//------------------------------// // A Princess and Her Throne (Rarity) // Story: Potty Training Tales // by SuperPinkBrony12 //------------------------------// If there was one downside to being born into a family of common ponies, for Rarity it was that her parents unfortunately tended to lag far behind other ponies in regards to trends of importance. It was forgivable for fashion, she could understand that not everypony liked to have the newest dress or outfit (or could afford it for that matter). And while she would’ve liked her bedroom to be a bit more “upscale” as it currently was the young unicorn didn’t mind what she currently had, especially since a particularly noisy and (inevitably smelly) little sister was soon to occupy the room hastily converted into a nursery at the opposite end of the hallway. However, Rarity quite dreaded the fact that her family’s plumbing fixtures were not very glamorous or desirable. They had a couple of sinks, which was as close to modern as their plumbing could get. They had a bath house, but what the bath house ultimately lacked was a place to tend to one’s bodily needs. That duty fell to one of two things: The many chamber pots the family kept for easy access, or the trench in the shed also commonly referred to as an outhouse. Rarity read in many magazines that the noble ponies she so often looked up were moving away from those things in droves. They opted for flush lavatories, and some were even rich enough to afford the new throne models as they were called. Her parents saw no need for any such devices, chamber pots and an outhouse worked just fine as far as they were concerned. It was how their family had been trained, it was how they had trained Rarity. Thus the young unicorn resigned herself to the possibility that she would not have access to a flush lavatory of any kind until she was old enough to move out. By that point she figured that her parents would be the only ponies still in Ponyville who bothered to keep chamber pots (aside from maybe the Apples, but they lived on a farm). But fate can work in mysterious ways. As if in answer to her desires, the universe was going to present Rarity with a chance to not only see the way of the future in plumbing, but also with a chance to test it out for herself. Giving her an experience she would cherish. And it would all take place in the most unexpected of ways, during a field trip to Canterlot. Much as Rarity liked Ponyville, she truly felt like she was a Canterlot pony at heart. It just seemed better suited to her tastes, even if the locals could be rather “judgemental” for lack of a better term. Every little detail about you was subject to the harshest of scrutiny. Rarity did her best not to let the looks bother her. She knew it was odd that she was still in diapers (they were really more like pull-ups, but their design still looked similar to diapers and they still had to be pulled up and down like diapers). But her parents didn’t want to take chances since their daughter would be without ready access to a chamber pot, and her kindergarten class didn’t bring any with them. She really didn’t need pull-ups, but her mother had said “It’s better to be safe than to be sorry. You wouldn’t want to have an accident in the streets and have all the noble ponies scoff at you.” Luckily, Rarity’s friend Cheerilee had opted to wear pull-ups too so that Rarity wouldn’t feel so bad. Cheerilee truly was the kind of friend you could count on to support you and back you up. She could also pick up on things that might be hard to notice otherwise. And her attention was currently drawn to the fact that Rarity seemed to squirming and shifting around a bit. Come to think of it, it had been a while since snack time. And the anxiety over the silent glares Rarity was receiving probably didn’t help matters. With the two foals lagging near the back of their class as they trotted through a museum, Cheerilee opted to ask her unicorn friend a question. “Rarity, you have to go, don’t you?” Rarity nodded her head. “It would seem I do, Cheerilee. And using my pull-up is most certainly out of the question. A lady does not intentionally soil herself.” “Then we should probably get you to a bathroom,” Cheerilee suggested, as she raised a hoof to get the teacher’s attention. “Miss. Sunshine?” The teacher (a unicorn with a dazzling orange coat) turned to Cheerilee. “What is it, Cheerilee?” “Can we stop for a bathroom break?” Cheerilee asked the mare. The teacher didn’t seem to notice Rarity’s constant shifting and squirming, or if she did she paid it no attention. “Well, I suppose a quick potty break won’t hurt matters. We are ahead of schedule, actually,” She clapped her hooves. “Alright, little ones. We’ll be taking a quick potty break. Anypony who needs to go potty should take advantage of this opportunity. And even those who don’t should probably considering trying.” Rarity quickly dashed to the front of the lines that were forming, she couldn’t wait much longer and did not want to risk an accident! Fortunately, she had Cheerilee to hold her place in line. And because Cheerilee was slightly older, she could also be trusted to go by herself. She took advantage of that fact to lead Rarity into the mare’s bathroom. “Come on.” The two young fillies trotted inside, promptly settling on the first stall they could come across. Rarity’s blue eyes quickly spotting something she had never expected to see. A huge, gleaming white bowl shaped object stood before her. Its smooth, polished surface gazing back at her, alongside a gleaming silver handle, and similarly gleaming silver pipes. She realized that it was one of those throne model flush lavatories she’d been reading so much about (she knew that they were actually called “toilets” but lavatory sounded far more elegant)! Cheerilee pulled down Rarity’s pull-up. “Okay, you can go. Be quick though, it looks like a lot of ponies have to go too.” Rarity trotted forward, not the least bit intimidated by the presence of this mighty object like other foals might be. But its size did give her room for pause. It easily towered over her, something that was not a problem with the outhouse back home or even her chamber pot (though the one she had wasn’t as big as her mom’s). A faint gulp escaped her lips, almost causing her to relieve herself right on the spot. Good thing she had more control of her bodily functions than that. Cheerilee still noticed the gulp though, and she immediately trotted towards her friend. “What’s wrong, Rarity? Are you scared? I’ve heard that some ponies say that thing is a monster, though I don’t know why. It seems harmless.” Rarity shook her head. “I’m not really scared of it, darling,” She tried her best to keep a straight face. “I just didn’t anticipate it being so… big. How do they expect foals to use something like that?” The earth pony filly shrugged her hooves. “Not sure, maybe there’s some kind of step stool or something. Maybe I can find one?” But the little unicorn shook her head again. “I can’t wait that long, Cheerilee! I need to find some way up onto that seat, and I need to find it right now!” Cheerilee put a hoof to her chin, pondering for a couple of seconds. Then she got an idea. “Why don’t you climb onto my back, and I’ll lift you up? I think you’ll just barely reach it.” “It can’t hurt to try, I really don’t see any better options at the moment. We must act quickly, though!” Rarity declared with a sense of urgency. Cheerilee proceeded to trot closer to the toilet, crouching down as she motioned for her friend to climb onto her back. Rarity obliged without hesitation, and using her natural earth pony strength Cheerilee was able to lift Rarity up a considerable distance. Even with the lift, Rarity could still only barely grasp the edge of the toilet seat with her tiny hooves. The surface felt strangely slippery, almost like soap. She nearly lost her grip and slid off, but somehow she held on. A great deal of struggling ensued as Rarity clumsily climbed onto the toilet seat. Getting up on the toilet seat was the hard part. Everything else came easily to Rarity as she turned around (though not without happening to glance into the toilet bowl and noticing how the water was weirdly colored and looked like a mirror) and planted her rump over the edge of the toilet seat, dangling just over the toilet bowl. She felt just like a princess perched atop her throne, all she really needed was a crown and the feeling would be complete. In fact, that imagery allowed Rarity to relax and relieve herself with the greatest of ease. She of course made sure to lift her tail upward, it was the polite thing to do after all. Her efforts were soon rewarded as a series of plops could be heard and a familiar smell reached her nostrils. Cheerilee had been watching the whole thing, and she clapped her hooves in approval. “Nice job, Rarity! You made that look so easy!” Rarity couldn’t resist the urge to boast. “Well, darling, of course it comes naturally to a lady like me. A lady does not let mere adversity interfere with the natural order of things. And neither does a lady give up at the first sign of trouble, she keeps trying until she gets it right,” But her boast quickly faded as a new dilemma presented itself to the foal. “Now, how do I....” She struggled to think of how to put the next part of her sentence delicately. But she needn’t have bothered, her friend had a pretty good idea of what the unicorn was trying to say. The earth pony gestured a hoof to a nearby rack. “I think you’re supposed to use that. It’s called ‘toilet paper’. And as for how you dispose of everything,” She pointed to the flush handle off to her left. “I’d try using that.” “Um, darling, I hate to ask but…” Rarity began, coughing into a hoof. “Could you maybe bring some of that ‘toilet paper’ up to me? I don’t think I can get back up if I get down.” Cheerilee nodded her head. “Sure, I’ll get you a whole bunch. Just be careful getting off, that seat looks awfully slippery.” She trotted over to the rack, pulling down several rolls worth of toilet paper. Only once she had emptied the rack entirely did she toss the end of one roll up to Rarity. Rarity grabbed the roll and pulled up the rest, using most of it to wipe her rump until she was sure it was spotless. After she dumped the roll into the toilet bowl, she carefully trotted over to the flush handle. With a great deal of effort she pulled it down. The toilet gave a mighty roar, as both the toilet paper from the roll Rarity used and the water in the toilet bowl started to spin rapidly around and around. Rarity hopped down from the toilet seat as the last of the toilet paper disappeared down the drain and then the roar stopped and the toilet bowl started to refill back up. “You done?” Cheerilee asked Rarity as she approached her friend again. Rarity nodded. “I must say, that noise most certainly was unexpected. No wonder some ponies claim it’s a monster. If I wasn’t old enough to know better I’d certainly think they were right.” She chuckled at the thought, then started thinking to herself. “What would it take to convince Mother and Father to install something like that back at home? I would gladly use it in place of chamber pots and the outhouse.”