waist.

Luna’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you too?”

“Uh huh!” Sonata nodded. “We all—”

“Sonata!” Adagio growled through her teeth. But it was too late.

“All of you, then?” Principal Celestia blinked in surprise.

Aria clenched her jaw, but had finally surrendered her dignity. She pulled her skirt up stiffly, exposing her diaper and plastic pants to the principals.

“I see.” Celestia tightened her lip before turning to Adagio. “And you too?”

Adagio glared, but tugged up her skirt and revealed her pampers to the women, and the blue and white striped panties she had desperately tried to use to cover them. “Yes,” she grumbled.

“Umm… okay then.” Celestia seemed to be thinking for a moment. 

Luna, on the other hand, was starting to grow red in the cheeks herself. “You can cover yourselves again, girls,” she managed.

Aria and Adagio gratefully dropped their skirts, faces flushed and frustrated. Sonata seemed a little more reluctant to lower hers, but did so anyway. She must’ve been worried they were already in enough trouble as is.

“Can we go now?” Adagio huffed, looking away. As if that would hide her blush.

“Hold on,” Principal Celestia said. “I’m afraid I don’t understand. What exactly is the meaning of this? Why are you all wearing… um… those undergarments?”

“It’s none of your business,” Adagio snapped.

“We aren’t potty trained,” Sonata said.

Adagio stamped her foot, practically shouting through her clenched jaw. “Sonata!”

Vice Principal Luna snorted, not catching herself in time. Aria clenched her fist, absolutely livid. This woman was laughing at them, when not even two weeks ago she’d been their puppet. Life just wasn’t fair.

“O-kay…” Principal Celestia seemed at a loss for words. Granted it was a little difficult to process. If she were just another high schooler, Celestia would’ve been free to laugh her ass off at them. But she was an adult. An authority figure. She had to maintain some sense of compurse. “Well that’s… not part of the dress code, you know.”

Luna cackled, snorting it short when she got a look. Aria groaned. 

“Really?” Adagio asked. “That’s your biggest concern here?”

“Well no, I just— I meant—”

“But if we don’t have our diapers we’d end up ruining our panties,” Sonata oh-so-helpfully pointed out.

“Sonata!” Adagio went up an octave with that one.

“I wasn’t suggesting you…” Celestia shivered. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m still processing your, um… unique predicament.”

Adagio returned to crossing her arms, face still boiling from her blush. “Whatever. Can we just go now? Detention’s over already.”

Celestia opened her mouth to respond, but Luna stepped in instead. “Now hold on there. You may be fine to leave, Ms. Dazzle. But there’s still the matter of Ms. Dusk and Ms. Blaze’s little outburst from earlier to deal with.”

Aria groaned again. “Oh come on! I am not staying another hour just because Sonata is an idiot.”

Sonata gasped. “You were the one trying to steal from me!”

“Only because you locked me in my… these things!”

Sonata stuck out her tongue. “Well if you’re just going to be a big baby about it.”

“Enough!” The Vice Principal’s voice bellowed through the room. The bickering girls had to settle down after that, but only Sonata looked particularly ashamed, as though she’d just been scolded by her mother.

Hand in her head, Principal Celestia sighed. “I’m afraid I have to agree with Vice Principal Luna on this matter. Regardless of your, uh… situations, you still broke school rules with your fight. You’ll have to stay for another hour.”

Aria cursed under her breath.

“Uh…” Adagio raised her hand. “Yeah, that won’t work. If I need a…” Her face reddened. “A little help while they’re stuck in here, what am I supposed to do?”

“A little…” Celestia’s face flushed as she realized Adagio was referring to the possibility that she might poop herself. “That’s… well… um…” she was a bumbling mess. In fairness, very little could’ve prepared her for concerns such as these. Aria would’ve been proud of the fact that the Dazzlings were difficult to deal with, if not for the fact that it involved them being stuck in diapers, that is.

“Sister, if I may,” Luna posited. “Superintendent Starswirl did recently rescind the district restrictions on corporal punishments, didn’t he?”

Aria’s eyebrows climbed her forehead. She didn’t like the sound of that.

“He did, but I don’t see what that has to—”

“Perfect!” Luna didn’t even try to hide her grin. “Then I have a solution that will make everyone happy.”

“Really?” Sonata was smiling. Was she really that stupid?

“I think I might prefer more detention,” Aria mumbled.

“Nonsense.” Vice Principal Luna pulled out a chair, sitting herself down. “I don’t expect you to wait any longer if there’s a chance you’ll have an accident.”

By now, even Celestia had picked up on her sister’s plan. “Luna, I really don’t think this will be necessary.”

“I think it’s entirely necessary,” Luna countered. “I was never satisfied with just giving them detention after everything that went down.”

Oh great. So the Vice Principal was holding a grudge against them just because of a little mind control. That made Aria even more hesitant for what was about to come.

Adagio had already taken a step back, removing herself from the whole ordeal. Apparently their truce didn’t cover something like this. At least, so long as her butt was in the clear

And that left Sonata as the odd girl out. “What’s going on?” She asked with tilted-head confusion.

Vice Principal Luna gave her lap a pat. “Come lie down right here, Sonata. I’ll show you what I have in mind.”

“Okay!” The promised explanation made Sonata seem to forget she was about to be punished. She moved almost eagerly to the Vice Principal, laying belly-down across the woman’s thighs. “Hehe! This is kind of fun!” She giggled, kicking her legs in the air.

Principal Celestia just shook her head, but made no move to stop her sister. She even took a step back, resting her hand on a classroom desk as she waited for it all to be over.

“Now, I think ten is fair. How about you, Sonata?” Luna asked.

“Okay,” the idiot idiotically agreed. “Ten what?”

Luna’s response wasn’t spoken. Instead she pulled up the girl’s skirt, exposing her padded rear. In the instant before Sonata could gasp in surprise, Luna’s hand whipped down and smacked exposed flesh.

SMACK!

“Ah!” Sonata cried

“One.” Luna’s attempt at an even voice failed to mask the sadistic pleasure she got from that. Her hand came up again.

“W-Wait!”

SMACK!

“Owie!”

“Two.”

Sonata started to squirm now. The Vice Principal had to delay her punishment just to wrangle the girl’s arms and pin them down against her back.

“Keep struggling and I’ll start my count again,” Luna warned. 

Sonata’s kicking legs slowed. Though she had half-managed to fling herself from the woman’s lap, that threat stopped her cold. Already a red mark was forming on the side of her rear.

“Good.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Another three, each hitting the same spot. The red mark gained ground against Sonata’s blue skin, and she openly screamed from the pain.

“No more!” Sonata begged as Luna’s hand shifted to the other cheek’s exposed area. “P-Please.”

“Five,” Luna counted. And her hand came down again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“A-AH!” Sonata cried.

“Ten.” Luna released her hold.

Whining in the back of her throat, Sonata pushed herself away from the Vice Principal’s lap. She winced when she stood up. Hands immediately when down to cover her battered behind, the red glowing so bright it could be seen through the cracks of her fingers.

“Oww…” Sonata sniffled, rubbing her backside. “That hurt!”

“Well that is the point of a spanking.” Luna’s eyes turned from her previous victim to her future one. “Aria, come lay across my lap.”

Having seen what’d just happened to Sonata, Aria was not feeling up to experiencing the same treatment. Seeing her fellow Siren waddle back beside her, wincing with each crinkly step, made her think more detention wasn’t such a bad thing.

“I’ll… pass,” she decided. “Another hour here doesn’t seem so bad.”

Principal Celestia coughed behind her. Looking back, Aria could feel her chances at a longer detention slipping away. Celestia’s reluctant, yet firm, look told her as much.

“I’m afraid we just can’t have that,” Celestia said. “If you’re Ms. Dazzle and Ms. Dusk leave and you uh… need to relieve yourself, there will be no one here to change you.” Aria’s face burned. Celestia looked beyond her to her sister. “Unless you—”

“Absolutely not,” Luna cut her off. “I don’t get paid enough for my current job.”

Aria scowled at her. Oh so happy to spank them, but the second things got a little messy and she was ducking away from even the mention of it.

“Aria, just allow my sister to dispense her… chosen punishment, and you may go home.”

Growling in the back of her throat, Aria tried to fight down her reddening cheeks. “Alright, fine!” She threw her hands up in defeat.

So what if it was humiliating? It couldn’t be that bad. Sonata may still be sniffling in the corner, but she was a complete wimp compared to Aria. She was sure she’d be fine.

She lay across Vice Principal Luna’s lap with a scowl. After all, saying she’d be fine didn’t mean she’d enjoy what was to come. Aria felt her skirt lift up, revealing her padded shame once again. She tried to keep her face from glowing red, crossing her arms and looking away.

“Hmm…” Luna gripped the plastic pants for a moment, the lock clinking loudly.

“Hey, watch—iiiiiiiiiittt!” Aria squealed as the Vice Principal suddenly yanked the pants, and her diaper, upward. Padding flooded the Siren’s nethers, bunching up as it ran out of space to move. She was being wedgied while wearing the worst possible underwear imaginable.

“Sorry, just needed a little more room,” the Vice Principal explained. And then her hand came down.

SMACK!

Aria hadn’t realized her wedgie had left so much of her bottom exposed. Even after the first hit, when the sting of the slap set in and her flesh rippled from the impact, she was still more distracted by the padding growing taught between her inner thighs.

“H-Hey!” Aria whined, her face burning. She heard a very Adagio snicker from across the room, but before she could turn to glare her next spank hit.

SMACK!

This time Aria felt it. She felt the pain.

Maybe the first had just been a warm-up, or maybe it had just gotten her rear nice and tender. Either way, when Luna’s hand came down for the second strike, right on the spot where the first had landed, Aria yelped in pain.

SMACK!

A third in the same spot. Tears sprung to Aria’s eyes. She squirmed to get away, but only doomed herself.

SMACK! SMACK!

The two blows were a warning: Don’t move. Aria froze after them, despite the pain radiating from her butt. It only seemed to grow while she stayed still. And then Luna shifted focus to the other cheek.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AAH!”

Four blows in as many seconds. Aria bit her tongue in half trying to hold back another scream. She couldn’t let herself show weakness in front of these two women.

“Annnd ten.”

SMACK!

Aria cried out, showing plenty of weakness. That last blow seemed to have some extra force put behind it. A little going away present from Luna’s hand to Aria’s butt.

“All done,” Vice Principal Luna said, letting the girl on her lap scramble to her feet.

Aria pushed down her diaper, finally freeing herself from the wedgie the older woman had given to her. It made her wince, as the padding now pressed against her freshly wounded rear. She actually sniffled.

“Well, I think that’s all the punishment you’ll need for today.” Luna looked to her sister. “Unless you had something else for them.”

“I don’t believe so.” Celestia stepped away from the group in the back, while Aria took her place. She was cringing as she waddled, in the exact same situation as Sonata despite her earlier bravado.

The Principal turned to face the three of them, but couldn’t make eye contact with the two battered girls. Her fellow administrator stood, a lot more confident about what had just happened. The smile on her face said it all; she had really enjoyed a little bit of revenge against the Dazzlings. But the hunger in her eyes said more; there was still one left she would’ve like to punish.

But Adagio didn’t rise to the bait, instead crossing her arms and looking away for the time being. Seeing her fellow Sirens spanked must have humbled her a bit.

“We’ll be sure to inform your teachers about you… um… situations,” Principal Celestia declared. “It—”

“Absolutely not!” Adagio jumped in.

Celestia blinked in surprise. “Uh… but surely you’ll want them to understand if you suddenly need to go in the middle of class. I don’t expect you three to need hall passes until you’re… well…”

“Potty trained,” Luna filled in, all too happily.

Celestia coughed. “Right.”

“We’ll handle it ourselves,” Adagio snapped through clenched teeth. She grabbed Sonata’s wrist in one hand, Aria’s in another. “Let’s go,” she growled, pulling them forward.

“I— If you insist…” Celestia relented. She let the girls leave undeterred. After all, it was five-forty. Detention was over for today.

Aria bit her lip, her red race wincing in pain with each step. Her diaper already gave her a little waddle, but now that her cheeks were glowing red it practically forced her to toddle to avoid making the pain worse.

Part of her couldn’t believe Adagio had just passed up an opportunity to make their miserable lives at this school a little bit easier, but she also understood. No way she wanted all of her teachers finding out about their diapers. It was bad enough the Principals knew. If anyone else learned about it, it would only make there school year worse, not better.

“Do we have ice at home?” Sonata sniffled as she rubbed her butt.

“Probably,” Adagio grumbled, still leading them through the hall. Her pace quickened, and the paddled Sirens struggled to keep up. “And quit crying. It was your own fault.”

“Aria started it,” Sonata whined.

“Only cause you—”

“Hey!” Adagio barked, cutting off their bickering. “Both of you just can it until we get home, alright?”

Aria wanted to protest, but she also didn’t want to risk Adagio snapping and trying her own hand at spanking her. Their truce was tenuous enough as is.

She stayed quiet the whole walk home, clenching her jaw through the searing pain that was her backside. It wasn’t easy, that wedgie had screwed up her usual snug padding to the point where it was riding up against her tender rear, but she put up with it all the same. Her rage never did cease, however.

One thing was for sure; she never wanted to get spanked by Vice Principal Luna ever again.
> Cheer Up
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

An hour later, Aria peed herself.

Predictably, the when and why of her need to go was still unpredictable for her. It just started pouring out while she was struggling with her math homework. First a little, then a lot. Her diaper soaked it up, turning her padding spongy and damp.

When it happened, she just froze, unable to do anything while her now aching butt grew wet and warm. It actually made her spanked bottom feel a bit better, the now squishy padding even softer than before, but she would never admit that. Instead, she bolted out of her seat with a squish upon finishing. “Eewwww!”

She waddled out of her room, each step eliciting a wince, but it was hard to tell if it was from the piss or the spanks. The stale stench of her pee did nothing to help things. Aria was wrinkling her nose by the time she called out, “Sonata!”

“Yes?” A blue face poked out of the room down the hall.

Aria pointed to her skirt. Sonata tilted her head in confusion.

Groaning, Aria lifted her skirt, revealing her padding. The purple tint of the plastic pants didn’t make it obvious right away, but with effort one could see the damp stain on the crotch of Aria’s diaper.

“Oh!” The idiot sparked to life at the sign of a used diaper. “You went potty!”

Aria clenched her jaw. “Could you say it any louder?” she growled. “I don’t think Adagio heard you.”

Sonata blinked. “Oh, okay.” Leaning even further out her room she yelled, “Adagio! Aria peed herself again!”

A sharp laugh cut through the house.

Veins bulged on Aria’s forehead and neck, clenched fists shaking. She barely held back her anger. Fair is fair, that one’s on me. Should have seen it coming. But even acknowledging that took several measured breaths.

“Just…” Nope, still too angry to talk. She swallowed the mounting rage to finally say “change me already!”

“Sure thing, Ari.” Sonata finally stepped all the way out of her room, and right into Aria’s striking range. But the purple Siren let the opportunity pass by, if only barely. Getting out of her soggy diaper was just a little more important than beating Sonata to a pulp. A little.

Sonata took her hand and led her into the bathroom. “Lie down, please,” she said, ducking under the sink to fetch her changing supplies.

With a sigh, Aria found herself on the floor, stretching out across cool, octogon-shaped tiles. Her diaper squished against her plastic pants while she pulled up her skirt. “Just be quick okay? And none of that baby powder stuff, either!”

“But what if you get a rash?” Sonata asked. A glare answered her. “Okay, fine.”

Plastic wrinkled as a diaper was pulled free from its packaging. A tub of wet wipes hit the ground next to Aria, and the bathroom’s trash can was pulled up alongside Sonata. Finally, all of the set up was in place. Aria breathed her first sigh of relief in a while. Then Sonata outstretched her hand.

“Alright, give me the key.”

Ice entered Aria’s veins. “What?”

“The key,” Sonata reiterated. She wiggled her fingers. “You know, the one that unlocks your pants?”

The plastic offenders crinkled as Aria shot up. “I don’t have it!” she screamed. “You have it!”

Sonata’s lips pursed in a worried frown. “But… you took it from me, didn’t you?”

Aria’s eyes widened. She remembered taking the key alright, but it had been knocked from her hand when they’d fallen to the ground in a tussle. She’d just assumed Sonata had picked it up at some point. But if she hadn’t...

Aria’s head hit the ground, the thump masked by her groan. “It’s still at school!” she cried.

“Oh.” Sonata blinked. “Uh oh…”

“Yeah, ‘uh oh’, idiot!” Aria growled. Despair had already turned to anger, and she had to direct that somewhere. “Why didn’t you get it?”

“You were the one that wanted it so bad!” Sonata deflected. Her hand reached down to rub her rear. “And beside, my butt hurt.”

“It’s gonna hurt again real soon if you don’t—”

“Hey!” Adagio barked from the bathroom door. Her sudden appearance jolted Aria out of her rage, for a second. “What’s going on here?”

Almost instinctively, they both pointed at each other.

“Aria’s being mean again—”

“—She lost the key back at school—”

“—It wasn’t my fault—”

“—and now I can’t get changed—”

“—those spanks really hurt—”

“—because she’s an idiot!”

Adagio ground her teeth together. Their shouting match must have gotten old the minute it started, because she stomped her foot on the ground and yelled, “ENOUGH!”

Their mouths snapped shut. Adagio wasn’t the leader for nothing. “You two seriously need to cool it with the fighting.”

Sonata pointed. “But she—“

“I don’t care!” Adagio cut her off. “I do not care who started it. Words cannot describe how little I care.”

Sonata’s finger curled down. “Okay…”

Aria started to stand, wincing as her wet padding groped her undercarriage. “Whatever, I’ll just find some scissors and get this thing off.” She’d be happy to rid herself of the cursed plastic pants once and for all.

It was a dream that lasted all of a moment.

“Oh no you don’t,” Adagio snapped.

“What?” Aria snapped. “Why not?”

“You need to be able to wear them again. I still don’t trust you to keep your diapers on.”

Aria scoffed. Some truce they had. “Then Sonata can just buy another one.”

The idiot lit up at the prospect. “Yay! Dagi, I can get you a pair too if—“

“You’re not wasting anymore money on this baby junk,” Adagio barked. She’s already confiscated Sonata’s credit card, so she meant it.

“So what am I supposed to do then?” Aria growled. She indicated to her wet diaper. “I’m not spending all night in this thing.”

Adagio sighed. “Yeah, I kinda figured that much.”

“So? Aria demanded. Her damp padding was riding up against her crotch. If she didn’t get a solution soon, she was going to claw this thing off her with her bare hands.

Another sigh. “We’ll go and get the key then.” Adagio’s frown was prominent, but her words weren’t sarcastic, just reluctant.

“Excuse me?” Aria clenched her fists. “You want me to walk all the way back to school in this thing?” Her diaper squished at even the slightest movement. “Not. Happening.”

“Well it’s either that, or you stay in that thing all night,” Adagio stated. “What’s it gonna be?”

Aria’s throat was too dry to respond. She fidgeted in thought, bringing her knees together to test the sensation of her wet diaper once more. It was still awful. There was no way she was going to wait until they were back in detention tomorrow to get changed. Not to mention who knew what would happen down there until then.

“How are we even going to get in?” Aria asked. “School’s probably closed by now, right?”

“Oooh! We can sneak in!” Sonata suggested. “Like ninjas!”

That gave both Aria and Adagio pause. Sonata was the least ninja-like person they knew, and after one thousand years, that was really saying something. They shared a look.

“It’s just going to be me and Aria,” Adagio decided. She grabbed a handful of purple arm and led Aria out of the bathroom before the first complaint could even be lodged.

“Awww!” Sonata whined as the two sped away.

Aria breathed a sigh of relief. At least she’d be free of that idiot for a little while. But just keeping up with Adagio made her sopping diaper jostle against her inner thighs. Aria’s face was transfixed in a cringe. It looks like they were really doing this.






“Seriously, how are we going to get in?” Aria asked. 

Canterlot High barely had a pulse. A few lights were on still from teachers stuck grading papers, janitors could be seen from the windows, and the faint calls of cheerleading practice could be heard all the way around the back. Three select groups of people that were still allowed to be here at this hour, and the two Sirens belonged to none of them.

If they were caught snooping around school after hours, it wouldn’t be pretty. And considering they couldn’t get anymore detention than they already had, that most likely meant another trip over the Vice Principal’s lap. Aria’s wet bottom winced at the memory.

“I’ll think of something,” Adagio said, quoting herself from the last time Aria has asked.

The entire walk here they’d been failing to brainstorm. Aria at least had an excuse, her diaper distracting her from even the most basic of thoughts. She couldn’t do anything as long as the squishy padding was licking at her nethers. But Adagio? She had no excuse. And if Aria learned she’d been dragged out here on a fool’s errand, she might just lose it.

“You better think quickly,” Aria growled. Her warm piss had already settled and cooled. Now it was just clammy against her hindquarters, which was somehow even worse than before.

Another call from behind the school, something from the cheerleader horde about Wondercolt’s being the best. But it drew Adagio’s attention nonetheless.

“Come on,” she demanded, taking the lead.

They circled around the school, Aria all the while wondering what the plan was supposed to be. But really, as the robotic chants from the cheer team grew louder, it should have become obvious.

“All right girls,” coach Spitfire blew her whistle at a shaky pyramid of cheerleaders. “Hit the showers.”

Adagio pressed herself against the brick wall, leering at the crowd from behind a corner. She pushed Aria against it too, the poor girl’s soggy rear squishing as it made contact. She groaned, and was shushed.

“What are we even waiting for?” Aria grumbled.

She got her answer when the back door of the school was opened and the cheer team poured inside. At the last second, Adagio rounded the corner and shoved her foot in the door before it closed. A way in.

Aria breathed a sigh of relief, shuffling forward in her wet pamps. At least there was something of a plan after all.

They waited a good minute before tailing the cheerleaders. The less chance they had to be discovered the better. That’s what Aria kept telling herself anyway, as pee-soaked padding rubbed against her inner thighs.

“Okay,” Adagio nudged the door back open and waved her in. “Let’s go.”

They slipped in, finding themselves just behind the gym. Locker rooms to the right, a hallway out to their left. Running water and gossiping girls filled the otherwise silent stillness.

“Finally.” Aria turned left, ready to make her beeline to the detention room and find her key. Adagio grabbed her shoulder.

“Hold it,” she barked, keeping her voice low.

Aria wanted to screech. “What?” she demanded. “What now?”

“We need to be careful,” Adagio whisper-hissed. “If anyone sees us we’re going to be in trouble.” Aria’s sore bottom ached. She knew what that meant. “And keep your voice down!”

“Fine!” Her voice lowered. “What’s your bright idea, then?”

Adagio tapped her foot, eyes darting around the room. Her head turned toward the locker rooms. “Come one.”

She slinked down to the girl’s locker room. Aria squished after her. She could manage her voice, but there was nothing to do for the soggy crinkling of her diaper and plastic pants combo. Cheeks red, she tugged her skirt down.

Adagio peeked into the room, motioning for Aria to follow as she ducked in. A few crinkles later, Aria had joined her.

The locker room was connected to the showers, just one door down. Steam was rising and the chatty cheerleaders were louder than ever now. Their uniforms littered the room around them, on the floor or the few seats available, hastily stripped off for that post-workout shower.

Curiosity gnawed at Aria. What good was this place to them? It wasn’t like there was a secret passage through the school squirreled away back here. It was a dead end! They weren’t any closer to the key like this.

“Hey!” She whispered through her teeth. “What’s your bright idea.”

Adagio plucked a cheerleading uniform from the floor, holding it against her body to measure the size. “This,” she said, turning around.

Two and two made four.

Aria was not happy.

“Are you kidding!” Her voice climbed a few decibels. Adagio snapped her hand over her fellow Siren’s mouth.

“Shhh!” She hissed. 

Aria pushed the hand down. “Are you kidding!” She repeated, with a measured anger that was easier to keep low.

“Wish I was,” Adagio groaned. “Unless you have a better idea, that is.”

“I’m sure there’s tons!”

“Really?” Adagio huffed. “Name one that’s better. At least this way… from a distance, nobody with question us being at school still. They’ll just think we’re still here for cheer practice.”

“You—” Words caught in Aria’s throat. It was hard to complain against that logic. It was… pretty weak logic, but that was still better than anything Aria was going to come up with anytime soon. If it even made one janitor shrug and look the other way, then would it be worth it?

“So hurry up” Adagio tossed a second outfit at her. “We should have plenty of time to be there and back before those airheads finish their shower.”

“Fine!” Aria wasn’t happy about it, but, “fine!”

She turned her back to Adagio as the girl began to strip down. Aria had to take off her clothes too, but wasn’t looking forward to it. First her skirt, then her shirt. Soon she was in nothing but her bra and plastic pants, the diaper underneath sticking out like a wet, sore thumb. It made her cringe with every movement, pressing it’s soft dampness against her whichever way it liked. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, it made every second suffering.

Finally, Aria tugged the sweaty cheerleader uniform over her head. It was tight, maybe a size too small. Fabric squeezed her chest and gripped her stomach, the skirt daintily swishing as it came down.

She hated it.

Turning back around, Aria caught a glimpse of Adagio’s stomach as she pulled down her own disguise. The skit flopped down over her diaper… over half her diaper.

Aria’s eyes widened, and she looked down. The purple plastic of her pants was plainly visible beneath the skirt. The stupid thing did absolutely nothing to hide her diaper!

“That’s it!” she squeaked. “I’m not doing this!”

Adagio was blushing as she realized the massive hole in her plan. Even the panties she wore over her own padding did nothing to counteract the way it bulged out from underneath the skirt. She yanked it down, but the seat of her padding was just too cumbersome to overcome. Looking up, Adagio saw Aria already taking the uniform off.

“Oh no you don’t!” she snapped, slapping the fabric back down. “We’re doing this now, while we still have a chance.”

“I’m not walking around with this… thing exposed!” Aria cried.

“Then… here!” Adagio dropped to the floor again and came up with something new. Pom-poms. 

Another discarded piece of cheerleader crap. Aria was about to snark, but Adagio was already demonstrating her plan. One held in front, the other behind. The loose, stringy material actually managed to hide her massive diaper butt.

Aria wasn’t happy about it. The prospect of scampering around school dressed like cheerleaders already wasn’t appealing to her, but now they’d have to cover themselves the entire time? Adagio had surely lost it.

“No wa—” A glowering look from Adagio cut her off.

The Siren leaned in, her few extra inches over Aria effectively letter her tower over the girl. “I’m still the boss,” she growled. “So do as I say.”

Aria’s face slipped into a scowl. Of course Adagio still felt that way. Their truce today really meant so little to her? Was it really just a way of keeping Aria in line so she didn’t challenge the “one true leader” anymore?

“Grrr…” There was a lot Aria wanted to say and do right now. Insults, slap fights, hair pulling, swears… all of it tempting. But then her soaked padding squished again, and she was reminded of their situation. Now wasn’t the time. The key, her change, came first. “Okay.”

Aria snatched up her own pair of pom-poms and practiced covering her dignity to appease Adagio. It worked.

They through their clothes in their gym lockers for safe keeping, and finally began moving into the school proper. The detention room was all the way on the other side of campus. They’d have a lot of covering to do and a lot more waddling to put up with before they were home free.

“Ready?” Adagio asked as they came to the hallway to the gym.

“You’re the worst,” Aria grumbled.

“Yeah?” Adagio hiked up her padding, pom-poms in place. “Well so are you.”
> The Flimsiest Alliance
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

crinkle crinkle crinkle crinkle

squish squish

crinkle crinkle crinkle crinkle

squish squish squish

It was the only sounds the two heard for quite some time. Neither wanted to talk as they waddled their way through the school. And boy did they waddle.

Empty as the halls were, they were free to spread their legs as far as possible and try to avoid touching or rubbing up their diapers all that much, like they often did at home. It was shameful to admit that they’d gotten pretty good at toddling around these past few days, but that’s just the way their lives had been going.

Aria’s cheerleader skirt swished back and forth. Her pom poms bounced with each step. Her plastic pants and soggy diaper fondled her even with her spread gait.

The past few days gave it a run for its money, but she was pretty sure she’d never looked more ridiculous than she did in this moment.

She pressed the pom poms against her plastic pants, convinced they were doing nothing to hide her wet diaper.

In front of her, Adagio was mirroring her awkward stance, one hand in front, one behind. The bouncy pom poms would probably call more attention to them than their diapers would. At least from far away the padding could be missed, but the way they struggled to hide them could easily turn a few heads. Still, Aria would rather not take that chance.

Adagio rounded a corner. Aria was about to follow, but her fellow Siren jumped back suddenly. Knocked back, Aria tumbled to the ground and landed on her rear.

squish. 

Aria’s face burned as soggy padding invaded her inner thighs.

“H-Hey!” she cried up at Adagio. “Watch it, will ya?”

“Shh!” Adagio fired back, finger over her mouth. She was hugging a wall of lockers now, almost afraid to peer around the corner again. Aria needed only a half second before her heart was in her throat.

Someone was there.

She scrambled to her feet, pom poms guarding her crotch and butt once again. Nevermind the bunched up, damp diaper still mashing into her privates, she had to hide.

SLAM!

She was against the lockers. Made too much noise, though. Adagio glared daggers at her for it, but the way Aria’s heart was thumping, she couldn’t really care.

“Shh!” Adagio hissed again.

“Who is it?” Aria asked.

Adagio’s mouth tightened, probably hadn’t been able to get a good look before hiding. She peeked around the corner. “Janitor.”

Aria tapped her foot. “Cleaning?”

Another look. “Yeah.”

Crap. That hallway was were the detention room was located. If they couldn’t get down there, then…

Aria shifted both pom poms to guard her front, now that her back was too the lockers. They may be hiding here for a while.

Except they were just too… exposed here. Big empty hall, who knows how many other janitors wandering around, and plenty of other ways for this to go wrong. What was Adagio thinking, assuming they could just waltz in here dressed like cheerleaders? It was like she was trying to get them humiliated.

Or just me…

Anger suddenly welled up inside Aria at the realization. Of course! So that was Adagio’s plan. Get her stuck in a compromising position and just bolt. Leave her to be found out by the custodians, spanked by the VP again, and probably force her to walk home in her exposed, wet diaper while wearing this stupid outfit. 

How could she not see it earlier? Not letting her tear up the plastic pants. Hunting for a key she probably didn’t even intend to find. This whole thing had been a set up!

Her fist clenched, and she drilled the back of Adagio’s head while the girl looked over the corner again. So much for their truce after all! It really must’ve been a way to mollify Aria long enough for Adagio to deal the final blow.

Well it wasn’t going down like that. Not this time.

Adagio reached back and grabbed Aria’s wrist. “Come on, I have an idea.”

Aria yanked her wrist back. “No.”

Adagio froze like she was on a sheet of ice. Her glare pulled her head back around so it could bore into Aria. “What?”

“I said no.” Her voice cracked. Aria didn’t realize standing her ground was going to be so difficult. 

“And I said I have an idea, so come on.” It wasn’t a request.

“I’m not going out there looking like this!” Aria said. It was an excuse that should work. She couldn’t have Adagio figuring out that she knew what was really going on here. “You’re at least dry, so if you like your idea so much just do it yourself!”

There, that would get her. No way Adagio would actually—

“Ugh! Fine.” She finally let go of Aria’s wrist. “Don’t be such a baby about it.”

Aria blinked. Any insult she could snap back with caught in her throat. Adagio was… actually going to do this?

Peeling herself from the lockers, Adagio slapped the pom poms back into place and waddled out from around the corner.

She’s actually going to do this. A twinge of guilt hit Aria as she watched her fellow Siren expose herself. Apparently she actually did have an idea to get rid of the janitor after all. But that guilt didn’t last, knowing she was still planning to humiliate Aria in some way while they were here. Maybe she just wanted a bigger audience is all.

“Hey, like, one of the girls threw up in the locker room and it’s super grody. Can you, like, take care of that?” 

Aria was completely caught off guard by that. She peeked around the corner and into the hall, watching Adagio as she struggled to act like an airheaded cheerleader. It wouldn’t have fooled most people, but a tired janitor who was already a little out of it? Yeah, that was just enough.

He sighed, and muttered something, Adagio pointing him off. She even made sure he went the opposite direction so there was no chance he would see Aria.

She watched him push his little mopping cart away, waiting until he was long out of sight to turn around at the pair of prying eyes on the other end. “You owe me. Big time.” Adagio gestured for her to come out.

Aria clenched her jaw. So now Adagio considered her in her debt? That wasn’t exactly preferable to being exposed in front of some random janitor. Maybe she’d made a mistake.

Either way, Aria scampered to join Adagio in front of the detention room. They had great timing, the janitor only having just unlocked it to clean. A well placed foot on Adagio’s end had kept the door open just for them.

“Come on,” Adagio said, waving her in as she kept watch.

They were both in in an instant, slamming the door behind them. The unlit room was just how they’d left it not a few hours earlier, and there was still enough light leaking through the windows to see. Throwing down their pom poms, both girls relaxed a little for the first time since they entered the building, but Adagio more than Aria.

She still had a feeling her fellow Siren was plotting something just to ruin her. Maybe she was going to hide the key to the plastic pants if she found them first. Or lock her in this room all night and leave her at VP Luna’s mercy come morning. No matter what, though, Aria wouldn’t let it happen.

She thought back to her tussle with Sonata just a few hours prior. Where her hand was when she dropped the key, what direction it could have gone. Already she had a good idea of where it was. But Adagio didn’t need to know that.

“Check under here,” Aria said, smacking the top of the classroom’s teacher’s desk. She was already moving away before Adagio could respond, but thankfully she just groaned and didn’t complain.

Soon both were on their hands and knees, one peering under desks and the other making her way to the back wall.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, Aria couldn’t deny that crawling was a lot easier to do in her diaper than walking around was. Though it still chased her around with crinkles and squishes, the soggy padding wasn’t riding up against her crotch this way.

It took only a few seconds for Aria to find it. The key had slid all the way across the floor until it kissed the brick of the wall, and there it had waited until now, when Aria finally wrapped her fingers around it.

Yes! It took everything in her power not to cheer. Instead, she closed her fist around the small key and slowly stood up.

Looking back, she saw Adagio still bent over, back turned and arms scanning beneath the desk. Her cheerleader skit had flopped back, forfeiting what little cover it had given her massive, crinkly diaper. Like a full moon, the white material shined obviously in the low light. Still clean, that lucky jerk.

Aria had long grown fed up with the squishy padding between her legs, but even with the key in hand she still wouldn’t be able to get changed until they got home. Not with Sonata and all the supplies left behind. She grimaced. That had definitely been the right choice, but it was hard to be patient with urine-soaked padding was constantly fondling her.

“You find it yet?” Came the voice from behind Adagio’s padded rump.

“No!” Aria lied, turning to the window. “Keep looking!”

Now was her chance. She wasn’t going to get caught up in whatever it was Adagio had planned for her.

Two tiny clicks, barely audible, unlocked the window. The perfect escape from this school as far as Aria was concerned. No chance to run into anymore people, and it easily allowed her to ditch Adagio.

Slowly and carefully, she pulled the window up. The noise was minimal, but the room was silent. Aria froze, knowing Adagio would hear her if she wasn’t careful.

Come on, think. She racked her brain. What can I do that will make enough noise to cover this, but not draw her attention?

She shifted the weight on her hips as she thought, diaper squishing.

Wait a minute…

Oh… oh no…

She knew what she had to do. But she wasn’t going to like it.

One hand on the window, Aria kept it still while her other reached for the waist of her plastic pants. She got a firm grip on them, pausing for just a moment to breathe before she started.

This wasn’t going to be pretty, but surely it was better than whatever Adagio had planned for her.

crinkle squish crinkle crinkle squish squish squish

Aria cringed, but kept jostling her diaper every which way. It was disgusting, the wet padding slapping against her butt, her privates… everywhere! She couldn’t stop her face from growing redder and redder. But this had to be done.

crinkle crinkle squish squish squish crinkle crinkle

She pushed the window up, now unburdened by the noise it made. It was difficult to do with just one hand, but after a while she was gaining inches. Then…

crinkle crinkle squish clack squish squish

The window hit a snag. Try as Aria might, she couldn’t push it up any further.

No no no! Her hand left her diaper. She did not spend all that time squishing it just to be denied! She glanced back to Adagio.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s under here.” She was starting to stand up. This was bad.

Aria made a snap judgement. The window looked open enough after all. She could fit in a pinch. And this was definitely a pinch.

Her clenched fist dug the teeth of the key into her skin. At least she still had that on her. Aria bent down and shoved her head through the slot of open window. She was getting out of here. Now!

One arm. Two. Her chest. Her gut, sucked in. Now her hips…

Uh oh.

Her legs pushed off the ground to give her a boost, but it was too little too late.

crinkle crinkle squish

Her hips were caught between the window sill and the ledge. Her front half dangling outside, her back half kicking violently inside. That darn cheerleader skirt had flown up on her, exposing her wet pampers and crinkly protection pants just to make this moment even better.

“Ergh!” Aria pushed against the window, trying to free herself. But at this angle, there was no going out or coming back in. “Err! Gah!”

“What are you doing?”

Aria’s blood suddenly ran cold. Looking back, she saw Adagio standing at the window, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

Her whole stomach flopped. And while it was busy doing that, Aria just hung there slack-jawed. By the time it finished flopping, way too much time had passed for this to not be awkward.

As if it never was, she thought bitterly. Then she shook her head. No, this wasn’t her fault. She was just trying to get away from whatever awful thing Adagio had cooked up for her.

“I’m going home!” Aria declared, kicking her legs to try and propel herself free.

“Out the window?” Adagio said slowly.

“Y-Yeah!” Why couldn’t her face just stop being red?

“What about the key?” Adagio asked.

Aria held it up, guiltily. 

“Uh-huh…” Adagio just observed the whole picture in front of her. She smirked.

“Shut up!” Aria screamed, not caring who might hear her. “Just shut up!”

Adagio almost flinched, but caught herself. “Geeze, calm down.”

“I won’t!” Aria shouted. “Because I know you were going to do something to me tonight and go back on our truce!”

“Do something to you,” Adagio repeated. “You mean like, help you find the key so you can get a diaper change?”

“You know what I mean!” Aria snapped. “Making me keep these stupid pants on, forcing me to dress up like a cheerleader so you can humiliate me somehow. You were going to do something!”

“Oh my seas, are you serious right now?” Annoyance laced Adagio’s voice. “I wasn’t going to do anything you idiot.”

“Yeah?” Of course she’d deny it. “Prove it then.”

Adagio slammed her hand on the window. Aria flinched. Her fellow Siren sighed, and gestured to herself. “I’m here, aren’t I? I came all the way back to school to help you, didn’t I? I risked exposing myself in front of that janitor for you, didn’t I? I dressed up like a cheerleader too, because I thought it would help you. And now I’m here, searching for a key you’ve apparently already found, when any minute someone could walk through that door and get us both a trip over VP Luna’s knee. Why would I go through all of that to try and humiliate you?”

“Because…” Aria’s voice caught in her throat. “Because… you weren’t going to…” she realized.

“Uh, no duh.” Adagio groaned her head into her hand. “We have a truce, don’t we? Did you think I’d want one just to hurt you?”

“It seems like the kind of thing you’d do,” Aria pointed out.

“Well…” Adagio couldn’t rightly deny that. “Not in the situation we’re in, at least. As long as we’re stuck in… diapers…” she shuddered. “We’ve got to look out for each other. That’s why I’m here, you big moron.”

Aria looked away to the grass. She’d have crossed her arms, but at this angle it would be too awkward.

“Then why am I still wearing these things?” Aria grumbled.

“What?”

“Why am I still in these stupid plastic pants?” She wiggles her butt so they’d crinkle in Adagio’s face. “If everything’s supposed to be good between us then why won’t you let me take them off?”

“Because,” Adagio voice bit through the glass. “If you take off your diapers again and have an accident in public, you could expose all of us! And I don’t know about you, but life in this dimension is already miserable enough. We don’t need the whole school, or the whole town, or the whole world knowing about our little secret, alright?”

“I know that,” Aria pouted. “I wasn’t going to be stupid about it. I just…”

“Just what?”

Aria’s lips twitched. “I just want to feel normal again.”

Adagio closed her mouth. She looked down, to the right, up to the ceiling. Anywhere else.

“Me too.”

Aria wiped a tear she didn’t even realize had climbed down her face. She looked back up through the window at Adagio. For the first time in a long time, she felt some camaraderie with her fellow Siren.

“When we get home,” Adagio said. “You can take those things off for good.”

Aria actually sniffled. What the heck was wrong with her, anyway? “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Adagio put both hands under the window. “We have to get home without being seen first.”

She put all her strength against the window, the frame shuddering but refusing to budge.

“It’s jammed,” Aria explained.

“Obviously,” Adagio gasped, releasing her grip.

“Just try to push me through,” Aria said. “I’m almost out.”

“Okay.” Hands on Aria’s legs, Adagio tried to push her forward. 

crinkle crinkle squish

“H-Hey!” Aria cried as her diaper smacked against the window sill.

“I can’t get a good grip!” Adagio complained, her fingers sliding to easily along Aria’s calves. Eventually she gave up on that. “Alright, forget it. Brace yourself.”

“Brace for whaAAAAAATTTT?!” Aria couldn’t even complete the thought, before Adagio shoved her hands right into her plastic pants.

squish squish squish

“NO!” Aria’s voice went up an octave. She didn’t even know she could still do that. Kicking her legs, she tried to push Adagio away. “Stop it!”

“Almost got it,” Adagio grumbled. Clearly she wasn’t exactly happy as her hands dug into Aria’s padded rear. Which was a shame, considering it wasn’t helping at all.

“Just, try something else!” Aria squeaked. Her face was red. Everything… everything felt so hot… The way the wet padding pushed into her… into her… And Adagio was the one…

squish squish

Gurgle

Oh no. “Adagio, I’m gonna—”

Too late. She got the warning too late, like always.

Aria filled her diaper with little fanfare. There were no loud farts or anymore stomach gurgling, just gross, messy mush pouring out of her, into her padding. Her padding that Adagio was already squishing around.

The mess hit its padded wall sooner than it should have, squishing, squelching, and squirming to move away, even as more came. The warm logs became warm goo, spreading out and coating her entire undercarriage.

“No no no no no NO!” Aria couldn’t stop it, she didn’t know how. So it all came out. She grabbed her ponytails and used them to cover her glowing face.

With no tell-tale sounds, and a pair of plastic pants to obscure the feeling, Adagio didn’t discover Aria was pooping herself until it hit her nose.

“Eeew!” Adagio ripped her hands away from Aria’s butt and covered her nose. And then, realizing where her hands hand been, shot them out as far from her face as possible.

“I couldn’t stop it!” Aria cried into her hair, the mudslide still flowing.

“That’s… urggh!” Adagio’s nose wrinkled, the rest of her face not far behind. “I am not pushing you anymore.”

“What?!” Aria poked out from her hair curtains of shame. “Then how am I supposed to get out?”

Adagio was mid-gag and couldn’t respond. She turned away from the stink. “I’ll pull you out. Give me a second and I’ll be outside.”

“I—” As ashamed as she was, Aria didn’t want Adagio to leave. She didn’t want to be alone while she was so… vulnerable.

“Relax, I’m not going to leave you,” Adagio said, the stink finally so bad she had to pinch her nose again. “But I… ugh… I gotta get away from this smell.”

Aria’s head drooped, red as a tomato. She heard Adagio leave the room but didn’t look up. She didn’t even have the energy to get mad again; this was just awful.

Her diaper swelled and sagged as the mushy presence grew. It hit the walls of her plastic prison before too long before eventually stopping. It settled against her bare bottom, keeping her sore rear warm.

Aria managed a half-hearted squirm for freedom, before giving up entirely. She was forced to wait, every second an eternity. Before even a minute had gone by, Aria had convinced herself Adagio had just abandoned her. It would make sense. That whole heart-to-heart moment they had probably went out the window the moment she took a dump in Adagio’s palms.

Stink wafted from the open window, keeping her company while she hung limply. Her face never managed to get back to its proper color.

Finally, she heard short, sharp crinkles.

Adagio appeared before her, dropping four pom poms on the ground to get her to look up.

“Alright, let’s do this.” She took hold of Aria’s arms, and pulled. It was a slow going process, Aria inching under the window crack.

Her diaper was smushed as it went through, sending shockwaves of disgust through her as mush flooded unclaimed parts of her padding. And then finally, she popped out.

“Ah!” She tumbled into Adagio, both girls falling to the ground.

They took a moment to recover, Aria quickly rolling off of Adagio. Her diaper squished against the ground and she cringed. “Eew.”

“At least we finally got you out of there,” Adagio said, standing up. Her diaper bulged from under her skirt. She was still dressed as a cheerleader!

“You didn’t get our clothes?” Aria asked.

“I stopped by, but the cheerleaders were all raising hell about some missing uniforms,” Adagio explained. She tossed two pom poms onto Aria’s lap. “Relax, we’ll get them tomorrow.”

Her sagging, brown diaper bulged from under the short cheer skirt. “I have to walk home like this?” she whined.





She had to walk home like that.

Or waddle, rather.

Her already massive diaper had swelled to new heights now that it was wet and messy. It was Aria’s first time experiencing both at once, and it seemed the universe was intent she savor it.

Her pom poms struggled to guard every things as the two toddled through the streets. The houses of their neighborhood were all dark; hopefully that meant no one saw them. 

Aria’s face had gone from red to pink. She didn’t look Adagio in the eye the whole walk home. It was just too awkward. So her diaper helpfully filled the silence with a never ending supply of squishy noises. Every step made her cringe harder.

“Finally,” came Adagio’s voice. Aria looked up and saw their home coming up on them. Somehow, they’d made it with their dignity in tact.

Aria’s diaper squished.

Well, at least Adagio had.

They climbed the steps to their door, both exhausted. Thankfully they didn’t even have to open the door, as Sonata burst out from the other side.

“There you are!” she said excitedly. She proudly displayed a small, familiar key for the two of them. “Lookie! I found a spare while you were out!”

…

“Hey, why are you girls dressed like that? Oooh! Did you join the cheerleading squad? Lucky!”

…

“W-Why do you look so angry?”
> Partners
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aria slammed her locker closed. The act was so cathartic that she unlocked it just so she could slam it shut again.

Now if only she could do that about fifty more times.

Stupid worthless history bullsh—

“Hey Ari~” Sonata invaded Aria’s thought without hesitation. And her personal space. “Watcha slammin’ for?”

Aria bit back the urge to scream. So much so that her jaw locked up. She’d still not forgiven Sonata for that stunt last night. As if she’d actually forgotten about that spare key. Sonata may be stupid but… well, she was pretty stupid.

But Aria was pretty angry.

“Buzz off,” she grumbled, breezing past her fellow Siren. Today, she definitely wasn’t in the mood to deal with her. Or anyone else for that matter.

“Uh-oh,” Sonata pulled up next to her. “Sounds like someone’s still being a Grumpy-Pants.”

“Shut it.” Aria hissed through her teeth. There were kids all around them in the halls. Kids who did not need to be learning about Sonata’s infantile nicknames for her.

“Or is it a Grumpy-Pamps instead,” Sonata wiggled her eyebrows playfully. 

A blush ignited Aria’s cheeks, before surprise morphed into rage. “I said—” Aria shoved Sonata against a row of lockers, pinning her. Not playfully. “Shut it!”

Some eyes stopped to stare, but none lingered.

Sonata shook, giddy smile dropping. “I— I’m sorry.”

Aria sighed, releasing her hold on the moron. She wasn’t going to take her anger out on Sonata. At least not in public. She had other problems to worry about.

“You’re usually only this mad when…” she gasped. Leaning in, she whispered. “Do you need a changie?”

Aria’s face burned. The fact that Sonata was attributing her temper tantrum—No, just temper—to an accident in her diapers made her feel so… infantile. It did wonders for her anger as well.

“No I—“ But Sonata’s hand was already pushing against Aria’s skirt, exploring her diaper’s crotch for wetness. “Eep!”

crinkle

Both noises felt so loud that she was certain the whole hallway had heard. She managed to slap Sonata’s hand away before eyes returned to them, at least.

“You idiot!” Aria hissed. “We’re in public!”

It was bad enough that Sonata had started doling out impromptu diaper checks at home. But here? Now? She was denser than Aria thought.

“Oopsie,” Sonata gasped. The sincerity in her voice only served to frustrate. At least if she’d been trying to embarass Aria then her anger would feel justified. “My bad.”

“My dia— my thing is clean.” Aria insisted. And it was the truth. It was a miracle that she’d made it through second period unscathed. But she had another disaster to contend with. One far worse than wetting herself.

“Aww, good for you” Sonata beamed. Was that… pride? Sonata gave her a pat on the head. If it was pride, it could stand to be a little less condescending. “But feel free to tell me if that changes. Just because you don’t have those plastic pants anymore doesn’t mean you don’t need my help from time to time.”

“Don’t remind me,” Aria growled. Needing to rely on Sonata of all people made her feel all the worse. But there wasn’t any other options. No way Adagio was ever going to change her. Even with the camaraderie they’d somewhat formed last night, it was about as likely as swimming on land.

To make matters worse, the shoe never seemed to be on the other foot, either. Sonata had accidents, sure, but she never needed her fellow Siren’s help to get changed. She could do it all by herself, practiced fingers making solo changes a breeze.

And it was only compounded by the fact that Sonata never seemed to have accidents in public. She had no doubt that moron would love the opportunity to poop herself in class, but it seemed like Sonata somehow only had her accidents at home. The most annoying part was that it seemed to frustrate the moron more than anyone else.

“So what’s got you so mad? Besides all the usual stuff, I mean,” Sonata chirped.

“Erg…” Aria chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe it would help to have someone to commiserate with. “ they’re making us do this stupid projects in history class. And for some sea-forsaken reason, I was partnered with Rainbow Dash.”

“Oh.” Sonata blinked. “Ohh…” It seemed even her thick skull could comprehend why hanging out with a Rainboom was bad.

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” Aria rolled her eyes. “No idea what Mr. Sombra was thinking. Now I have two blue idiots to deal with.”

Another blink, followed up with an innocent head tilt. “Who’s the first?”

“Ugh.” Aria rolled her eyes. And like that, she’d exhausted Sonata’s use as a misery sponge. The bell signaled it was time for them to move on anyway.

Happy to leave Sonata, and their conversation, behind, Aria made her way to her next class. Only she was dragged back into it with one final question.

“Hey, who did Adagio get paired with then?” Sonata called out. “You guys do have that class together, right?”

Aria paused, almost unwilling to give an answer to that. If for nothing else then the fact that she hated Adagio’s misery upstaging her own. But she did eventually turn around, the pull of the gossip too great to ignore.

“Well…”





Sunset was forcing a smile. Tugging her books to her chest, she made awkward eye contact.

Adagio packed her backpack, avoiding awkward eye contact. The old “if you ignore it then it’ll go away strategy.” A classic. So classic that Adagio was fairly certain she was its inventor in this world.

“Well… I guess we should plan a time to work on this thing together,” Sunset managed.

Adagio hoisted her bag over one shoulder. She brushed right by Sunset as if she wasn’t even there.

“Uh…” Sunset tried to call out. Adagio didn’t even slow down, leaving the other girl’s outstretched hand hanging.

The bell rang, but neither could hear it over their internal screaming.
> Friendship’s Hand
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.”
> Quick Change
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Just thirty minutes until she had to study with Sunset.

Adagio couldn’t believe how unlucky she was. She was actually jealous of Aria; Rainbow Dash was as good at ducking the Dazzlings as the Dazzlings were at ducking her. Neither partner wanted anything to do with the other on that side of things. Must be nice.

At least I won’t fail. Adagio had no idea if this project was actually going to make or break her grade in history, but it wasn’t a good idea to ignore her schoolwork. Lest she wanted to spend even more time with VP Luna, that is.

Speaking of, the school’s Vice Principal didn’t look as bored today as usual. Her eyes were actually focused on the trio before her, scanning, almost scrutinizing, them. There was an unsettling eagerness to it all. As though just behind Luna’s stern face was a smile waiting to leap out.

Undoubtedly she wanted to spank someone.

Adagio’s throat felt dry. Yesterday it had felt like the woman had taken quite a bit to the whole “corporal punishment” idea. The glee she had when smacking Aria and Sonata’s rears was… disturbing.

Adagio had already decided she would not be on the receiving end of Vice Principal Luna’s spanks. The way Aria shifted on her butt, even with an extra layer of padding, looked like she was still sore when sitting down. Adagio winced.

Twenty-nine minutes until she had to study with Sunset.

Adagio tapped her heel against the floor. Surely something could speed this up—

FFFBBLAAARRRCH!

She froze, bowels emptying into her diaper before she even knew that noise was from her.

All at once mush dumped into her padding. She didn’t react in time, and was still sitting down too. The mudslide squished between the seat and her rear, coating her butt in brown sludge.

Adagio leapt up, squealing.

FFFPPBLOORRT!

Round two, just when she thought it couldn’t get any better. 

She felt her diaper sagging under the heft of her accident, squelching as the mess inside struggled to settle. Warm, gooey mush sloshed inside its padded prison, slapping up against anything and everything in its wake.

It had been so sudden… so violent. And Adagio hadn’t even gotten a warning this time. Usually when she pooped there was some build up, however uncontrollable. It couldn’t be that her sense for this stuff was getting worse, right?

Now the stench hit her nose. Like an uppercut of stink, it made her want to gag instantly. She fought down the urge, biting her lip to gain some control over herself. She couldn’t stop her eyes from watering though.

Every muscle in her body was tightened, waiting for a potential aftershock from that earth shaking dump. But none came, leaving her to stand like a deer in the headlights while the mush settled in her bloated diaper.

Adagio blinked away the water in her eyes, and saw Vice Principal Luna looking at her. Smiling evilly.

“Goodness, you girls weren’t kidding,” she remarked. Then the smell hit her too, and she just had to gag.

To Adagio’s left, Aria was already plugging her nose, at least having the decency to look the other way. Sonata had covered her mouth. Even a few rows away, she could tell this one had been big.

Adagio’s face had never been so red in her entire millenia-spanning life. She wanted to drop dead then and there.

Coughing, Luna eventually recovered. She was pinching her own nose now, fanning away the near visible stink radiating from Adagio’s diaper.

“Alright— Urrf! Ergh.” She coughed again. “You need to be changed. Now.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Adagio shivered, jostling the slimy mess between her legs. “Ah! Fff— Sonata!”

“Coming!” At least the idiot was prepared, already raising her backpack full of supplies high in the air. 

It made Adagio want to groan. Seriously, how excited can you be to change my diaper? But she held back her complaint. At least someone was willing.

Grumbling, she side-stepped away from her desk, wincing with each crinkly squish. Adagio doubled the size of her gait, just to avoid caress of the warm mush against her inner thighs.

“Let’s go!” Sonata took Adagio’s hand and started leading her to the door. The Siren leader only flushed further, feeling like a child being led around by their mother. She jerked her arm away from Sonata and waddled independently, for whatever that defiance was good for.

And they almost made it to the door.

“Ahem!” Vice Principal Luna cleared her throat.

Adagio stopped, cringing as her mess flopped about in her padding. “What?”

Luna was tapping her foot, arms crossed. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

“The bathroom!” Sonata chirped.

“What, do you want me to get changed here?” Adagio hoped the threat would be enough to deter the VP. She really didn’t want to make good on it.

Luna waved her hand. “Oh, no. But I also don’t want you thinking this is a reprieve. You’re still in detention. I won’t have you dragging your heels just trying to get out of it.”

“I can be fast,” Sonata promised.

Luna glanced at her watch. “Five minutes. If you’re not back by then, I’ll give both of you ten spanks.”

Adagio clenched her jaw. “Excuse me?” She was not going to be treated like this. “What gives you the right?”

Luna’s eyebrow climbed her forehead. “Four minutes then.”

Now Adagio paled. Sonata’s hand snapped around her wrist. “Yes ma’am!” She cried, throwing open the door and yanking her fellow Dazzling through. The threat of another trip over Luna’s lap was a pretty good motivator for her.

“Come on, Dagi!” Sonata pulled her through the halls of Canterlot. Adagio stumbled and struggled to keep up.

“Sonata!” She snapped. Going faster meant reducing her gait, but reducing her gait meant the mess would… “Slow down!”

“Uh-uh!” She picked up the pace, an iron grip on Adagio’s wrist. The nearest bathroom was a good stretch away from the detention room.

Adagio tugged at her skirt, praying they didn’t run into anyone along the way. School had long since ended, and by now most clubs. But stragglers were always possible and she wasn’t going to give anyone a good look at her dirty backside.

squish squish squish

Though, there was nothing she could do about that.

“S-Sonata!” Adagio complained, warm mush exploring far more territory than it had any right to. 

They rounded a corner, and Sonata kicked open the bathroom door. Empty, what luck. 

Sonata finally let go, dropping to her knees and shrugging her backpack off. “Okay, lie down!” Her hurried tone betrayed her fear.

Adagio rolled her eyes, making sure the door was shut behind them. Sonata was overreacting; sure Luna’s spanks probably hurt, but were they really that bad? At least with the blue moron kicked into high gear she wouldn’t have the find out.

She waddled into the center of the room, stopping just before the sinks. Adagio grit her teeth as she lowered herself. She dipped into an awkward crab stance, doing her best not to just drop on the mud filled sack around her butt.

“Come on already!” Sonata grabbed Adagio’s skirt and tugged, in the most unhelpful way possible.

squish

Adagio’s face contorted. It was a cringe so powerful her skin almost tore. “Sonata!”

“Sorry!” Came her voice in a tone that barely meant it. Sonata was filling the floor with changing supplies, hardly paying attention. A tub of wipes and baby powder joined a fresh diaper on the tiled floor.

Grumbling, Adagio grabbed two fistfuls of her skirt and pulled it up to reveal her diaper. The brown, lumpy padding settled now that it was on solid ground. If she didn’t move, and ignored how warm it felt, Adagio could almost pretend something else had filled her diapers. 

“Okay, here we go.” Sonata peeled off the tapes. The illusion was shattered, as she opened the diaper and revealed the awful, smelly mess for what it was. Adagio almost gagged. Sonata definitely did. “Oh Dagi, nooo… It’s everywhere!”

Adagio slammed her fist against the tiles. “Yeah? And who’s fault is that?” It hadn’t been her choice to slosh and jostle her pamps all over the place.

Sonata rolled up her sleeves. “This is going to take a minute…” She plucked a wipe from the tub. Then another. And another. Then a fistful of them.

“Just hurry up!” Adagio whined.

Sonata lifted the Sirens legs up, sliding her well used diaper out of the way. Adagio’s butt had precious seconds to enjoy being free of the padding. She actually unclenched her jaw a bit at the sensation of cool air against her cheeks.

Then cold wipes found her rear and sent her yelping. “Warn me next time!” Adagio demanded.

“Sorry.” Sonata attacked the lingering muck. Adagio just stared around the room awkwardly, crossing her arms. She never knew what to do during this part, but she certainly was not going to make eye contact.

Wipe after wipe came and went. Soon Adagio was swearing Sonata had used half the tub. Normally she wouldn’t care, but with that ticking clock… “Aren’t you finished yet?”

“I’m trying!” Sonata insisted, just as much worry in her voice. “You’re very messy, okay?”

“It can’t be that bad!” Adagio fired back.

“Well you are.” Sonata put her hands on her hips. “And stop talking so much, I’m trying to change you!”

“What, you can’t listen and wipe at the same time?”

“I’m bad at multitasking and you know it!” Sonata pulled her backpack around and started to dig through it.

“Well get better now!” Adagio couldn’t believe how much time this blue idiot was wasting. How much longer did they even have now? She checked her watch, but that did a fat load of good. She hadn’t checked the time when they left, so who knows when they were supposed to be back? And Sonata still had her hands in the bag and not on the wipes. “Stop wasting time you id—mmph?!”

She nearly choked on the thing Sonata shoved in her mouth. The Siren held a finger to her lips and whispered “shhh” before returning her attention to the diaper change.

As the cold wipes returned, they snapped Adagio out of her initial surprise. Morbid curiosity seeped into her brain, all questions coming back to the same: What had Sonata put in her mouth?

Her tongue snaked around a rubbery bulb that now rested between her teeth. A plastic guard bumped up against her lips. Adagio reached up and pulled it out of her mouth, but she already knew what it was.

A pacifier.

“Sonata!” She sat up, clenching the bright pink device and fighting an even pinker blush. “What the hell?”

Sonata flinched. “I— You’re weren’t being quiet, so…”

“Errgh! I can’t believe you would even bring this thing to school with you?”

“I like it…” Sonata mumbled.

Adagio leapt to her feet, skirt falling over her barebottom

“Wait, your diaper!” Sonata exclaimed. She stood, chasing after Adagio who stalked to the nearest stall. “What are you—?”

Adagio kicked the stall door open and threw the pacifier into the toilet. Sonata’s cry of surprise was drowned out when Adagio flushed it.

“Unbelievable,” Adagio grumbled. She dusted off her hands, brushing past Sonata before lying back down on the ground.

“Aww…” Sonata frowned back at her. “That was my favorite paci.”

“I’ll let you buy a new one,” Adagio grumbled. “Now hurry up!”

With a pout, Sonata knelt back down to unfold Adagio’s fresh diaper. Her usual smile didn’t return.





They returned to detention to the sound of Luna’s tsking. Adagio was already groaning before the Vice Principal even stood up. She didn’t even need to look to know there was a wry little smile on her face.

“Five and a half minutes.” Luna tsked again. “I believe I was very clear to you girls.”

“Yes ma’am…” Adagio spat out.

“Mmhmm…” Sonata mumbled.

Luna gave a sigh that wasn’t really a sigh. Slipping her new paddle out from the desk, she twirled it in hand. She crossed to them, waving the wooden plank with an eagerness that made Sonata gulp.

“You know what I have to do now, don’t you?” Her lips poked upward in a smirk.

Oh screw you. Adagio narrowed her eyes. They knew damn well VP Luna didn’t have to do anything. But she clearly wanted to. And Adagio was only okay with sadistic pleasure when she was the one experiencing it.

Luna pointed her paddle to the girl who still had a little fire in her. “Adagio, come here.” She made the girl march to the center of the room, a chair already set up and waiting. She was so ready for a chance to redden the last Siren bottom and wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Sonata kept her head down, fidgeting with the edges of her skirt. But Adagio planned to face her fate bravely. Sure, the blue moron had cried, and even Aria was left whimpering, but she wasn’t going to give Luna the satisfaction of either.

The Vice Principal sat down. “Go ahead and remove your skirt.”

Adagio ground her teeth. They hadn’t had to do this yesterday. But she choked down her pride and slipped her skirt off. Her thighs got a taste of cold air, and she couldn’t even close them to avoid it. Her diaper enjoyed announcing its presence to the room, crinkling as she bent back up and bulging out to give her rear the roundest shape anyone had ever seen.

Luna snickered.

Adagio fired an accusatory glance her way, cheeks flushed. Choice words leapt to her tongue and the momentum almost carried them out. She barely kept her jaw clenched.

“At least you did get a change after all,” Luna mocked the white padding. “You certainly don’t smell like you did.”

Adagio’s face grew redder. It was true. A mess that big meant the stink would be trailing her for ages. One more reason to look forward to her study session later.

Luna gave her lap a pat. “Lie down.”

Adagio could help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she took her place on the older woman’s lap. She remembered not-so distant past where she used to exert that kind of control. This little role-reversal couldn’t last forever, right?

A hand gripped a fistful of padding, hoisting Adagio’s diaper up high. “H-Hey!” she cried at the sudden wedgie. Her cheeks were made vulnerable in an instant. The one possible benefit her diaper could have provided, gone.

SMACK!

“Ah!” Adagio cried out. Already, she’d lost. The surprise ripped away her chance to be the immovable wall to Luna’s spanks.

“One.” Luna said as the sting began to set in. Fire spread over her butt. It wasn’t even—

SMACK!

“Errf!” Adagio swallowed that one. 

“Two.”

SMACK!

Her flesh rippled at the impact. Adagio bit her lip, not making a sound for that one. But the illusion was already shattered.

Sonata still wasn’t looking up, though with each success paddling she flinched.

SMACK! SMACK!

Aria didn’t look like she was getting vicarious enjoyment out of the experience. Her own time on that lap was too fresh. She rubbed her rear, watching the clock instead of Adagio.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK!

Tears blinked into Adagio’s eyes. NO! She wasn’t going to cry. Despite each hit lighting up her butt with a red glow, she wasn’t going to cry.

SMACK!

No matter how much it hurt, she—

SMACK!

A single tear escaped to her cheek. 

“Annnnd ten.” Luna released Adagio from the wedgie. The sensation of bunched up padding was still there, even as the diaper settled over her red bottom noisily. 

Adagio scrambled to her feet, wiping her face before anyone could notice. Though just the action gave it away.

The VP had a smug look on her face. Was her thirst for revenge against them finally complete? Adagio hoped so. Now she could truly sympathize with the other Dazzlings. Her spanks may be up, but it felt like the paddle had branded its shape against her rear. She fiddled with her diaper, trying to push as much cool padding as she could over her battered butt.

She retrieved her skirt like a wounded puppy, and with an approving look from Luna slinked back to her seat. Adagio winced just by sitting down. The throbbing sting wasn’t going away anytime soon.

“Alright, Miss Dusk, it’s your turn now,” Luna addressed her next victim. Sonata whimpered her acknowledgement before walking over. Adagio couldn’t blame her.

She looked at the clock and groaned.

Just twenty minutes until she had to study with Sunset.
> Studying till Sunset
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Zero minutes until she had to study with Sunset.

Wincing, waddling, winging. Adagio couldn’t take a single step without flinching from the pain, crinkling her diaper, and cursing under her breath. Going slowly prolonged all three, going fast seemed to multiply them.  

She rubbed her sore butt, diaper crinkling as she pushed it out of the way. Her face only contorted with more pain. For the thousandth time she cursed the vice principal under her breath. 

She cursed her study partner too. Adagio wanted nothing more than to get home and get some relief for the pain. But instead, she was waddling into the library.

Barely anyone was around. A shambling old librarian stored books in nearby shelves, and a handful of students were dutifully using nearby desks. Their numbers weren’t many, but any people meant Adagio would have to force herself to do a normal walk.

She squeezed her thighs together, ignoring the way the padding bunched up. Walking now produced louder, denser crinkles than before. And in the soft silence of the library they seemed thunderous. But no one looked up in her direction as she shuffled forward. Yet.

Sunset was waiting for her in a tucked away corner. She had a few books spread out on a desk, but left the seat opposite hers free of clutter. Nose deep in a book, she didn’t see Adagio approach, but she definitely heard her.

crinkle crinkle crinkle

Blinking, she looked up from her textbook in confusion. Adagio fought down red cheeks and refused eye contact.

“Hey.” Sunset gave a small wave.

Bite me. Adagio took a deep breath. With deliberate slowness, she approached the waiting chair. Her diaper couldn’t be as noisy this way. She hoped.

If Sunset did hear anything, she ignored it. But Adagio’s heartbeat still quickened with fear. Hundreds of excuses to play off the sounds jumped through her mind. Not one was believable.

Don’t notice… don’t notice… She sat down, diaper compressing under her weight.

crinkle crinkle

Sunset’s brow furrowed. She turned around to try and pinpoint the source of the soft noise hitting her ears. Adagio clenched her jaw. Pinpricks of pink threatened her cheeks.

“Okay, well… I’m glad you came.” Sunset looked back to her, hope in her voice. She really thought they could be civil to one another, didn’t she?

“That makes one of us.” Adagio was having none of it.

The hope deflated. “Right, well… let’s get to work then.” She flipped her book around and pushed it towards Adagio. “I’ve gotten a little work done while I was waiting. Since we have to cover a war, I was thinking the Griffinstone Revolution. Since there was no ‘right side’ we could have a little fun with the back and forth in the politics, you know?”

Adagio blew a raspberry, sticking her thumb down. Sunset’s shoulder’s dropped at the childish remark. “What?”

“Nothing about the Griffinstone Revolution was fun,” Adagio fired back. “It was just boring politics for five straight years and then one guy grabbed a guillotine for a hot minute. And King Grover was an ass and a half, to boot.”

Sunset blinked. “And you would know because…”

Adagio rolled her eyes. “I was in his court at the time, I’d think I’d know.”

Eyes as wide as diner saucers met hers. “What?!”

Harsh “shhh”s rang out through the library. Sunset winced, whispering back apologies before her attention returned to Adagio. “You were what?”

“I’ve been on this rock for a thousand years,” Adagio pointed out. “You think I stuck my head in the sand until I decided to take over this school?”

“Well… no, but…” Sunset scratched her head. “That’s kind of amazing. So you… knew King Grover?”

“Ass and a half,” Adagio reiterated.

“You were in his court?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be? Politicians are the best sources of misery. I ate like a queen. At least until he got his head cut off.” She sighed happily at the memory. “Couldn’t believe someone finally managed to shut him up.”

Sunset slumped against her chair in awe. “That’s just… incredible!”

Adagio couldn’t help but smugly smile. She leaned back in her chair, only for the sharp crinkle of her diaper to snap her out of it. What am I thinking? She couldn’t afford to reminisce in her current position. At any moment Sunset may discover the truth. Or Adagio would pee her diaper, or let something about her padded lifestyle slip if she wasn’t careful.

“Whatever,” she coughed out, raising her walls back up. They’d dropped only for a moment, but she’d remember that. “We can do your stupid idea if you want.”

The sour tone spoiled Sunset’s brightened mood. “Umm… okay then.” She collected her book back from Adagio’s side of the table. “I guess just start researching what life was like for the serfs under Grover’s rule. I doubt you’d have spent any time with them during the Revolution.”

Adagio narrowed her eyes. “You trying to be smart with me?”

Sunset crossed her arms. “So what if I am?”

Adagio clenched her fist. That was a little too bold for a wannabe-human. It was bad enough when the principals took that kind of tone with her, but she didn’t have to accept that from a fellow student. “Then I’d say get off your high horse, pony.”

“No, I think I’ll stay on it, thank you very much.” Sunset barked. “I’m trying to be nice to you, you know.”

“And I’m trying not to strangle you. Pretty soon we’ll both be failing.”

Sunset groaned. “What the heck is wrong with you three? I wasn’t nearly this bad when my world domination plans were stopped.”

Adagio snorted. “Because you’re pathetic.”

“Sure, just stoop to insults.” Sunset closed her book. “We both know that’s all you can do now.”

Adagio felt a knife sink in. And twist.

“Yeah? Well you—” She almost rose out of her chair, but sunk down when her retort failed. She grunted, mostly to cover the crinkling sound. Crossed arms, face snarling, she looked away.

A pregnant pause arose. Neither willing to say much after that. Sunset didn’t even return to her books. Though Adagio couldn’t see her face, the regretful expression spoke volumes. Finally, she birthed an apology.

“I’m sorry,” Sunset managed. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now and—”

“You’re right,” Adagio growled. “You can’t imagine it. You have no idea!” Her diaper bunched up, as if she needed the reminder. She just used that as kindling to fuel her rage against Sunset. “And the last thing I want is your pity.” She spat the word.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” Sunset almost whispered. “I just… I want to help you, okay? I had friends to get me through the same thing. Well, not the exact same, but you know. I think you deserve that too.”

“I don’t want or need anything from you, except for you to leave me alone.” Adagio’s grip was so tight she nearly tore a chunk out of her arm. “In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the reason I can’t sing anymore!” Her diaper crinkled. Yes, also you! She bitterly thought.

She reached for her pendant almost instinctually, but there was nothing there.

Sunset looked like she wanted to say something, but upon opening her mouth nothing came air. Just hot air. As far as Adagio was concerned, that was all this girl was full of.

She wanted to storm off then and there. In fact, it was pretty tempting. But the threat of discovering would be too great. And it didn’t help that she really had to work with Sunset for now. It was unpleasant, but failing even more so. 

She shifted in her seat, trying to alleviate the pain of her stinging butt. Her diaper crinkled, but Sunset was still too taken aback to notice. Now it was Adagio’s turn to twist in the knife.

“And I’ll tell you something else,” she hissed. “I’m not through with you or this school yet. Just you wait; I’m going to make you pay.”

A declaration of revenge. Adagio had given a number of them over the years. She knew just how to use her voice to maximize how threatening it sounded. And this one was easy; she really meant it.

Her mind went back to the shattered pieces of their gemstones. The few she’d managed to recover, at least. Once she figured out how to repair it, it was game over for Sunset, for Vice Principal Luna, and this whole worthless school. 

But despite the sincerity of the threat, Sunset actually managed to recover. Maybe it was because she’d given a few evil tirades of her own over the years, but Adagio’s practically bounced off of her.

Arms crossed, eyelids half lowered, she leaned back in her chair. “Well then, if that’s the way you feel, clearly I can’t leave you alone.”

Adagio’s face contorted into a snarl. “What?!”

“I’m not going to stand by while someone threatens Canterlot High,” Sunset pointed out. She leaned in. “So if I have to stick to you like glue to make sure you aren’t up to anything, I will.”

Adagio’s stomach dropped. Fear briefly flashed across her eyes, and a look of confusion from Sunset told her she noticed. But while Sunset found herself wondering just what about that scared the Siren, Adagio’s heart was thumping in her throat.

Stick to her like glue… No no no no no! She’d just given Sunset the only excuse she needed to keep a close eye on the Dazzlings. And between their group trips to the bathroom, Sonata’s trips to buy baby supplies, and the padding they had to wear everywhere, there was little chance Sunset wouldn’t find out about their diaper dependency. And if this goody-two shoes learned about it, the whole school might as well too.

Seizing the advantage, Sunset plopped a history book in front of Adagio. “So, I suggest you start studying. We still have a history report to do.”

Grumbly, but neutered, Adagio reached for the book without a word. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She felt like how King Grover looked when the rebels finally put his head on the chopping block: terrified of what was coming, but well aware it was a fate of her own making.

To make matters worse, when she brought her thighs together she felt the tiniest bit of dampness in the padding. Sunset had scared her so good, she peed herself a little.

Adagio just bit her lip. School was about to get even worse.
> Potty Trainers
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“Come on, Aria! Push. Push!”

“Push what?!” Aria slammed her hands on the ground in frustration. In her current position, it looked really goofy.

Smack dab on Sonata’s training potty, the plastic mouth swallowing half her diaper, she couldn’t exactly find the best way to sit. Her legs were spread, but her knees had to go up and out. Without a wall to rest her back against, she was hunched over in search of some balance.

Why she was on the training potty in the first place… that was it’s own can of worms.

“You’re so close!” Sonata assured her, eager eyes behind her clasped together hands. “I can feel it!”

“I can’t feel anything,” Aria grumbled. She shifted her weight, diaper bunching up into her privates. Now I feel something, she realized, face red. “Why do I have to wear this thing, anyway?”

“Aww, don’t be silly,” Sonata said. “You’re not supposed to actually go in a training potty. I think.”

“You think?” Aria ground her teeth. “You’ve got me trying to crap my own diaper here, Sonata!” She pushed herself up. “This is so stupid!”

“Aw, come on, Aria,” Sonata whined. She put her hands on her hips as her fellow Siren retrieved her skirt. “I thought you wanted to get potty trained.”

“I do!” Aria huffed, hiding her padded shame. “And stop calling it that!”

“Aww…”

“I don’t want to keep using my diaper forever. And now we have a real deadline thanks to someone.” She directed her dagger-glare to Adagio.

Her face reddened at the accusation. She’d been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with her ‘above it all’ posture. But that one sentence pulled her out of it, arms thrown up. “I didn’t know she was going to start stalking me, okay!”

Aria rolled her eyes. “And you were telling me not to be stupid around my partner.”

“Grr!” Adagio folded her arms again, looking away. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m impossible? For worrying about Sunset finding out?” Aria kicked the plastic potty across the room.

“Hey!” Sonata chased after it. 

“What are we supposed to do now? None of us can hold it, and Sonata’s practice sessions are as stupid as she is!”

“I told you to push.” Sonata said from the floor.

“Push what?!” Aria cried.

FWUMP!

Her diaper suddenly started sagging, the only indicator to Aria that she’d just pooped herself. Her bowels were so lax, that they hadn’t even needed to force it out. It just dropped into her pampers anticlimactically. Just to be sure, she lifted her skirt, groaning at the sight of bulging padding.

“Come on!” She screamed to the heavens.

“Uh-oh” Sonata stood, arms wrapped around the potty. “Hang on, I’ll get my changing supplies!” She scampered off. Somehow, the fact that she hadn’t kept them nearby when she was trying to get Aria to poop herself made her all the more infuriated.

Dropping her skirt, she crossed her arms and fought the blush on her face. The slimy load in her pants was not helping the mood. Neither was the stench.

“Seriously, what are we gonna do?” Aria demanded of their leader. “I can’t take this anymore!”

“We’ve been in diapers for less than a week,” Adagio pointed out. Her voice was tense, but not from anger.

“That’s a month too long!” Aria fired back. “And if those Rainbooms find out, I swear by the seas I’ll make you pay!”

“They’re not gonna find out. I’ll handle Sunset.”

“How?” Hands on her hips, Aria’s eyelid twitched as the mess in her pampers settled.

“I’m… working on something.” Adagio wouldn’t make eye contact.

“Sure you are.” Aria put a hand to her head. The stench was giving her a headache now. 

“Foooound it!” Sonata skipped back into the room, potty in one hand, diaper bag in the other.

“Finally.” Aria muttered. She started to sink to the ground, careful the to squish the mess between her legs. She could fight back a wince as it shuffled about beneath the padding.

Sonata set the potty down and crossed to her. “Looks like I’m gonna need a changie too,” she said, lifting her skirt to reveal a deep, yellow stain. “No continence for me tonight. Wanna do my change next?”

“Do it yourself.” Aria grumbled. She was not sinking so low as to perform a diaper change. The less she had to do with these infantile garments the better.

“Aww.”

“A-Actually, I need a change too,” Adagio mumbled as Sonata dropped her bag down. “Imma little wet.” She swallowed the words. Aria’s eyebrow rose. Usually Adagio wasn’t that ashamed of her accidents.

“Really?” Sonata scampered over, leaving Aria to her mess. 

“Hey!”

Before Adagio could even react, Sonata yanked up her skirt and slapped her palm into the girl’s diaper. “Eeep!” It was a sound Aria didn’t even know Adagio was capable of making.

She pushed Sonata off of her, pink-faced. “Stop doing that!”

Sonata just frowned. “You were hardly wet, Dagi. I don’t think you need a changie yet.”

The Siren’s eyes bulged when she realized she was about to be left high and not-dry. “What the— change me this instant!”

“Get in line!” Aria called from the ground.

“Girls, girls!” Mama-nata was coming out now. She pointed to Aria. “I’ll get you changed in a moment. As for you.” Her finger found Adagio. “Why don’t you give potty training a try, okay? If a little more comes out, I’ll get you a fresh diapee.”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Diapee diapee diapee!” Sonata gleefully chanted. She made the two of them cover their ears.

“Just get this thing off me already!” Aria demanded. 

Sonata got down on her knees and tugged Aria’s skirt off. Adagio sighed, taking her seat on the throne of shame for the time being. She looked as unsure of herself as Aria had. The concept of “pushing” too nebulous to be of any use.

“At least it wasn’t a bad one,” Sonata said as she undid the tapes. “It’s not even brown.”

“Oh joy,” Aria deadpanned. “That makes me sooo happy.”

“That’s the spirit!” Sonata gave her head a pat. Aria tried to bite her hand.

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing over here again?” Adagio asked. “Nothing’s coming out.”

“Just push,” Sonata sing-songed, peeling open the diaper.

“Push what?”

“That’s what I said!” Aria huffed. Her nose wrinkled as the stink doubled its intensity. Cold wipes met her rear, and she shivered. A fresh, fluffy diaper had the same effect.

Adagio rested her chin in her hands. She took no initiative to soil herself further. But if she was just going to wait around for an accident, she may be out of luck. Between her load during detention, and her recent wetting, she was probably spent for the night. Aria hoped she was too. She’d used her diaper enough for one day.

“Annnnd done!” Sonata smoothed down the tapes. 

Aria sat up and grabbed her skirt, sliding it on before Sonata could do it for her. “Thanks,” she grumbled to the floor. Her flushed face still wasn’t used to this. And it was still only Tuesday.

“Welcome!” Sonata pinched her cheek. Aria slapped her hand away. Turning to Adagio, she asked, “any luck yet?”

“No,” came a reluctant groan.

“Okay then.” Sonata stood, sopping diaper squishing. “I’m gonna go get changed then. Unless someone wants to make an offer…” Her eyes drifted to Aria.

“Keep dreaming.”

“Phooey.” She pouted. Grabbing her bag, she went for the nearest bathroom. Changing herself was a far riskier endeavor than one of the girls, apparently. Sonata always needed a bathtub for extra insurance when the time came. 

Aria stood, trying not to snicker at the sight of Adagio on the plastic potty. “Still waiting to hear about your grand plan for dealing with Sunset.”

“Still waiting for you to get off my back about that.”

“Fine.” Aria crossed the room. “Then have fun with your potty time, Dagi.” She taunted Adagio with a boop on the nose, ripping her arm away before the girl tore it off. She jumped way out of range, and started onward to her room.

Truce or not, Adagio had earned the childish taunt. Aria still couldn’t believe their boss had been that stupid. Tomorrow, heck, the rest of the week, promised to be a whole lot worse for the three of them. And assuming Sunset didn’t get bored after that, they were in for a world of trouble.

She hoped Adagio’s plan would work out for them… whatever it was.
> Pacified
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“But you proooomised!” Sonata whined. Her high pitched voice caught the attention of students around them, forcing Adagio to pull her behind some lockers.

“I said you could buy a new one,” Adagio hissed, lowly. “I didn’t say I’d come with you!”

“But you still have the credit card,” Sonata pouted. “How am I supposed to buy a new paci without it?”

Adagio clenched her jaw at the word. “Paci”. Because Sonata couldn’t have the dignity to use it’s actual name. 

She almost couldn’t believe it. This was the Siren who had terrorized the Celestia Sea in Equestria a mere one thousand years ago? Begging for a new pacifier like a toddler?

What have we become?

Adagio’s existential crises aside, she had a more pressing problem to solve. If Sonata kept whining this loudly, someone would hear her asking about baby toys. The diaper around her waist felt suffocating when she thought about one of the students overhearing them and discovering… well, everything, based on this one terminally stupid conversation.

But she couldn’t let Sonata have her credit card back.

“After the spending spree you went on? You’re damn right I’m not letting you have it back.” It scared her to think of the money Sonata would waste on baby food, or childish clothes given the chance.

“Then how am I supposed to by a new one?”” Sonata reiterated, more discretion in her choice of words. Was she trying to get on Adagio’s nerves a little less?

“Next time I go to the bank, I withdraw a little extra so you can buy something.” That had to satisfy her. “Okay?”

Sonata stamped her foot. Adagio stepped back in shock. A temper tantrum? Here? 

“Noooo!” Sonata whined. “The bank’s closed by the time you finish studying with Sunset, and it’s like, double closed on weekends! I’m not waiting until your history project is done!”

Foresight? First grade level logic? Who are you and what have you done with Sonata? Adagio groaned. “I can’t believe you.”

“The store is open tonight until late,” Sonata continued. “Just come with me and—”

“I’m not setting one foot in that place.”

“—You could wait in the car and—”

“You are not shopping unsupervised.”

“—Aria can make sure I only buy the—”

“HAH!” Adagio covered her mouth. “You’re gonna have less luck convincing her than me!”

Sonata pouted. “You’re the one who threw it away! Why can’t you just do this one thing for me?”

Adagio rolled her eyes. A guilt trip? That sounded like the stupid kinda thing Sonata would try. Her bubble of critical thinking had popped already. What a shame. “I’ll give you the money eventually, okay?”

She took a step out back into the main hall, ready to leave the conversation then and there. Only she froze, biting back a swear.

Sunset.

The orange menace was rounding a corner, and the two made eye contact. Adagio immediately ducked back to where Sonata was. She did not need Detective Shimmer on her tail right now. 

Unfortunately, ducking out of sight must’ve seemed suspicious. Brow furrowed, Sunset started their way. She must’ve wanted to expose whatever it was the Siren leader was up to now. But the only thing Adagio was worried about was being exposed.

“Dagi, if you don’t take me to buy a new paci then I’m never ever changing your diapers ever again,” Sonata huffed.

“What?!” Adagio’s brain only registered “paci” and “diapers” at first. She slammed her hand over Sonata’s mouth before Sunset could get within earshot. Then the message processed. “Wait, what?!”

“Mmhmm!’ Sonata nodded with a furious glare. Oh she meant it alright. And Adagio’s gut dropped like a rock.

Sunset was a step or two away before the noise of the hall wouldn’t overshadow their conversation. Maybe less, given that she’d noticed Sonata by now. She was straining to try and hear them by the looks of it.

She had a split second to choose her fate. And clean diapers were the better option.

“Fine, you win! But shut up!” She took her hand from Sonata’s mouth. The beaming idiot had stars in her eyes.

“Hey girls,” Sunset strode in with faux-sweetness. Her eyes locked onto Adagio with suspicion. “Whatcha talking about back here?”

“Just about how much you suck,” Adagio fired.

“Ohhhhh!” Sonata cried. She had no love for Sunset in her heart. “You just got, like, burned!”

Adagio groaned. Her hype-man wasn’t exactly making the impromptu retort any better.

Sunset just frowned. “Uh-huh…”

Adagio brushed past her to end their non-existent conversation. But they had history next, and Sunset stuck to her side like glue to keep an eye on her, class the only excuse she needed.

“Oh!” Sonata cried out, gaining both girl’s attention one last time. “Tonight?”

Adagio growled, noticing Sunset’s eyebrow climb her forehead. “Yeah, sure.” She stomped away.

But Sunset was at her heels. “What’s tonight?” She asked, her voice skeptical of any Siren plans.

“None of your business.” Adagio glowered at her. An eye-full of doubt was her only response.

Sighing internally, Adagio couldn’t believe she had to put up with this amateur sleuth. She didn’t even know what she should be trying to uncover about them! It was almost infuriating, but definitely worrisome. 

And now I’m going with Sonata to an adult baby store. Hooray.

She wanted to scream. At least she could force Sonata to be quick. After all, how bad could it be?





It could be very bad.

When they first pulled up in front of it, Adagio wasn’t that worried. It looked just like a normal building, after all. Wedged into the corner of a dying outlet mall, with a pretty banal name above the doors that she forgot the second she stopped looking at. The threat of pink from the illuminated windows wasn’t her favorite, but as she unbuckled her seatbelt Adagio could at least pretend this would be painless.

She looked over at Sonata, who was bouncing in her seat, already overly giddy. Her big grin bit back her lower lip, as if she was trying to stifle a squeal.

“Stop that!” Adagio told her.

“I’m just so excited!” Sonata unclipped her own seatbelt, going for the door handle. “I get to show you around and everything! Oh, I can’t believe it’s already your first time here.”

“Hold it.” Sonata’s hand froze, the door half open. Adagio wanted to groan. “We’re going to be in and out. Don’t get any stupid ideas in your head.” If that’s possible.

She nodded. “Right. In and out.”

“And just a stupid pacifier.”

“Just one paci.”

Adagio ground her teeth. Why did she insist on saying it like that? She groaned. “Alright, let’s go.”

Sonata’s squeal could be contained no longer.

And unfortunately for Adagio, the night just kept getting worse. Once she stepped inside the store, it was like she’d been transported to a bizarro world. One where people actually did wear diapers regularly, or even outright pretended to be brainless, worthless babies.

No wonder Sonata loved it here.

There was an assault of baby supplies ambushing her eyes. Aisles with tubs of wipes, rash cream, and powder. Another that sported and endless supply of diapers, in all sizes and patterns. And still more that contained what Adagio hesitated to call… accessories.

“Alright, let’s— huh?” Sonata turned back as Adagio grabbed her arm.

“Just the pacifier.” She suddenly felt the need to stress that again.

Sonata actually rolled her eyes. “Gosh, I get it already. Boy, you sure are a sourpuss tonight.”

A long, measured sigh preludes Sonata’s release. The ditz skipped ahead, sticking true to her word at least and going right for the appropriate shelf. Adagio followed after a little while. She didn’t want to dawdle alone by the cash registers.

Her diaper seemed to crinkle louder than before. She could hear it despite the obnoxious music being pumped throughout the room. It was so sickeningly upbeat, naming off whole hosts of characters, that Adagio knew it must’ve come from a cartoon for toddlers. She ground her teeth, eventually deciding she preferred to focus on it than her noisy padding.

“Hmmm…” Sonata bent over a rainbow of options. “Dagi, which do you think is cuter?” She held up two options that her fellow Siren refused to look at.

“Whichever gets us out of here faster,” Adagio said, studying the ceiling.

“Aww, don’t be like that.” Sonata jiggled the options before her. “What do you think? This one has a clip so I can’t lose it, but this one has a removable bulb.”

Adagio huffed, and wrenched one from Sonata’s grasp. A yellow pacifier with an orange, smiling sun on the guard. It made her scowl. “This one. Now let’s pay already.”

Sonata clapped with joy. “Hooray! Clip it is.”

“End me.”

They waddled back to the front of the store. Sonata fawned over more than a few baby toys along the way. No matter how many stern glares it earned her, she refused to stop.

To make matters worse, the idiot struck up a conversation with their cashier. Apparently they were on a first name basis.

Adagio’s eyes could only roll so far back in her head as the two chatted about diaper brands. Even grumbling out a “C’mon already,” was met with a dismissive wave from Sonata.

Eventually Adagio had to distract herself. She looked to the ceiling, the floor, and then out the window. She jolted, blood freezing.

Someone was watching her.

A figure on a motorbike. A girl, no older than her (or at least, how old her body was supposed to be) by the look of it. 

She sat on a motorbike, face obscured by the helmet she wore. But tell-tale red hair poked out from underneath.

No. Adagio’s diaper seemed to grow tighter around her waist.

She flew forward in a burst of movement. Out the door, into the parking lot. “Hey!”

The girl grabbed the bike’s handlebars. The engine revved, and she sped away before the Siren could even get halfway to her. Adagio watched as the taillight disappeared down the road. She could feel her stomach turn inside out.

There was only one girl at school who rode a motorbike like that. 

Sunset. Just thinking the name tasted bitter. 

She’d followed them. Worried about what they’d meant earlier in the hallway, she’d tailed their car all the way to an ABDL store. She saw Adagio go inside.

She saw Adagio bring a pacifier up to the register.

Denial surged in her, but Adagio knew it had to be the truth. The roof had just been blown off their secret. The cat was out of the bag. She couldn’t have been more obvious if she filled her diaper two inches from Sunset’s nose.

Her arms swung limply by her sides. Adagio hissed out a curse she’d learned at the bottom of the sea centuries ago.

“Alright, I’m coming.” Sonata’s footsteps appeared behind her. Adagio turned, raging mounting. “Geeze, Dagi. You didn’t have to be so impatient. I was almost done!”

Dragon smoke billowed out of Adagio’s nose. But she at least attempted to contain her rage when she spoke. 

“We have a problem.”
> So Not A Problem
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Adagio woke up, she was certain she had only two options: skip school and suffer the consequences, or go to school and suffer the humiliation. In the end, she chose the route that wouldn’t lead to jail.

Despite her diaper’s suffocating presence, she’d spent the whole morning trying to calm herself down. After all, just because Sunset knew didn’t mean she could do anything about it. Who was going to believe her without proof, right? That had been the argument that finally got Aria to stop screaming at her last night, at least. But there were holes in that plan. All it took was one person spurred to curiosity by the rumor to lift up their skirts and check. Or to follow them to the bathroom. Or just demand they prove they weren’t in diapers in front of a crowd. 

Before, wearing diapers to school had been a balancing act. Now they were doing it on a piece of chicken wire over a canyon. The humiliation was assured.

Adagio grumbled ancient curses directed at Sunset all morning; through a way too hearty breakfast and during her attempts to piece their gem fragments back together. Even on the ride to school she muttered a few under her breath. 

But to all of their surprise, school wound up being the usual balancing act. No one looked at them, save the occasional sour stare that was easily returned. No one snickered as they walked past. No one taunted. No one demanded proof they weren’t in diapers.

It should have been relieving. Instead it was maddening. 

What the hell is going on? Sunset knew, right? She had to. Adagio couldn’t have been more blatant last night unless she lifted her skirt and soiling herself before the girl.

Maybe… she hasn’t told anyone yet. There was a chance not even the other Rainbooms knew. But if that were the case, Sunset was definitely just waiting for proof before cutting the Sword of Damocles free.

A knot of anxiety formed in Adagio’s stomach. As the day went on, the stress seemed to leave Aria’s shoulders. She wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth like her fellow Siren. Nobody knowing about the diapers yet was great news to her. And Sonata… 

When it came to Sonata, Adagio genuinely didn’t know if the girl cared or not. 

Same stupid grin on her face, even when changing a particularly bad load after math class. Same skip in her step, despite the many, many students around her that would love to see all three of them brought down. Same innocence in her eyes, despite knowing full well Sunset Shimmer knew their darkest secret. 

Adagio had to restrain dirty looks the girl’s way all day. What is wrong with her?

Eventually, detention came and went. To Vice Principal Luna’s disappointment, none of them committed paddle-able offenses that day. Adagio had begun to suspect their supervisor was thinking of new ways to punish them. With her backside still flinching at the mere memory of being spanked, the leader of the Dazzlings found herself desperately wishing that wasn’t the case.

And then, finally, came the last part of the day: hitting the library to study with Sunset.

Adagio skipped it.

She’d been ducking the wanna-be human for the whole day. That was a streak she wasn’t ready to give up anytime soon. And they were well into the project anyway. The fear of failing a class wasn’t nearly as strong as it once had been.

“You sure it’s okay?” Sonata asked from the backseat. Adagio kept her eyes on the road, unwilling to dignify that with a response. “Won’t she be mad?”

“Let her be.” Adagio growled. That was actually a very dangerous prospect, but so was anything relating to Sunset right now.

“Have fun bombing the class then,” Aria taunted from shotgun.

Adagio raised an eyebrow at her. “Have you even looked at Rainbow Dash since you two got partnered up?”

Aria narrowed her eyes, before crossing her arms. “Better that than letting her know we can’t stop crapping our pants.” Her nose wrinkled suddenly, and she gagged.

Adagio almost did too. A powerful odor suddenly filled the car. She pinched her nose closed, coughing. “By the seas!”

Aria whipped her head around. “Sonata!”

From the rearview mirror, Adagio could see the Siren blushing happily. “Hehe… I might’ve made a bit of an oopsie.”

“You gotta be kidding me.” Aria rolled down her window. Adagio made sure the rest of them followed suit. And even then, the stench was inescapable.

Keeping her nose plugged Adagio grumbled nasally. “Don’t you have the most experience with food out of all of us? How are you still so bad at holding it?”

“I don’t know!” Came Sonata’s indignant reply. “But I’m not complaining. It feels nice!” She wiggled her hips, compressing her mess against the seat. “Hehe… squishy.”

Both girls up front shuddered.

They didn’t release the hold on her nostrils until they could finally escape the car. The poor thing would need to be aired out all night to save it. Unless they wanted to hold their breaths on the way to school from now on.

Adagio seriously considered not letting Sonata in the house when she practically kicked open the door. “Get changed,” she grumbled back at the diaper-sagger.

“In a minute,” Sonata insisted. “It’s still warm!”

“I hate you,” Aria brushed past her into the house, making a beeline for the stairs. Adagio was ready to join her. She’d do anything to get away from Sonata’s smell right now.

Adagio wanted to block the doorway, but if Sonata really started whining the neighbors might hear. What a joy that would be, needing to explain the stinky highschool student’s tantrum.

“Something’s not right with your head.” Adagio reluctantly got out of her way.

“I don’t know how you can’t be having fun with this,” Sonata fired back. She wiggled her skirt off, leaving her browned butt exposed while Adagio shut the door. “Diapers are the best!”

“They’re the worst.” Adagio looked away. Making eye contact with a full diaper was like staring into the sun. It burned. “And at least keep your clothes on!”

“No!” Sonata fished her new pacifier from her skirt’s pocket, before slinging the garment over her shoulder. She popped the infantile device and her mouth, suckling away as she waddled to the stairs. Crinkles and squishes chased after her, but the smell lingered.

Shivering, Adagio tried not to think about the display she’d just been witness to. This Sonata problem is getting out of hand. I don’t even think it’s the stupidity anymore. I think she’s just broken.

Refusing to stand in the stink any longer, she left for her room, ready for this rotten day to be over with.





Bent over her bed, Adagio was fiddling with the shattered pieces she’d recovered. It was a maddenly slow process, just trying to find which jagged, split edge matched up with the others. They all looked the exact same, and yet minute differences were everything. She couldn’t even keep the pieces together if she did find a match, forced to set them to the side for now, hoping she’d remember their patterns.

Worse yet, Adagio was beginning to doubt she had a complete gemstone here. She’d just scooped up a handful back then. It had been hard enough to sneak back into to grab them, and she’d been more worried about getting spotted than getting them all. She probably had fragments from all three gems, and no way to complete any of them.

Assuming it would even work if she pieced it back together in the first place.

Lips tightening, Adagio scooped everything together, pressing them close and hoping the core was preserved somehow. Her croaky singing voice was low, almost silent.

“Oh-whoa-oh, Oh-whoa-oh…”

Nothing. Not even a faint glow. With a sigh, she dropped the pieces back in her nightstand’s drawer, ready to call it a night.

Ding-dong.

Her jaw clenched at the sound. Great. The last thing she wanted right now was something coming between her and a well deserved rest.

She walked out her room, finding Sonata at the other end of the hall, barely outside her own.

“Who is it?”

Adagio was tempted to just let Sonata take this one, but she couldn’t. Eyes drifting down, she saw sagging, brown padding between Sonata’s spread thighs. Anger flared through her.

“By the seas, just get changed already!” She hissed, making her way to the stairs. The hallway already stunk from the girl’s waste. 

She got a defiant pout thrown her way. A glare sent Sonata back into her room. Adagio could only groan. Crisis averted, at least.

She was still groaning to herself as she made her way down the stairs and to the front door. 

Ding-dong.

“Coming,” she yelled through clenched teeth, hand on the door knob. Impatient much? Whoever was on the otherside of this door, Adagio was ready to murder. 

But when it swung open, she was the one who died. Inside, and out.

Sunset Shimmer stared back at her, books in hand, annoyed glance on her face.

When Adagio’s heart started to beat again, the first thing she felt was the poofy padding still wrapped around her pelvis. The second thing she felt was fear.

“W-What are you doing here?” It started out scared and morphed angry halfway through. Neither tone deterred Sunset.

“You didn’t show up.” Sunset tapped her foot, eyebrow raising. What, did she want an explanation?

“And?” Adagio ignored how furiously her heart was beating. The jig was up but that did nothing to assuage it.

“And we still have work to do.” Sunset actually pushed past her, inviting herself inside.

“Excuse you?” Adagio growled.

“If you had just come to the library, we wouldn’t be doing this here,” Sunset fired back. “Now come on, we need to get this done. I’m not failing this assignment just because you don’t like work.”

“Uggh!” Adagio wanted to scream. She settled for slamming the door. She wanted to try forcing Sunset out, but the danger that entailed made her heart pound.

She convinced herself it was a good opportunity. She could find out what Sunset knew, or at least suspected. That was better than nothing.

“Fine,” Adagio grumbled. She showed Sunset toward the living room, letting the girl set up a workstation on their coffee table. The contents of her backpack spilled out between them. “But once we’re done here you’re getting the hell out of my house.”

“Fine by me. Like I said, this wasn’t my first choice.” Sunset plopped down on the sofa. 

Adagio took the chair opposite of her. Her heart thumped against her ribcage, fear making her ansty in her seat. But she forced herself still; any shifting would start a chain reaction of diaper crinkles that would never end. Not like it mattered. Sunset knew.

...Did Sunset know?

If she did, she certainly wasn’t acting like it. She didn’t flaunt her knowledge around, and she certainly wasn’t puffing herself up as though she had the upper hand. 

But she definitely saw them last night. Maybe it was just a case of she didn’t know what she’d seen. It was a pretty out of context shopping trip all things considered. Without knowing anything of the Dazzling’s situation, it could’ve just looked like a random purchase.

Maybe she wants more info. Adagio figured. Hell, coming straight to the Dazzling’s home was the perfect opportunity for a scouting mission. And she’d just given Sunset the perfect excuse to come here. What the hell is wrong with me?

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Adagio straightened, and turned to Aria’s voice.

She’d only made it halfway down the stairs before she’d noticed Sunset. Already, the Siren was taking a defensive position, hand on the helm of her skirt to make sure no nonexistent breezes exposed her diaper. At least her rage seemed to be directed at their guest, and not Adagio. Though she knew that bit was coming.

“Get out of here!” Aria screamed.

Sunset crossed her arms and gave a confident, “erhem.” 

Adagio ground her teeth, not needing to see the eyes drilling the back of her head right now. She groaned. “Sunset and I have to work on our project. So she’s staying.”

“Like hell she is!” Aria’s shout was tinged with fear, only enough that Adagio would really pick up on. It’s source was obvious. Neither of them wanted to reveal the full depth of their secret to the source of all their problems. And neither were going to as far as Adagio was concerned.

“I’m handling it.” Adagio kept her tone low and cold. I don’t want her here either. Just play nice until she leaves for sea’s sake!

Aria seemed to get the message. Or at least, part of it. “You better.” Aria stomped down the rest of the stairs to mask her diaper’s crinkling.  “I don’t want that loser staying long, got it?”

“Nice to see you too, Aria.” A little passive-aggressive, but Sunset didn’t go further than that.

“Piss off!” Aria did.

She trudged her way into the kitchen and out of sight. Her plan had probably just been to grab a snack, but Adagio suspected she’d hole up in there now until the accursed one was gone. She wished she could follow suit.

“How’s the project with Rainbow going?” Sunset called after her as a final jab. Aria responded with a single finger. And not a very nice one at that.

“Home life seems fun,” Sunset remarked.

“Better than school,” Adagio grumbled. She picked up a book about King Grover’s descendants. 

“Yeah, about that…” Sunset sighed. “Don’t let everyone get to you too much, okay? It was rough for me for a bit too.”

“Maybe we should save the world from a handful of super-powerful witches,” Adagio snapped. “You’re welcome for the popularity, by the way.”

“I wouldn’t say you guys were super-powerful.” Adagio’s hand jumped to her throat. It grabbed at nothing. Sunset picked up on it. “Sorry, I—”

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Adagio forced her book open and looked down. Anything to not see Sunset’s stupid face. Her thoughts weren’t as lucky as her eyes.

Okay, if she’s playing four-dimensional chess right now, she is really good. Adagio couldn’t tell if Sunset knew or not. She was definitely still holding onto the pacifier question, but was that as far as it went?

The manageably-awkward silence between them kept up for a good while. A few notes even sprang from the pages to their paper. Before long, it actually felt like enough progress had been made that Adagio could kick their guest out. Naturally, Sunset felt compelled to ruin a good thing.

“Hey, uh...” Adagio looked up against her better judgement. Conversation re-engaged. “Pick up anything interesting lately?”

Oh sea’s take me now. Sunset was as good at subtly probing as Adagio was at using the bathroom. She looked back down and tried turning the page to avoid this. “No.”

“Really? No new clothes? Or like… I don’t know… a pacifier?”

Adagio ripped the page right out of the book.

“Okay, wow.” Sunset blinked. “Touched a nerve there. Also, that was a library book.”

Adagio crumpled up the page to show how much she cared. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah, I have to pay a fine if you—”

“Not that you idiot!” Adagio yelled. “Obviously! And I knew that was you last night.”

“Well can you blame me?” Sunset huffed. “You were making secret plans with Sonata behind the lockers. Of course I was worried enough to check it out.”

“They weren’t secret plans, that was personal business!”

“Okay, so why is your personal business buying pacifiers?” Point blank, there it was.

Adagio was partly overjoyed. Sunset didn’t know, their secret was still safe! But she was also partly about to throw up. Sunset practically knew, their secret was on a knife’s edge.

She had to say something. Anything. Slip up here and the cat would be out of the bag and shredding her face to ribbons with its claws. 

“I— We—” Think! Think! What’s a lie Sunset would believe? What does she want to believe? “...We were going to humiliate you.”

Sunset straightened in her seat. “Excuse you?”

Adagio tried to act pissed; she had plenty of stored rage to spare. “Yeah, moron. We were going to… uh… cover it in superglue and stick it in your mouth during school. Just something to get back at you.” She crossed her arms to hide crossing her fingers. “But you found out, so…”

“Huh…” Sunset seemed to let that sit for a moment. “That’s... not even a very good idea for a prank, you know.” She just shook her head at it all. “I can’t believe I was worried about what you were planning.”

Adagio feigned defeat, and looked away. “You’re not even a very good idea for a prank.”

Sunset snorted. “And you suck at insults too. I guess you really aren’t that much a threat to the school anymore if bullying me was your master plan.”

Adagio expected Sunset to be a little more upset than this. Maybe her empathy was too indiscriminate for her own good. “Whatever. It was stupid, and whatever. So whatever.”

“Your vocabulary astounds me,” Sunset was finally moving the conversation forward. “Sure you’re not in danger of failing English on top of everything else?”

“You wish!” Adagio finally allowed herself a moment to relax. They’d done it. They’d avoided the worst thing that could’ve happened to them.

Then she heard someone coming down the stairs.

It wasn’t Aria, who had graced them with her presence earlier and refused to again. And the faint but odious smell sent fear shooting through Adagio’s nervous system all over again. She whirled around.

Oh no.

“Girls?” Sonata was plopping down the stairs one waddle-y step at a time. No doubt a huge diaper between her thighs that finally needed a change. Her feet were already visible from where the two of them were sitting. “I need a little help.”

Adagio bolted. Scrambling from her seat and up the steps, she cut Sonata off before the idiot could ruin everything.

Sonata’s surprise sent a gasp from her mouth. Adagio was just a blur until she was practically eye level with the girl, slamming a hand over her mouth before she could say she needed a diaper change loud and proud to the world.

“Ssshhhhhhut up!” Adagio hissed. She finally looked down, realizing her fellow Siren was still skirtless. The brown, sagging diaper around her hips was on full display. And the smell had magnified to nose-shriveling levels. “You idiot, what are you trying to do?”

“Mmm ammf phrr hrmm.” Sonata mumbled. Reluctantly, Adagio pulled down her hand. “You scared me there, Dagi. You’ve never come running to change my diaper bef—ffrm!”

“Be quiet!” Adagio whispered, slapping her hand back in place. Looking back, she saw Sunset hadn’t come to the foot of the stairs, yet. They might be safe. “Are you trying to ruin everything?”

“What’s going on?” Sonata asked, innocently enough. She couldn’t be expected to know Sunset was here right now, but Adagio was still pissed she didn’t.

“Everything okay?” The curiosity dam had broken. Adagio could hear Sunset getting up. 

“Just peachy!” She launched back, but it wasn’t enough. Footsteps aimed for the foot of the stairs.

Sonata pried the orange hand from her face. “Is Sunset here?” The idiot asked, blissfully ignorant to her exposed diaper situation. Adagio pushed her hand back up, but too hard and too fast. 

Sonata started to fall back. Adagio pulled her forward. Now they had the same problem, but in the other direction. And no time to correct it. 

They fell backwards, and tumbled down the stairs. Adagio hit her back, her head, and her butt. At least one of those didn’t hurt.

When it finally ended she was flopping face up on the floor below. Not even a second’s reprieve before Sonata joined her on the ground. And, fitting for that idiot, in the worst way possible.

Sonata’s messy diaper landed right on top of Adagio’s face. The brown, musy seat dropped on her chin, her mouth, her nose. It only took a second to fully sink and squish down over them, but it felt like an eternity.

Warm goop that was almost cold could be felt through the layers of padding. It seemed to contort around Adagio’s features as she grunted from the impact, inhaling a face-full of Sonata’s decimated pampers. It made her eyes water.

But at least they hadn’t been covered by the contained mudslide. Adagio opened them as Sonata settled on top of her.

And found herself looking directly into the shocked expression on Sunset’s face.
> Mutually Assured Destruction
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Someone was going to die.

Adagio just wasn’t sure yet who it would be.

Sonata, the Siren who’d just given her a facial with her dirty diaper was a prime candidate. This was the second time their secret shame had been exposed, and she was the common denominator. They’d barely been padded for a week now. Give it a month, and the whole school would know at this rate.

But then there was Sunset, the wannabe human. Strike one had been foiling their plans and shattering their gems. Strike two was definitely her clingy study buddy schtick. And just now she’d learned the Dazzling’s secret. Strike three. She should be out.

Adagio was definitely going to murder at least one of them.

“It’s not just Sonata, is it?” Sunset asked from her seat. Her back was against the wall, the kitchen table in front of her. Flanking her on either side were Aria and Adagio. They had her boxed in. From her position, Sunset couldn’t just get up and leave without someone stopping her.

Aria grunted, refusing to make eye contact with anybody in the room right now. 

Sunset had put two and two together. Not that it was a particularly hard problem to solve. If they were so preoccupied with keeping her here, their own necks were on the line. No way they’d care enough to stop her if it was only Sonata in pampers.

Even if she hadn’t figured it out from that, the silence from the two Siren’s before her spoke volumes.

“Huh…” Sunset’s thousand yard stare did nothing to betray what was going on in her mind. But undoubtedly, the hamster wheel of a brain of hers was spinning double time trying to process this.

“Phew!” Sonata’s voice came from down the hall. She shut the bathroom door, waving a hand in front of her face. A fresh diaper hugged her waist. Infuriatingly, she’d forgone her skirt again. “You girls won’t want to go in there for a while.”

“Put some clothes on for Atargatis’ sake,” Aria wasn’t even looking at her.

“Why?” Sonata asked. “Sunset already knows.”

“I will end you.”

Oh there’s a thought. Adagio tapped her fingers against her crossed arms. Aria can kill Sonata and I’ll take Sunset. Maybe their truce extended to double homicide?

“Hmm, cranky again.” Sonata’s innocent approach didn’t trigger Aria’s guard. She swiped and pulled Aria’s skirt up. A flash of white padding, before a blue hand sank into the crotch.

“Sonata!” Aria threw her skirt back down and held it there, face boiling red.

“I knew it! You are a little wet.”

“SONATA!” Aria’s voice cracked. Her squeak was almost a little cute. Adagio would chase it with a tease on any other day.

Sunset’s thousand yard stare added a few feet. Finally, she shook her head to come to her senses. “So you girls… actually need diapers?”

Aria’s hands kept clutching her skirt. She looked down, humiliation setting in. Adagio couldn’t exactly keep a blush at bay either, but she had the strength of will for an irritated comeback. “It’s not like we wear them for fun.”

“Of course not,” Sunset rushed out. “I just— ...Why? I thought you could eat negative emotions… or something like that?”

“We could.” Aria grumbled. Adagio stopped herself from snapping at her. She wasn’t sure how much they should be telling Sunset. But at this point, was it really going to make it any worse? 

She pointed to her throat. “Notice anything missing?”

Sunset’s eyes whipped to all three, just to confirm it. “Your gems…” Realization dawned on her face. “So when we destroyed them…”

“You gave us all a teensy weensy bit of diaper dependency,” Sonata filled in, putting words to a truth better left unspoken.

Sunset’s body seemed to relax and tense up all at once. Some questions were answered, and yet others were definitely bubbling to the surface. You have to wear them all the time? Even at school? How bad is it? Who changes you? And probably dozens more. But Adagio didn’t expect the next words out of Sunset’s mouth.

“I… am so sorry…”

Pity. 

For some reason, that was the worst reaction they could’ve gotten. At least Sunset breaking down and laughing at them was expected. At least that would’ve made sense.

But pity? Somehow, that just made her more angry than ever.

“Like you care!” she snapped, her fist meeting the table with a loud slam.

The pity at least drained from Sunset’s face. Hello indignation. “Excuse me? What makes you think I don’t?”

“You destroyed our gems and haven’t given it a second thought all this time.” An accusatory point bared down on the girl. “Haven’t you?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been trying to reach across the aisle with you three,” Sunset fired back. She’d take gold in the side-stepping Olympics.

Figures she wouldn’t want to be the bad guy, came a bitter thought from Adagio. “Yeah, stalking me and barging into our home. Real nice olive branch there.”

“I wouldn’t have done any of that if—” She started to stand, but Adagio shoved the kitchen table forward. It’s edge caught Sunset in her stomach, and she plopped back down with an “oof!”

“I know why you did it,” Adagio growled. Because I gave you every reason too. Not like she wanted Sunset to remind Aria of that. They had a common enemy right now. Even if she was due for an earful from her later, it would be nice to keep the infighting out of Sunset’s sight. “That doesn’t make it right!”

“Sorry about this,” Sonata winced, stepping forward. “Adagio gets grumpy when she needs a changie too.”

Pink on Adagio’s cheeks, red in her vision. “I do not need a change right now.” And, fearing she was wrong, suddenly started paying attention to what her pelvis felt like. But luckily it was just dry padding down there. She was pissed but she hadn’t pissed herself. Thankfully, there was a difference.

“I dunno about that.” Sonata’s grabbers went for her skirt. “Lemme just—” Adagio snapped at her wrist and held it up. “Hey!”

“Stop doing that!” She hissed at the idiot.

“Dagi, that hurts…”

Adagio threw Sonata’s hand back to her, letting her waddle back in a stumble. Her rage returned to its earned target. “You are not telling another soul about this. You hear me?”

“Of course I won’t.” That seemed to offend Sunset the most. Were the Dazzling’s not supposed to assume they were about to be blackmailed, or something?

“Yeah, no dice, sister.” Aria crossed closer to her. “We’re not exactly going to take your word for it.”

Sunset crossed her arms, brow furrowed. “I’m not the person I was; I’m not like you. I don’t always look for a way to bring other people down.”

“‘Preciate the sentiment there, Sunny. And, no offense taken, you know.” Adagio put both hands on the table, leaning in. She hoped it would at least scare the girl somewhat. They didn’t exactly have a way to actually keep her quiet on this. “But that isn’t good enough.”

Sunset huffed. Scared, she was not. “Well that’s not exactly my problem.”

Adagio ground her teeth. Sunset was right, of course. She didn’t have to prove her sincerity to the Dazzlings at all. She could just walk out the door right now. What were they going to do, keep her here? That was a disaster waiting to happen. Even toying with the thought for a moment, Adagio couldn’t see them getting away with it. 

Maybe her gem fragments? It would be awfully convenient to just put Sunset under their spell. But those things still didn’t work when she tried singing to them. Assuming they even would if she patched them up, there was no way she could figure out how to do that in time.

They were stuck. The only reason Sunset was still here was because she wanted to be. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes didn’t want to give them the impression she was going to spill the beans. And whether that was because she actually wasn’t or not was irrelevant. Because if Adagio couldn’t ensure that her own sanity wouldn’t survive. Let alone her truce with Aria.

But how could they convince her to keep her mouth shut about something like this?

“I don’t see why you two are so worried,” Sonata piped up. She patted her padded behind. “We have an excuse for them. Doesn’t that make it easier to explain them?”

“It doesn’t make them any less embarrassing, you idiot!” Aria snapped.

Adagio suddenly smiled, and backed away from Sunset. “You know, you’re right Sonata.”

“I am?”

“She is?”

“I am?!”

Hands to her hips, Adagio’s smile grew just a bit crooked. “We can at least explain our diapers. Imagine not even having an excuse for wearing them.” Her eyes never left Sunset.

Aria picked up on it first. “Ohohoho boy…”

“Huh?” Sonata was looking from one Siren to the other. Light bulbs had gone off for the both of them, but Sonata’s was still quite dim.

Sunset was at least picking up on it. Her composure shook a little. “What exactly are you implying?”

“Sonata,” Adagio said. “Why don’t you grab another diaper.”

Realization dawned on the slowest Siren’s face. “I knew it! You do need a change!”

“Wha— NO!” The disappointment Adagio was feeling right now really should have been expected. “Just get a stupid diaper already.”

“Okie dokie then. One diaper for a not-change.” Sonata winked at her before scampering off. A groan chased after her.

Sunset tentatively stood up again. When the table wasn’t shoved into her again, she even straightened her back. “Tell me you’re not about to suggest what I think you are.”

“We need some assurance you aren’t going to let the cat out of the bag.” Adagio crossed her arms. “We’re just asking for our own cat is all.”

“That’s a big ask.” Sunset wasn’t wrong, but looking from Aria to Adagio yielded no agreements. “What if I say no?”

“You aren’t going to.” Adagio wasn’t wrong either. “I’m over a thousand years old, in case you forgot.” She took a step closer, her diaper crinkling. It wouldn’t let her forget about it. With a wince, she carried on. “I’ve seen your type too many times. You want us to be ‘fwiends’ don’t you, Sunny?”

She narrowed her eyes. “That may be a bit of a stretch. But I don’t want you thinking we’re enemies.”

“Well then, prove we’re not. Give us a reason to trust you’ll keep our secret.” Adagio pulled out her phone. “Just a few pictures. And hey, if we let them slip, there’s no reason you can’t tell everyone what you know. Then school would be miserable for the both of us.”

Sunset bit her lip. “You want a lose-lose situation here.”

“I’m asking if you want a win-win situation here.” Adagio’s negotiator voice could use some work. She was so used to relying on her gem in situations like these. But she was sure the hook was in. Now to sit back and reel. “You go on your merry-way knowing we can’t do anything to you, while we’re safe and secure knowing you can’t do anything to us. I can assure you there’s no way these pictures will see the light of day if there’s a chance you could out our lack of—” Erggh. “—potty training.”

Sunset was torn, it was plain as the look on her face. They both knew she held all the cards right now. If their roles were reversed, there was no way Adagio would do this. But then, Sunset had said it herself: she wasn’t like them.

“Fine,” she whispered under her breath.

Aria, who was still a few chess moves behind, raised her eyebrows at this. “Seriously?”

“Look if it will make you trust me on this…” Sunset shook away a forming blush. “Whatever. Sure. Fine. Get it over with.” She crossed her arms and looked away. So much regret, but she wasn’t going to back down. She didn’t need their trust, but for some asinine reason Adagio couldn’t understand—just exploit—she wanted it.

Adagio breathed a premature sigh of relief. She’d pushed the right buttons after all.

“What are we getting over?” Sonata chirped, back with a crisp white square in one hand, powder in the other.

Adagio pointed at Sunset. “Diaper her.”

There were actual stars in Sonata’s eyes. “Really?” she breathed.

Sunset groaned.

“Really.” Adagio almost wanted to cackle.

Sonata put a hand to her chest. “Be still my heart.”

“Y-You know, I can do it myself.” Sunset squirmed her way out from behind the table. “Just point me to the bathroom and—”

Aria stopped her with a hand to the shoulder. “Oh no you don’t. You get to experience this the same way we do. So lie down.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself. This opportunity might just save her truce with Aria on top of everything. Adagio had never seen the grump so… minimally grumpy.

Sunset seemed to surrender that fight too. Anything to keep the Dazzlings placated, it seemed. She let a gleeful Sonata guide her to the floor. All of them no doubt wishing they could ignore what she was saying.

“You aren’t going to believe how good this feels! Aria and Adagio even got used to it, and they hate everything. You’ll come around to these things in no time. Hey, do you want to borrow  a paci? I just got a new one. Hehe, well I guess you knew that.” She set her supplies down and went for Sunset’s skirt. The changie shooed the chang-er’s hands away, opting to remove it herself.

“Could you look away?” she mumbled, wiggling free of it.

As Sunset exposed her orangey-red panties to the room, Adagio merely opened her camera app. Aria went for her own phone. Two definite no’s. 

With a sigh, Sunset just leaned back. 

“Okay, here we go!” Sonata’s eagerness for a diapering was for once matched by her fellow Dazzlings. “Oh wait!” Her fingers went for the waist of Sunset’s panties.


The girl’s reaction was violent, slapping hand away and covering her underwear. “You don’t have to— J-Just put it over them, alright?” She looked to Adagio with a pleading look. 

“Leave them,” Adagio said to Sonata.

“Aww…”

It took an unbelievable amount of self-control to say that. If they could force Sunset into a true diaper change, today would only get that much better. But Adagio had been lucky enough to cajole this much out of the wanna-be pony. Last time they’d pushed their luck like that, it’d cost them their gemstones. Better to play it safe.

After all, Adagio though as she angled her camera for the best view. No one will know they’re there.

“Well fine.” Sonata’s disappointment was noted by everyone as she unfolded the diaper. “Legs up, please.”

Sunset grimaced as she complied. But she didn’t complain as the padding slipped under her. Nor did she so much as pout when Sonata guided her legs back down. She did, however, shake her head as Sonata went for the powder. Again, another delicious layer of humiliation that Adagio let her forgo. They’d have to be content with what they could get.

Finally, Sunset let out a low groan as the diaper wrapped around her pelvis. Her legs shifted as a red blush punched its way onto her face. Sonata just hummed as she taped it down, letting the poofy bulk tighten around Sunset’s waist and push her thighs apart.

“All done!” the idiot was beaming as she stood back up, jazz hands presenting her successful diapering.

“Okay, happy?” Sunset asked.

Cameras flashed. Adagio didn’t particularly need the bright light for each photo, but she wanted Sunset to be able to relish in the knowledge of each one taken. Two, ten, twenty… And Aria was just as fast.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Sunset cried out. She stumbled to her feet, gait spread wide, and tried to cover her padded shame. “You just said a few!”


Adagio snapped a few quick ones of the pinkening face of her enemy. Just for good measure. “Fiiine.” She lowered the device. So many good angles left untouched, but she’d cope.

Sunset was actually shaking a little from the embarrassment. Her eyes darted to each girl in the room, hands fidgeting to try and cover the pillow between her legs. Adagio had to admit; it was satisfying to see someone else put through the same thing she’d been dealing with all week.

“I think we’re done here.” Adagio pocketed her phone. She’d had a pit in her stomach ever since Sonata had used her as a chair, but it was finally subsiding now.

“And you won’t show anyone?” Sunset insisted.

“Not unless we have good reason to,” Aria snickered. That was good; just vague enough to be interpreted in more than one way.

Sunset’s lips twitched into a frown, but she didn’t protest. Now that mutual destruction was assured, how could she? “Okay…” she turned to Aria. “But you need to start working with Rainbow Dash on your project.”

“What?” Aria growled. “No way. It was bad enough you found out about the diapers. I’m not giving that jock-headed jock-strap even a chance to get close to me.”

“Really?” Sunset finally stopped guarding her padded crotch and crossed her arms. “Because if all you want is your diapers to not be exposed, I think I’m the one you’ll want to listen to.”

Aria wiggled her phone, as if Sunset even needed the reminder. “You really want these exposed already over something so petty?”

“I could say the same to you,” Sunset returned.

Adagio’s lips tightened. So that was Sunset’s game. She felt way more comfortable blackmailing them when it wasn’t one-sided. If she was serious about following through on her threat, regardless of the damage it would do to her social standing, then they’d have to comply.

But then, that cut both ways now. And that was the best the Dazzlings could hope for.

“Just work with Rainbow already, Aria.” Adagio stepped between them. “You can’t afford to fail History anyway.”

Aria gritted her teeth, but looked away. She’d relent with a little more convincing.

“And with that, I think it’s time you go,” Adagio turned to Sunset.

“Fine by me.” Her hands went down to remove the diaper’s tapes. But Adagio wasn’t planning to let her off the hook that easily.

She grabbed Sunset’s wrist and yanked her forward, stopping only to scoop up her skirt from the floor before dragging her through the house. Sunset “eep”ed in surprise as she tried to navigate with her wide gait. Her hurried waddles would’ve sent her face planting without Adagio’s support.

“H-Hey, wait a sec!” She cried.

Aria and Sonata followed, at least one of them remembering to grab Sunset’s backpack before they reached the front door. Which was good, because Adagio was already throwing it open and pushing Sunset outside.

“Are you kidding me?!” the girl screamed, now outside with nothing to hide from the diaper on her waist. 

“Keep it down,” Adagio warned. “You don’t want the neighbors to come see what’s wrong, do you?”

Sunset’s red face paled, compromising with a bright pink. Her hands again went for her diapers, likely figuring it was better to be caught outdoors in her panties over pampers.

But Aria tossed her backpack out, Sunset catching it instinctively. And Adagio draped the skirt over the bag for her. “See you at school, Sunset.” And she slammed the door.

She laughed to herself. That’d felt good.

And it felt even better when she looked out the window. In Sunset’s panic, she’d decided it was quicker to cover herself before anything else, and so slipped the skirt on over her diaper. Crooked satisfaction welled up in Adagio. Especially when she got a glimpse of worry on Sunset’s face.

Now she was trapped. The girl was far too modest to undress herself outdoors. Even if she thought it was safe to do so, she likely wouldn’t de-skirt herself to rip that diaper off. Not when anyone in the neighborhood could just walk by, or see her through their windows.

Adagio’s face hurt from smiling, especially when the look of realization dawned on Sunset’s face. Her best bet now would be to keep that diaper on until she’d made it home. And that was going to be a long waddle.

She slipped her bookbag on, and lowered her blushing face to stare at the ground, before she finally started toddling away.

Adagio breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her leave.

“Aww,” Sonata moaned. “I was hoping we could play for a while.”

“Don’t think you’d be so lucky!” Adagio snapped. “In case you forgot, you’re the reason that got so out of hand. Now Sunset knows you idiot!”

Sonata just crossed her arms and pouted. “But you handled it.” Aria flicked her head. “Oww!”

“Barely!” she snapped. Another flick. “No thanks to you!”

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” Sonata frowned.

“From now on, change yourself immediately,” Adagio ordered. “I don’t want another incident like today, got it? That’s three people who’ve found out our secret already. In case you haven’t forgotten, we need to keep that on lock until we graduate.”

“You don’t think it’ll take that long to get potty trained, do you?” Aria asked.

Adagio groaned. She didn’t know, but at the pace they were going at…

She pushed the thought from her mind. No need to think about other unpleasant things after what they’d just been put through. But, at the very least, she doubted Sunset would stop by their house again any time soon.
> A Dash of Cooperation
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It’s not the worst thing ever, Aria told herself. It’s just… close to that.

The truly worst thing ever they’d managed to avoid. It was midday Friday--half of the Dazzlings classes were behind them and not one knowing glance, snicker, or taunt had been fired their way. Sunset had kept her end of their bargain.

And they were keeping theirs. Though, every now and again Aria would slip her phone out when she had a private moment. It was relentlessly fun just to skim through all the photos she’d snapped of Sunset padded, embarrassed and attempting to hide her shame. But she wasn’t going to spill the beans on that.

Of course, now she was being strong-armed into a pretty unfair arrangement. After all the work she’d put into avoiding Rainbow Dash lately, now she couldn’t side step it. Adagio had been pretty clear about that.

“What, we’re just supposed to follow Sunset’s orders now?” Aria had whined that morning in between Sonata’s diaper checks.

“She’s not ordering us around,” Adagio had snapped back. She was too proud to admit they were under the wannabe human’s thumb now, blackmail or not. So she’d taken great pains to defend their debasement. “You needed to work with Rainbow Dash eventually anyway. So stop complaining and rip off that band-aid today.”

“But--”

“Today!”

And there’d been no arguing with her after that. Mostly because Sonata’s wandering hands had found the brown lump in the seat of her diaper, putting Adagio into an even worse mood. 

“And don’t forget that your history projects are due Monday!” Mr. Sombra said as the bell rang. 

Aria blew bangs out of her eyes with a huff of contemptment. She waited for the rest of the class to stand before she did, having learned little things like that really helped drown out the noise of her crinkly underwear. 

As she did she caught a glance from Sunset, who nudged her head toward Aria’s partner. Rainbow Dash had slapped her textbooks away and was already moving for the door. Forcing Aria to call after her.

“Hey!”

Rainbow turned. “Ugh.” Her eyes rolled to the ceiling and beyond. Aria’s jaw clenched. She was just as disgusted to be talking to a Rainboom. Where did this loser get off thinking she could vocalize it, though?

“Gimme a minute, Shy,” Rainbow said to her friend. The yellow girl to her right inched out of Aria’s line of sight. “What do you want?”

“Guess we better start working on that project,” Aria muttered. Sunset had said to work with Rainbow Dash. She never said anything about having a good attitude for it.

Rainbow groaned. “Really? C’mon, we’ve been doing such a good job at ducking each other.”

“Well it’s not exactly something I want to do either!” Aria hissed out. Screw this, if her so-called ‘partner’ couldn’t even be bothered, why should she reach her hand across the aisle?

“So we’re in agreement then.” Rainbow slung her backpack over her shoulder. “You mind not bugging me again, sea witch?”

Aria glowered at her.

“Ah, Rainbow.” Sunset torpedoed their chances of ending the conversation. She slid in next to her friend. “Finally about to get started on your project, right?”

“I--” Rainbow sighed. “Do I have to?”

“Rainbow, you know if you fail history you can’t be on the soccer team anymore.” Aria’s eyes flickered with understanding. So there was Sunset’s motivation for all this. She wanted to help her friend.

How sickenly sweet. If only Aria didn’t need to pass just as badly.

Rainbow ground her teeth. They were in the same boat; it was time to plug the leaks. “Fine.”

“Fine!” Aria fired back.

“Fine!” Rainbow growled through her teeth.

“Great!” Sunset clapped their attention her way. “You should join me and Adagio afterschool then. We’ll be in the library.”

The padding around Aria’s waist tightened. The two Sirens alone with a pair of Rainbooms? That spelled disaster to her. What, did Sunset plan on exposing their secret to Rainbow Dash? She wouldn’t be dumb enough to do that, right? Even though it would give her an ally to try and get those pictures back.

Both phones would be there at the library. And if Sunset could get her friend’s help in deleting them, then Aria and Adagio would lose their only bargaining chip. 

Dammit. Aria kicked herself for not backing them up on her computer last night. Maybe Adagio had…

“Whatever, I’ll be there.” Rainbow turned to leave, but not before sending one last look Aria’s way. “You better be too.”

“Uh-huh…” Aria managed, still reeling from the possibilities of Sunset’s plot against them. She had a bad feeling about this.





Aria sulked her way through the rest of the day, through detention, and through the trek to the library. It didn’t help that Sonata insisted on holding her hand and leading her there herself.

Everything was bad enough already. Why did she have to join them?

Because someone had to change their diapers if the worst happened, that’s why.

“I know where it is already,” Aria grumbled, wrenching her hand away. Sonata just paused, reached back, and grabbed her by the wrist with a smile. Aria groaned. The world’s dumbest Siren was on the fast track to becoming the world’s handsiest Siren too. Between stuff like this, and the diaper checks, Aria was convinced Sonata wanted to make herself as annoying as possible to the two of them.

Adagio was only able to avoid Sonata’s other hand by walking far ahead of them. That sure didn’t stop Sonata from trying though, as every now and again she’d pick up the pace to try and catch up. Only Aria dragging her feet kept that plan from working. She refused to move fast enough to be forced into a waddle by her diaper.

The library was almost deserted. 

All the better for them, as far as Aria was concerned. Aside from the librarian picking at her nails near the front desk, there was no one in sight. It wasn’t until Adagio led them through a few rows of bookshelves to her usual study spot that they even saw anyone else.

Sunset, with Rainbow Dash sitting opposite of her. One had her eyes in her book, head resting against hand. The other had her arms crossed, indignant that she even had to be here.

Aria ripped her hand away from Sonata’s once more now that they were close. But her true embarrassment, the padding, was not so easily discarded. 

She’d been worried about this part all day. If Rainbow Dash found out, their lives were basically over. They’d managed to contain the damage with the principals, rear ends paying dearly for that. They’d managed to trap Sunset in a catch twenty-two… of sorts. But Rainbow Dash? If she got one whiff of the padding the Sirens wore, she’d run her mouth about it to the entire school.

Thankfully, Adagio had stashed her phone in her locker. Her photos weren’t backed up either, but at least this way Sunset wouldn’t be able to get Dash to team up on them and delete all their blackmail. That meant if the worse came to pass, she’d be on the hook for their downfall as well. She may even try to convince Rainbow not to go through with revealing everything.

But even in that scenario, it meant one more person learned about the diapers. Aria was determined to avoid that at all costs.

“Hey,” Adagio grumbled as she slung her bookbag off and plopped in the seat beside Sunset.

“Right on time.” Sunset smiled, and got frowns in response.

Aria plopped down beside her partner. She grunted. Rainbow Dash grunted.

The room descended into silence. 

Then, the slow dragging of a chair against carpet. Everyone looked over, watching as Sonata pulled a chair of her own up to join their table of four, hopping into it with a noticeable crinkle.

“So,” Adagio said, clearly hoping to cover her fellow Siren’s faux pas. “What are you two going to write your report on?”

Neither seemed all that interested in answering her. Arms crossed, they each looked the other way.

“Ooh, what about the Yakyakistan Wars?” Sonata jumped in excitedly. “Remember Aria? It was soooo funny when you hypnotized King Rutherford the Fourth to--”

“Whatever,” Aria cut her off. “Sure, fine.”

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow. She was clearly aware of their age, without how minimal her surprise was. But this must’ve been the first time she put much thought into just how old the Sirens were. Ditto for their impact on history. And Aria wasn’t keen on letting two members of the Goody-Two-Shoes Gang in on the fact that she’d started the Yakistani Succession Feud.

It was, at least, a part of history she knew well. If for no other reason than the fact that they’d eaten like queens for years during it. But she tried not to think about it, knowing that particular train of thought would just make her depressed about being stuck in diapers.

“I didn’t say it was fine,” Rainbow finally grumbled.

“Yeah? Well I’d just love to hear your idea then,” Aria fired back. Surprising no one, Rainbow didn’t use this as an opportunity to flex her history buff knowledge, almost certainly because she didn’t have any.

So they broke away to find a few textbooks and get started. Adagio and Sunset were nearing the end of their own paper, which fueling a deep envy in Aria. It didn’t make her wish she’d started work with Dash any earlier; it just gave her a deep seated desire to be almost done with this nonsense too.

Though, she really did hope they could wrap this crap up today. Aria did not want to have to continue their study session over the weekend. Talk about living your worst nightmare.

Sonata with naught to do started playing a game on her phone, leaning side to side in her chair and humming upon occasion.

When they returned with their books, Aria was pleased to find they easily slipped into a cold silence. She started filling out a piece of paper with notes as she went, with Rainbow Dash contributing a line or two while she trudged through her book.

Her noisy paper flipping and dissatisfied grumbling finally got under Aria’s skin, and she couldn’t resist a “can you read any slower?”

Sunset looked up from her studying, eyes delivering a concerned warning to Rainbow Dash, who promptly ignored it.

“Least I don’t write like a kindergartner.” Rainbow pointed to Aria’s chicken scratch. “Seriously, how can anyone decipher that?”

The kindergartner remark flared Aria’s cheeks a little. If only because the diaper around her waist added to her insecurity. “You’re telling me you can’t figure out what that says?” Aria slammed her hand on the paper. “I get it. You’re not a slow reader. You’re just an idiot.”

Now Dash’s insecurities were tapped into. “Oh yeah?”

“Rainbow,” Sunset’s voice didn’t take a sharp enough tone, because her friend ignored it.

She stood up out of her chair. “You only think you’re smarter because you lived through all this, old lady. Don’t go thinking you’re better than me.”

Aria slammed her book shut. Sunset nudged Adagio’s shoulder, who still hadn’t looked up. “Do something!”

“Aria.” Adagio’s voice didn’t have any magic behind it any more, but it still commanded the room in an instant. And she still didn’t need to look up.

It was enough to cut through the argument. Aria received the message: if she got up too, it could easily be a one way trip to her diaper being discovered.

With a grunt, Aria just crossed her arms and sank back in her seat. “Fine.”

Rainbow returned to her seat, every bit as calmed down as Aria. Which is to say, barely.

Sunset picked up on both their attitudes, and tried to get things smoothed over. To Aria she said: “Do you want to try apologizing?”

“What?” she growled back through clenched teeth. Adagio glanced up. Just her eyes, not even her head, with a look that reminded Aria how little wiggle room they had with Sunset. “Fine!” She threw up her hands and looked in Rainbow’s vague direction. “Sorry.”

“Better be,” Rainbow grumbled to herself. 

Pride wounded, Aria didn’t even rise to the challenge. But Sunset did. “Rainbow, you too.”

“Wha--” Rainbow looked in shock to her friend. “But she started it!”

“And now you’re going to finish it,” Sunset said, forcefully.

Rainbow’s head flumped back against the back of the chair. She groaned long and loud, ignoring the rules of the library completely. Then she angled her face ever so slightly towards Aria. “Sorry.”

Satisfied knowing that was the best she’d get from either of them, Sunset returned to her own studying. The mood had definitely changed from indignation to aggression, but there wasn’t much she could do about it now.

Aria fumed. Not only at the fact that things were basically unresolved after that, but even more so at Adagio’s role. She’d outright taken Sunset’s side on that! Screw protecting their secret, she’d barely needed convincing. It didn’t matter what Adagio tried to say to her now; it was obvious that Sunset had her, and by extension the Dazzlings, wrapped around her finger.

Maybe she needs a little reminder that we have a gun to her head too. Aria slipped her fingers into her pocket, touching her phone. Maybe one or two of her photos should ‘accidentally’ leak online. Not anywhere public for the kids at school to see them, but enough to give Sunset a good scare. That should show her.

But Aria’s plot would have to wait, because she felt something in her gut drop.

No… Her face went white. By the seven seas, NO!

She started to poop herself.

Biting deeply into the insides of her cheek, Aria tried desperately to hold it back. Sadly, she still didn’t know what ‘holding it’ entail, and so mostly wrapped her arms around her belly, as if that would do any good.

By the smallest of mercies, it was silent. No gurgling of the stomach or air-splitting farts to signal it. Just the deeply uncomfortable look on Aria’s face.

It started to come out.

It was too late to get up and try to run for the bathroom now. And even if it wasn’t, Aria feared she’d break whatever silent spell was over her if she dared move too much. She just had to let the slimy mess pour into the seat of her diaper, and try not to shriek in disgust.

The first messy log smushed against her flattened diaper, given very little room to move while she was sitting down. Warm goo seeped around her cheeks, and Aria practically drew blood from biting down so hard.

Her hands lurched down, and gripped the sides of her chair. She tried to pull herself down with all of her might, hoping that maybe it would give her butt so little room it would decide to stop this accident before it got worse.

It didn’t work.

The next log came ramming into the first, which was now basically a pancake in her diaper. It had nowhere to go yet had to go somewhere. So it squished and slipped in ways Aria had never experienced before.

Her face burned red, partly from her failed attempts to hold back the mudslide, but mostly because of the embarrassment. Adagio had picked up on what was happening, her eyes darting from the mid-mess Siren to Rainbow. Meanwhile Sonata was holding back a gasp, hand over her mouth.

Rainbow Dash mercifully wasn’t looking her way, but Sunset Shimmer did. And she seemed to realize what was happening in an instant.

“Hey Rainbow!” Sunset’s voice came out probably louder than she meant for it to be. “Can you go ask Ms. Inkwell if it’s okay if we stay a little late today?”

Rainbow jumped at the chance to get away from the Dazzlings for a bit. “Sure.” She got up to find the librarian. She didn’t even spare Aria a glance as she left, but the stink from Aria’s mushy diaper must’ve reached her nose. “Ugh,” she said as she walked away. “I think something died of boredom in one of those shelves.”

Aria had her whole bottom lip in her mouth, biting down as the mess continued to squish out of her and into her diaper. When Rainbow was finally out of sight, Sonata bounded over.

“Upsie daisy.” Hands under Aria’s armpits, she scooped her fellow Siren out of the seat. The last of Aria’s accident spilled into her diaper, and the whole mess shifted and sagged now that it had room to do so.

Aria was shaking, needing a few seconds before she could recover and push Sonata away. Then she shot a fierce look of anger Sunset’s way.

How dare she help her! They were sworn enemies for crying out loud. She was blackmailing them to be here in the first place!

What was she even thinking? Was it pity? Did she want Aria to owe her a favor? Or was she just too good-natured to be smart about this? She could’ve literally done nothing and the Dazzlings would’ve been exposed to Rainbow.

Aria ground her teeth as Sonata led her away for a diaper change. Her squishy waddle only added to her fury. 

She wouldn’t have even needed Sunset’s help if not for her stupid insistence that she work with Rainbow. She got her into this situation in the first place!

Pride wounded on top of everything else, Aria began plotting her revenge immediately. Sunset might think she had the Dazzlings wrapped around her little finger, but she would prove otherwise. That little deal Adagio had negotiated was just between her and Sunset after all. Aria wasn’t a part of it as far as she was concerned.

So she’d find her own way to bring Sunset down.