//------------------------------// // No Pain, No Drain (Lightning Dust) // Story: Potty Training Tales // by SuperPinkBrony12 //------------------------------// The colorful and peaceful land of Equestria was far from all rainbows and butterflies. There were those who even in times of peace seemed to enjoy living life on the edge and to the extreme. This was particularly true in a suburban town outside of Manehattan. Not even having a foal had slowed one couple down from their love and desire of extreme experiences, and this love of the extreme was fast working its way into their daughter’s mind. “Foals cramp the style, DD,” A pegasus stallion clad in a faux-leather jacket bluntly stated. “Can’t you find some happy homemaker to watch her while you and I go at it? It wouldn’t be fair if I beat you because the little rugrat was slowing you down.” Diamond Dust, a mare who walked-the-walk as much as she talked-the-talk, had an oversized diaper bag firmly secured on her back. And poking out from the bag was a turquoise-green colored foal with a yellow-gold mane, who had amber colored eyes. Her parents had given her the name of Lightning, both because of their love of anything extreme and because they had soon discovered how fast the little one was when she wanted to be. “Are you afraid that I’ll shame you even more by beating you with a toddler on my back?” Diamond smugly replied to her challenger. “Perhaps you need the diapers more than she does.” The pastel-blue colored pegasus, who also wore a pair of aviator goggles, huffed while stomping his front hoof. “Ever here of reckless endangerment, DD?” He spat. “They’ll take her away when you get all bruised up trying to keep up with me.” Diamond Dust, who had a shimmering mane of silver and a grey colored coat, simply looked back towards her daughter in apparent unconcern. “You see, Lightning?” She pointed out in a mocking tone. “This is what Mommy and Daddy call a chicken.” “Bok-bok-bok-bok!” The foal cried out in the way her parents had trained her to. She did the motions. The stallion grinded his teeth and snarled. “I’ll not be taunted by you or that foal of yours, Diamond!” He raged while raising his wings. “But I take no responsibility for your loss when it happens! You chose to bring the little one into this, so I hope you don’t cry as much as she does when you lose.” “Wishful thinking!” Diamond replied while extending her wings. “Let’s let loose the lightning, baby!” FWOO-FLAP FLAP-WOO “Wee!!” The young filly as her mom took to the air before freefalling to gain speed! She always loved being part of these races. No other foals in Equestria could ever lay claim to such a feat. “Oh, yeah!” Diamond proudly proclaimed upon returning to their apartment. “Not only did we beat the flank off that no name want to be, but also still got back before your father! We’re crushing it!” The thrill-seeking mother then quickly unstrapped the diaper bag, and little Lightning Dust popped out of it just before it crashed loudly to the ground. “Oh yeah!” Lightning Dust cried. “Brave no fear grave!” Diamond Dust smiled down at her daughter and ruffled her mane. “That’s right!” She encouraged without a hint of caution. “There is no glory without risk-” “-And the brave don’t fear the grave!” Mr. Dust announced as he stylishly entered into the cluttered apartment. It was the best the family of thrill seekers could afford. The two exchanged winks to show they had won their respective challenges before going through a quick series of bucks, flips, and hoof bumps. “Yay!” Lightning cheered as she turned red in the face, hunched down, and let out a mighty grunt into her diaper as her tail hiked up. Both parents smiled at how, just like them, their daughter did everything to the extreme. And whereas most parents would shudder at the idea of having to clean up afterwards, these two pegasi just viewed it as another challenge to overcome and conquer. It had served them well since their daughter was born, they didn’t even need to argue about who would take over diaper duty when. “You were last,” Diamond said to her husband while poking him. “So that load is all yours.” The daredevil stallion, who was teal colored with a golden mane that was even longer than his wife’s, laughed. “Well, let her finish and then I’ll do my duty,” He replied while poking his wife back. “So go ahead, Lightning. Let it all out!” “Erf!” Lightning groaned as her back legs spread wider and she finished the total destruction of what was said to be the most absorbent and secure diapers on the market. It was quite a relief to be done. FWOP! The parents watched as the tapes ripped from Lightning’s diaper before the protective garment fell unceremoniously to the ground. Fortunately, it had done its job. “Diaper off!” Lightning cheered. “All in! All out!” Diamond nodded towards her husband, who proudly collected the defeated diaper and his hardcore daughter. They had been considering this next step for a while now, and the recent display they’d witnessed convinced them that the time had come. “I think it’s time we upped your challenge level, Lightning!” Mr. Dust announced. “Your new opponent won’t stand a chance! Not against a foal as awesome as you!” Lightning was confused when, instead of going into her ‘command center’ like normal, her dad instead brought her into the ‘throne room’ as it was called. “Throne room?” She inquired in confusion. “I princess?” “Warrior princess, Lightning,” Hr father corrected, as he chucked the decimated diaper into the trash and began to clean his daughter up with wet wipes. “And to conquer the throne means you need to prove you can wear ‘All Star Underwear’ without doing any damage to them.” Lightning looked confused as her father reached into a pack of what looked like a diaper, but neither felt or went on like one. “Behold!” Her father proudly cheered. “The porcelain god needs and demands its daily tribute! It wants what your diapers could not hope to contain, and conquering it will make you another step closer to being the next leader of The Wonderbolts!” Lightning Dust marched herself towards the rimmed, chair-shaped object. She might have occasionally glanced at it before without a second thought, but now she had a new idea of what it was for. “Go there?” She curiously asked. Yet only with some flapping of her young wings and grasping with her front hooves, could she even glimpse a fraction of this ‘god’ who wanted what her weak diapers could not contain. Mr. Dust helped his daughter up to see what her small stature and developing wings could not allow her to see. Particularly the unusual bowl that looked like it had water. “It all goes in there,” He said to his daughter in a very dramatic voice. “Only the porcelain god is capable of handling your ‘foal force’.” Lightning’s eyes happened to spot the shiny, ramp-like object attached near the top right of the throne. “What that?” She asked while flapping her wings and stretching towards it. Lightning’s father kept a loose hold on his daughter as Diamond came in to see how things were going. “Careful, Moony,” She said in a moment where her maternal instincts managed to override her ‘no pain, no gain’ way of thinking. “Don’t let her get too close.” Moon Dust simply looked towards his wife and smiled. “It’s cool,” He played while failing to retain the same grip on his daughter he had a moment ago. “I know what I’m doing." FWIP FLAP-FLAP CLICK FWOO-WISH! Moon had barely finished his statement when his daughter escaped his grip, fluttered the very short distance to the toilet’s handle, and put enough force down upon it to make it roar into action. “Momma!” Lightning fearfully screamed upon taking in the mighty sound of the ‘god’ and stumbled back in midair. BONK FLIP SPLAT “MOMMA!” Lightning shrieked as she landed inside the bowl of the toilet in time for her tail to get wet enough to be ‘gobbled up’ by the ‘mouth of the beast’! And it felt like the rest of her would soon follow as she spun helplessly around, feeling dizzy and disoriented! “LIGHTNING!” Diamond exclaimed as she shoved her husband aside, rushed over and retrieved their daughter from the toilet with seconds to spare! “It’s okay! Momma’s got you! You’re safe!” Moon Dust was still making sense of what just happened when he saw his wife comforting and cradling Lightning while sitting herself upon the seat of the toilet. “What happened?” He asked, everything had occurred so fast that he was still trying to process it. Diamond glared at her husband. “Our daughter almost got flushed thanks to you!” She growled at him! “Go bring me a warm bottle and some towels, stat!” Moon nodded as he started to turn towards the bathroom door. “The brave don’t fear the grave,” He proudly declared, apparently not concerned about the near miss. “She braved the belly of the best, and will soon know that the toilet fears her more than she fears it.” Maternal Diamond exploded in full force as she, within a fraction of a second, took hold of a roll of toilet paper and flung it at her husband’s head! “And I’ll be your grave if you are ever this careless with our daughter ever again!” She boomed! “Now get me that bottle and clean towels!” Moon Dust was usually fearless. However, he did fear his wife when she went into ‘Mom Mode’. “On it!” He replied while heading for the kitchen, removing himself from the situation. Diamond, meanwhiel, coddled her still shaking daughter. “It’s okay, Lighty,” She cooed while planting a kiss on her daughter’s head. “Momma just put the potty in time out. It will never hurt you again. I won’t allow it!” Little Lightning Dust allowed herself to enjoy this rare moment of genuine love and affection. For now, the young filly no longer needed to worry about being ‘the best’, or ‘the bravest’. For this moment, Lightning was a foal free of expectations. The rest of the day was all about loving Lightning. Diamond sent her husband out to buy a pack of ‘Silly Filly’ diapers, which were more about comfort than efficiency, dressed her daughter in a minky sleeper, and bottle fed her until the foal fell asleep with a smile on her face. “My precious little bolt of lightning," She said with a tear in her eye. “Your dad and I may not ‘fear the grave’, but we do fear losing you.” Life in the Dust apartment would return to feats of reckless daring do by the following day. However it was the times her mom and dad weren’t so ‘hardcore’ that truly allowed the foal to be free of all that would lead her to go from Wonderbolt material to a Washout. When next they would introduce their daughter to the toilet, it was void of the usual extremes and treated with the delicey that potty training deserved. It didn’t last long, however. As memory of the near miss faded and Lightning started to grasp toilet usage, the extreme nature returned. Yet even Lightning would not risk another battle with the ‘god’. The fear of what would’ve happened had her mom not rescued her when she did was enough to give the little filly pause. It was perhaps the only thing in her life that could make even her willing to play it safe.