//------------------------------// // Pegasus Potty Problem (Scootaloo) // Story: Potty Training Tales // by SuperPinkBrony12 //------------------------------// It had been a rough two, almost three years for Holiday and her special somepony Lofty. Their young niece, Scootaloo, had been placed into their care following the disappearance of both her father and her mother while on one of their adventures. While the search had not officially been cancelled, at this point even the royal guard were assuming that the two were dead (though Holiday suspected the more likely reason was simply that Scootaloo’s parents were too busy to raise a foal). Thus, Holiday and Lofty had been left to try and raise a rambunctious little pegasus. A task that was easier said than done considering Scootaloo never seemed to tire out. Just like her parents, she seemed to have a love for adventure, and was always curious about everything. On top of that her natural pegasus abilities seemed to give her unlimited energy, which was only made worse by the fact that she was nowhere close to the source of pegasus magic, Cloudsdale. Still, the two mares had tried their best to take care of Scootaloo and raise her properly. Lofty tended to be stricter on parenting than Holiday, who favored a gentler approach. Lightly coaxing her little niece in the right direction, and giving her some space to be her own pony. But to Lofty it felt like Holiday was trying not to be the bad guy, which meant that Scootaloo tended to give her a harder time despite Lofty being a pegasus too. And so it was that, with an urgent period of development lurking just around the corner, Lofty was determined to prove that she could handle a foal. She proposed the idea one night after Scootaloo had been set down to sleep, a foal monitor turned on so her aunts would be notified if she needed anything. In the kitchen, Lofty announced her intentions to her special somepony. “Holiday, you know Scootaloo’s getting to be almost three years old now. But she’s still in diapers.” Holiday sighed. “Yes, Lofty, I know. I’m growing just as tired of changing them as you are. But we need to ease her out of them. If we try to force her to give up her diapers, she’s going to hate us.” Lofty shook her head. “Holiday, sweetie, I love you with all my heart. But you need to put your hoof down. You’ve been letting Scootaloo trot all over you from day one. When I was growing up my parents were firm but fair, if I did something I wasn’t supposed to they let know,” Then she coughed into a hoof. “Which is why starting tomorrow, I’m going to be teaching Scootaloo about the potty.” Holiday’s eyes almost widened with shock! “Lofty, are you sure she’s ready? She still sometimes doesn’t tell us when she has to go.” Lofty affirmed her statement. “Well she’s got to learn eventually. The longer we put this off the harder it’s going to be. We should’ve done this sooner. Most ponies are out of diapers by the time they’re her age.” Holiday looked at her lover. She could tell from experience that when her special somepony got like this there was no convincing her otherwise. “Very well, dear. If you really think she’s ready I suppose I won’t question your judgement.” “Excellent!” Lofty declared with a smile. “I bet you I can get her fully trained within a month, probably even sooner than that!” At that, Holiday frowned. “Dear, are you sure that’s wise? Potty training is a delicate process. It’s not good to rush it.” Lofty just grinned. “Not to worry, my dear Holiday. You’ll see! Within a month, our little niece won’t even remember when she needed diapers. That’ll be how much she’ll grow to love using the potty! And I’m going to train her exactly the same way my parents trained me.” Holiday just sighed and shook her head. “This isn’t going to end well, I just know it.” She thought to herself, but Lofty’s mind was set. True to her word, Lofty began the potty training process the very next day. The bulky pegasus made a whole dramatic affair out of it, parading her still diapered niece into the bathroom while covering her eyes. “Okay, Scootaloo, you can open them now. Are you ready for your surprise?” Lofty asked the foal with a lovely orange coat. Scootaloo babbled, her tiny wings buzzing with excitement! “Suwpwise! Suwpwise!” She giggled. She wasn’t quite sure why it would be in the bathroom of all places, but a surprise was a surprise. Lofty removed her hooves from Scootaloo’s light purple eyes. “I present to you, your brand new potty!” She happily declared, gesturing to a small, plastic bowl shaped object nearby. It was a lovely baby pink in color with light white trim around the rim, and had the words “My Little Potty” written on it. Scootaloo waddled over to the strange object. It looked to be about her size. “What a potty?” She asked her Auntie Lofty. Lofty smiled and lovingly cooed. “It’s what you use when you need to do your pee pees and poo poos, Scootaloo. You know, instead of a diaper.” At that Scootaloo became horrified, looking down at her diaper as she poked at it with a hoof! “But me like diapee! It soft!” The bulky pegasus mare had expected such a reaction. She just laughed lightly. “I’m sure you do, slugger. But you can’t be in diapers forever. It’s time for you to start using the potty like a big filly. You do wanna be a big filly, don’t you?” Scootaloo stuck out her tongue. “Nu uh, no wanna be big fiwwy. Big fiwwies use potty, not diapees. Me like diapees.” With a grin, Lofty played her trump card. “Oh, you don’t wanna be a big filly? You don’t wanna wear these big pony pull-ups I bought you? They’re just like diapers, except they have really cool designs.” She presented a package of them. Scootaloo eyed the package, then turned her head. “Puww-ups not diapees! Me no wanna wear puww-ups.” Lofty continued to press. “Just a little more nudging and she’ll be using the potty like a champ!” She thought to herself, fully confident of her skills. “Okay, slugger, you win. You don’t have to use the potty. I won’t put you in pull-ups.” “You not?” Scootaloo questioned, surprised by her Auntie Lofty’s sudden about face. “Of course not,” Lofty added in a sincere tone. “You can stay in diapers forever. You’ll be the only foal in the entire kingdom who still wears diapers to school.” At that the little filly gasped! “No!” “Oh, you don’t want that?” Lofty pretended to be surprised. “But I thought you wanted to stay in diapers?” “Not if me get teased. If diapees mean I get teased, I no want them. Me use potty!” Scootaloo insisted, trotting over to it and sitting down on the little object. “Wait, Scootaloo!” Lofty shouted as she rushed towards her niece. “You forgot to-” But it was too late, without even checking Scootaloo relaxed and started peeing. However, because she hadn’t taken off her diaper, she went in it and not the potty. It wasn’t until she was finished that she realized her mistake. “Oopsie!” The little pegasus blushed. Lofty just sighed. She’d expected a few bumps in the road, but nothing quite like this. In fact, to her it felt almost like her niece had done it on purpose. But there was no way Scootaloo was that smart. “It’s okay, squirt,” Lofty commented, not noticing the unintentional fitting nature of the name. “I’ll go get the changing supplies and put you in a fresh diaper. Then you can try out your new potty after I take off your diaper,” She turned and trotted out of the bathroom a moment later, instructing to her niece. “Stay in the bathroom, okay? Don’t wander off.” “Otay!” Scootaloo gave some kind of salute, watching as her Auntie Lofty exited the bathroom after saying that. Naturally, Scootaloo being the curious little filly that she was, didn’t stay put for long. She got up from the potty, intent on exploring her surroundings to the best of her ability. It didn’t take long for an object to catch her eye. A strange, white, bowl shaped object with that strange, silvery object nearby. She had seen it before, but it had never attracted her attention. But now she had a new piece of context, it looked like her potty but much bigger. Such a thing warranted a closer inspection. Maybe it was what made those strange sounds she could sometimes hear coming from the bathroom? The only problem plaguing the pegasus was the height. The seat of the porcelain object was far too high up for her to reach normally. Fortunately, her wings easily took care of that problem. She gave them a buzz and started to lift herself off the ground. Her wet diaper proved to be a burden, weighing her down and requiring her to expend more effort. At last, however, with a great deal of straining, Scootaloo was able to climb up on the seat. It was kind of slippery for some reason. Still, she kept her balance, staring down into the interior of the bowl. It appeared to be full of some kind of water, tempting her with its smooth, almost mirror like reflection. The only thing that seemed odd was the hole at the bottom. But Scootaloo didn’t think about it for long. The water left no doubt in her mind what this object really was. It was another bathtub! She loved taking baths, especially bubble baths!  With a giggle, she jumped off the seat and into the bowl, her diaper filling up with water and become even heavier. Now it was like a beanbag chair, and she delighted in teetering up and down on it, water splashing all around her. If only she had a rubber ducky to play with. At that moment, however, Auntie Lofty re-entered the bathroom with the changing supplies in tow. “Okay, slugger,” She sighed. “Let’s get you changed and then…” But her sentence was cut off when her eyes fell upon her niece, floating in the toilet and splashing water out of it! Horrified, the sturdy pegasus mare dashed over and fished her niece out, frowning upon seeing her diaper start to sag from all the water in it. “Young mare,” She scolded in her best lecture voice. “The grown up potty is NOT a swimming pool! You could’ve drowned!” “Me sowwy!” Scootaloo apologized. Apparently she had misunderstood what that “grown up potty” was for. She had wondered why her aunts and other “grown ups” didn’t wear diapers. Lofty just groaned. “It’s really my fault, I should’ve known better than leave you in here all by yourself. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Then she turned toward the bathtub. “But after what you’ve been in, you need a bath. If you get sick, Holiday’s gonna make me sleep on the couch all week. Then I’ll put a new diaper on you, and then you can try out your new potty.” Leaning over to the tub and turning on the water, the mare thought to herself. “This isn’t going the way I hoped. But it’s fine, I can work around these setbacks.” However, Lofty’s assumption turned out to be premature. As soon as she was done with Scootaloo’s bath and dried her off, the little filly stood up and ran off before her Auntie Lofty could put a diaper on her! “Young filly, you get back here!” Auntie Lofty shouted as she chased after her now stark naked niece (even though ponies didn’t normally wear clothes in the first place). Scootaloo just giggled. “Can’t catch me!” She taunted, stopping for a second to blow a raspberry before she took off again. She had no particular destination in mind, she just loved making her Auntie Lofty chase after her. Holiday had working out front in her garden, and had no idea f what had been transpiring indoors as she trotted back inside to rest. However, when she saw her niece running past her with nothing on, and her special somepony chasing after said niece with a diaper in her mouth, Holiday was anything but pleased. “Lofty, what in the name of Celestia is going on here?! Why are you letting Scootaloo be naked when she’s clearly not potty trained yet?!” Lofty dropped the diaper from her mouth, letting it fall onto the floor. “She’s out of control, Holiday! You’ve gotta help me! I thought I could train her the way my parents trained me, but I should’ve realized that Scootaloo is a pony of an entirely different color.” Holiday simply smirked. She’d had a feeling this sort of thing was going to happen eventually. “I knew I’d win this bet. My darling Lofty is many things, but she’s definitely not the greatest with foals. Looks like it’s up to me to save the day, again.” She thought to herself. Fortunately, the earth pony knew just what to do. She simply followed Scootaloo as her diaperless niece ran around outside, clearly enjoying the liberating feeling of not having a diaper on. As much as her niece might like her diapers, she liked feeling free even more. “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked as she approached Scootaloo. “Being able to run around with nothing on, and nopony yelling at you to put on a diaper or a pull-up.” Scootaloo nodded. “Uh-huh, so fun! Me fertiwize soiw wike gwon-ups mention.” Aunt Holiday had explained to the filly the ingredients that went into good soil the other week and she honestly hadn’t remembered many, but that one had been surprising enough to stick. Holiday shook her head. “I don’t think so, Scootaloo. It’s nice of you to offer, but my garden has plenty of manure already. The Apples are kind enough to supply me with as much as I could need,” Then she told her niece. “You still need to use the potty if you want to keep enjoying this feeling. If you’re going to just go wherever you feel like, you’ll leave me no choice but to keep you in diapers everywhere we go.” “Even when fwiends come ovew to pway?” Scootaloo asked, suddenly fearful of the teasing that her Auntie Lofty had suggested earlier. “Yes, Scootaloo,” Holiday insisted. “But if you start using your potty like you’re supposed to, and tell Lofty or I whenever you think you have to go, you can be bottomless outside the house. Inside, you’ll have to wear diapers or pull-ups to bed, at least until Lofty and I can be sure you won’t have any accidents at night. Okay?” “Otay Aunt Howiday,” Scootaloo nodded and gave the earth pony mare a hug. “You ta bestest aunt evew!” Holiday just smiled. “I know, Scootaloo, I know.” Lofty was rendered speechless, once again her special somepony had outshined her on something.