“Pinkie Pie, get back here! You need your diaper on! You can't go wherever you want to, that’s bad for business.” Mrs. Cake shouted as she chased a naked filly Pinkie Pie all around Sugarcube Corner.
“Aww, but me was waised on a wock fawm,” Pinkie answered. “Me aways go whevever me wanted to, and neva wowwy about da mess o wets.”
“Yes, but here you need a diaper on so we can keep our business nice and clean,” Mrs. Cake explained. “So get back here, Pinkie!” After some running, the plump baker caught the filly and put a diaper on. “Ha, got it on you!” She exclaimed and breathed a sigh of relief. “Now you go play with your toys while Carrot Cake and I work, okay?”
Pinkie giggled. “Otay Mrs. Cake.” And she crawled over to her toys, opting to play with some blocks.
Mr. Cake couldn’t help but notice how exhausted his wife seemed to be when she came back into the kitchen. “You look tired, dear. You sure you can manage the front desk while I’m working in the back?" He asked Mrs. Cake.
Mrs. Cake sighed. “I'll be fine, dear. Pinke just made me run around Sugarcube Corner just to get her diaper on. I just don't know how the Pie family dealt with Pinkie this long and not potty trained her. She’s three years old, we need to get her potty trained!” She declared.
Mr. Cake reluctantly nodded. “Yes, the time has come. I had to clean up her accidents on the floor three times today, and once yesterday in her room. She needs to learn now, or else we’ll need to send her back home to her family on the rock farm.”
Mrs. Cake frowned. “We can’t do that, Carrot Cake. She would never want to leave us. We’re her family now, and we have to care for her as such.”
Mr. Cake sighed. “You’re right, Cup Cake. We have to get Pinkie to learn to use the potty before we even think about trying to send her back to her family.”
“So we’ll try to potty train Pinkie tonight,” Mrs. Cake agreed. “Or do you want to keep trotting around the house just to get her diaper on before she makes another mess on the floor?”
Mr. Cake shook his head. “No, not in a million years. We’ll definitely try to potty train Pinkie Pie tonight.”
As the day carried on, Pinkie Pie occupied herself by playing with her toys till there was no pony left inside other than Mr. and Mrs. Cake and her.
That was when Mrs. Cake came over to Pinkie and said to her. “Pinkie, dear you are three years old and, well, Carrot and I believe it's time for you to learn how to go potty in a training potty, or whatever it is you need to use. Otherwise you can no longer stay here and you’ll have to go back to the rock farm. Okay, Pinkie?”
Pinkie blinked and nearly gasped! “Wat?! Make me go back to da wock fawm?! Nu nu nu, me can’t, me wike it hewe!” Then her posture seemed to slump a bit. “Otay, me weawn to use da potty. But how can me do it? Aww me did befowe is just go on da fwoor or outside to do me business.”
“Well first, do you need to go potty, Pinkie?” Mrs. Cake asked the little filly. “You were playing all day while we were working. You probably had to go by now, I’ll check your diaper,” She did so, pulling back the padding with a hoof. “Hm, you’re wet, Pinkie. Seems we’ll have to try tomorrow morning,” And she turned to her husband. “Dear, can you bring me the change supplies and a fresh diaper?”
“Wait, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie Pie pleaded. “Can you put me in a puww-up, ten if me hawf to go me couwd twy to make it to da potty wen you sweepin. Pwease?”
Mr. Cake shook his head. “I'm sorry, Pinkie, we can't trust you to do it yourself yet. You need one of us to help you remove your diaper and set you on the potty so you can learn with us there.” He proceeded to hoof Mrs. Cake the changing supplies.
“Aww, fine me wait tiww mowning.” Pinkie reluctantly agreed.
“That's a good filly,” Mrs. Cake smiled as she performed a diaper change on Pinkie Pie and put the filly in a clean diaper for the night. Then she added. “But if you want to see your potty and try to use it before bed, I can put you in a pull-up for bedtime, how’s that sound?”
“Wes, me want to see it and dun want to be diapeed anymowe!” Pinkie declared while bouncing up and down.
Mrs. Cake giggled. “Well okay then, let’s go!” She picked up Pinkie, carried her to the bathroom, and set her down next to her potty. “Pinkie, from now on this is what you’ll make your pee pee and poo poos in. It’s your own potty, meant for fillies like you. And look, it’s pink your favorite color! Do you want to sit on it and get a feel for it?”
“Wes wes wes! Me do, Mrs. Cake! And me wuv pink, is so coow!” Pinkie cheered, as ms cake removed the tapes on the diaper and let it hit the ground.
Mrs. Cake then set Pinkie on her potty. “There. How does it feel?”
“Me wuv it!” Pinkie cheered. Then she felt nature calling and with a blush she declared. “Me hawf to potty!”
Mrs. Cake smiled. “Well, just go in your potty, Pinkie Pie.”
“If you can’t, we'll just turn around so you can go, okay?” Mr. Cake added, and he and his wife turned around to give Pinkie some privacy.
Pinkie just relaxed on her potty, trying to go but she couldn’t. She was about to get off when she started to pee into the potty, hearing it tinkle into the bowl! A few plops could be heard as well, and when she was done she stood up and cheered! “Mr. Cake, Mrs. Cake, me did it! Me went potty!”
Mr. Cake and Mrs. Cake smiled and clapped their hooves. “Good, Pinkie, you did a wonderful job! You used your potty like a big girl should!” Mrs. Cake encouraged, wiping Pinkie all clean and putting her in a pull-up for bedtime as promised.
Mr. Cake pour the used potty into the big, adult potty and flushed it all away. Pinkie was amazed and fascinated by this!
“Wen wiww me use da aduwt potty, Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie asked.
“When you are ready, this is just the beginning. For now, focus on your potty.” Mrs. Cake encouraged as she carried Pinkie to her bedroom and set the little filly in her crib.
“Aww, otay. Weww gud night Mama n Dada.” Pinkie yawned and then went to sleep.
“Good night, Pinkie Pie, sleep well.” Mr. and Mrs. Cake both called as they kissed her on the forehead. Then they closed the door a little bit and both headed to bed.
“We did a great job, honey bun,” Mr. Cake declared. “Now let’s hope we can fully potty train Pinkie from here on out.” Then he and his wife both got into bed and fell asleep.