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// Foalhood's End 
// Story: Pound and Pumpkin Cake's Adventures (And Misadventures) In Potty Training 
// by SuperPinkBrony12 
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"So much fow my ideas." Pound sighed, as he and his sister rested their sore bottoms in the time out corner, while their parents worked on attempting to retrieve the flushed joyboy.

"Yeah, now Mommy and Daddy may nevew twust us to be by ouwseves again, and I dun bwame them fow doing so." Pumpkin replied, still rubbing her sore rump.

"Fwom now on, no mattew what happens, wets both awgee nevew to mess with the toiwet again!" Pound vowed. "We onwy fwush it when Mommy, Daddy, ow big sistew Pinkie Pie awwow us."

"Sounds good to me," Pumpkin nodded. "I tink I've had enough of fwushing fun fow one wifetime. Fow now, I just hope Mommy and Daddy can someday twust us again, because if we dun get to be down in the bakewy the days awe gonna be wong and bowing."





Mr. and Mrs. Cake were very relieved when, after a great deal of work, the plumber was able to free Button's joyboy from its resting place at the bottom of the pipes linking the public toilet to the sewers. The joyboy was quite water logged though, and Mr. and Mrs. Cake doubted it would actually work again.

"It's alright," Mrs. Mash told them, when she and her son heard the news and were invited back to Sugarcube Corner. "The toy store was having a sale, so I got Button a new joyboy. And I believe he has something he wants to say to your foals, isn't that right, Button?" She asked her son, as she nudged him forward.

Button found it hard to look at the twins at first, but one stern glare from his mother drained his will to resist. "I'm sorry I called you guys stupid babies," He apologized to the twins. "That was mean."

"Tat's okay, we know you not mean it," Pound replied. "And we sowwy fow fwushing youw joyboy down the toilet."

"It actuawwy kind of wowks, a wittwe," Pumpkin explained. "I tink my magic has someting to do with it. You can have it if you wike."

But Button told Pumpkin and her brother. "Nah, you two keep it. Maybe someday when you're older, you can ask your parents for new ones and I can teach you about all the cool games you can play on it. Trust me, some of them are really good!"

Mrs. Mash smiled. "Someday is a long way away, Button. Now come on, it's getting late and a growing colt like you needs his rest." She then led her son away, even as Button occupied himself with his new joyboy.

Button's Mom's comment struck Pound hard, as he realized something. "I'm growing older too, I'm already out of diapers," He thought to himself. "But I miss them so much, they were so soft and they made me feel safe." But Pound knew better than to mention this to anypony, he was certain they wouldn't understand.





But that night, Pound did end up telling somepony about his recent thoughts. For he woke up in the middle of the night, feeling quite unhappy and on the verge of tears.

"Wha wrong now, Pound?" Pumpkin asked her brother, as she saw him trying to squeeze out of the crib.

"I had a nightmawe, it made me wealize my foawhood is coming to an end," Pound said sadly. "Bu I dun wanna give my foawhood just yet, I wanna be a fowl fow just a witte wongew. Bu I can onwy do tat if I go back to diapees."

Pumpkin watched, as Pound managed to wiggle his way out of the crib bars, and trot over to the changing table. Hidden out of sight in the lowest cabinet (behind several packages of pull-ups) was an opened box of diapers. "Bu you can't go back to diapees, Pound!" Pumpkin protested.

"And why not?!" Pound replied, as he slipped off his pull-up. "Is onwy going to be fow tonight. I gonna put on a diapee and just wet natuwe take its cowuse one wast time. Then I wiww go back to puww-ups. I just wanna wemember wha it was wike to be a foaw, befowe aww tis potty twaining stuff stawted."

"Bu you pwomised Mommy," Pumpkin pleaded, as she watched her brother slip a diaper onto his rump. "You weawwy gonna go back on youw pwomise to make Mommy happy, just so you can feew wike a foaw again fow one night?"

Pound nodded, even as a few tears formed in his eyes as he realized what that would mean. "Dun twy to tawk me out of dis, sis! I HAVE to do this!" But deep down a part of him was feeling guilty. "Do I really want to do this?" He thought to himself, as he looked down at the diaper. It wouldn't take a lot of effort to slip it back off and put his pull-up back on, and the only pony who would ever know of his intent would be his sister. But Pound couldn't bring himself to do it! "Mommy and Daddy may not like it, and my sister may not be happy about it, but I can't be a foal forever. And I want my foalhood to end on a happy note, knowing that I didn't have to worry about anything grown-up like the potty. After this, I can just use my potty, and leave my foalhood behind for good." And with that thought, Pound went unhappily to sleep.





Pound thought it would be very hard for him to fall asleep, since he was so conflicted over what he wanted to do. But somehow he dozed off without much trouble. He didn't even bother to wake up and try to get to the potty when he knew he had to go. "Mommy, Daddy, and big sister Pinkie will just think I had an accident." He thought, as he didn't bother trying to hold it and just let his body release naturally.

Only once Pound was certain his "business" was finished, did he open his eyes. He could already smell his dirty deed, and knew he would need to get changed. However, as his vision slowly became clear, Pound was quite surprised to see his sister was also sleeping in a diaper. And if the bulge in it was any indication, she had used it! "My sister put on and used a diaper?! But why?!" He thought.

Pumpkin woke up just seconds later, seemingly unaware she was in a used diaper. "Good mowning, bwother," She greeted cheerfully. "Guess we need changies, cause we made stinkies."

"Why you weawing a diapee?" Pound asked, crawling over to his sister. "And why you use it?"

Pumpkin smiled. "I didn't wike seeing you so upset, so I decided you shouwdn't have to do what you wewe gonna do awone. Unwike you, I didn't pwomise anyting to Mommy, ow Daddy, ow big sister Pinkie Pie."

"Bu why you do this fow me?" Pound asked. "You couwd have watted me and I wouwd be in big twouble!"

Pumpkin put a hoof around her twin brother, as she told him. "You know I dun wike using diapees, wight?"

Pound nodded. "You awways have been the one who was most eagwr about tis whowe potty twaining business. Even fwom the stawt you kept twying to use youw potty, even when I was twying my hawdest to use my diapees. But what does you not wike using diapees have to do with you changing youw mind now?"

Pumpkin smiled as she explained. "So, if a foaw wike me is in a messy diapee, and if onwy babies use diapees, tat means I awways be a baby with you, bwother!" Tears of liquid pride streamed down her face as she finished saying those words.

Pound couldn't help but gush liquid pride too. "You the best, sistew! Now come on, wet's change befowe we get rashes."

"Bu how we change without Mommy, Daddy, ow big sister Pinkie finding out?" Pumpkin asked her brother.

Pound smiled, freeing himself from his sister's embrace. "I alweady thought of tat. We take the changing suppiwes and ouw puww-ups into the bathwoom. Then we just toss the diapees out the window and into the twash when we done."

"Sounds good to me," Pumpkin replied. "Good ting today is twash cowwecting day."





Both foals carefully trotted to the bathroom down the hall from their nursery, taking great care to close the door softly so as not to alert their parents or wake them up.

Upon entering the bathroom, the twins started to have flashbacks. Flashbacks to some of their many adventures since this potty training had begun. They could remember first being introduced to the toilet and thinking that the flush sound was a monster, and how it had taken their big sister to show them that wasn't the case.

They could remember flushing stuff down the toilet, including themselves, and how after their first sewer trip they'd outsmarted Pinkie and ran around naked. That had been pretty funny.

Pound recalled how he had been so reluctant to potty train, and had done things such as hide his own diapers for personal use, steal his sister's potty, and even make a makeshift diaper out of various stuffed animals. Before his mother had finally guilt tripped him into using his potty. He also remembered how it had felt to be placed into pull-ups, and dealing with the butt ghost.

As for Pumpkin, she could remember how her first attempt at using her potty had backfired, and how her attempt at using the toilet had ended with her falling in. She could also remember how Pound had accidentally flushed her soon after she was placed into pull-ups, and how they had flushed Flurry Heart (even though the foal had teleported back out after going down the drain).

In addition, however, both foals could recall memories of their earlier foalhood. And how, before they were old enough for potty training, they would just play around all day without a care in the world. And whenever they used their diapers, their mother, father, or big sister would always change them with much love and care.

Those were such happy memories, and it saddened both foals to know that those experiences could never be repeated. Now they were both old enough for pull-ups, and they believed it would only be a matter of time before that phase would come to an end as well, and they would have to leave their potties behind.





When the trip down memory lane ended and both foals prepared for the changing process, Pound layed down first. "Otay, sis, weady to change me into my nice cwean puww-up?" He asked his sister.

Pumpkin nodded, magically levitating a clothespin over her nose (she had borrowed one from her big sister Pinkie's stashes of clothespins in case of clothespin emergencies). "Howd stiww, bowther. And dun fowget, you have to change me when I done with you." She told her brother, as she proceeded to start the changing process.

It took a lot of trial and error, but eventually Pumpkin managed to clean her brother's rear and slip his fresh pull-up back on him as if he had never used a diaper at all. Pumpkin then lay down, and patiently waited while her brother did the same to her. Then, when both foals were in clean pull-ups and smelling nice again, Pound flew up and opened the bathroom window. Pumpkin levitated the diapers through and dropped them into the trash below.

"Tanks again fow doing tat, sistew," Pound said to Pumpkin, as the twins trotted back out of the bathroom with the changing supplies (after washing their hooves of course). "You weawwy didn't have to do tat."

"Is alwight, I just gwad I made you feew bettew," Pumpkin replied. "Now, you gonna stay in puww-ups and use the potty fwom now?"

Pound nodded. "Uh-huh, now I weady to twuly weave my foawhood behind fow good."