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// Flush And Fleet (Fleetfoot) 
// Story: Potty Training Tales 
// by SuperPinkBrony12 
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When the order was sent out to all Wonderbolts that they were to wear diapers, at first just for shows and then all the time, many had grumbled and complained. They didn’t like the idea of being forced into such infantile garments and then parading about in them for everypony to see. Yet none were as vocal in their opposition of the decision than Fleetfoot, not the least because of her own experiences with diapers and getting out of them.

Although Fleetfoot had grown up in a traditional pegasus home with loving parents, her mom and dad were almost never around. They seemed to be busy with their jobs or with other things. So the care of Fleetfoot was left to her older brother named Silverstreak. As the name suggested he had a coat of gleaming silver, an almost similarly colored white mane and tail that were often messy and unstyled, and lovely blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires. His cutie mark was a trail of dust.

Silverstreak would often be there to wake Fleetfoot in the morning, change her diapers, feed her, bathe her and of course play with her and put her to bed. Fleetfoot was too young to really take notice of how he seemed to almost always be around her, and didn’t seem to have anywhere else he needed to be. She just latched onto him in the absence of a parent or trusted guardian or caretaker to look after her. 

Naturally, the teenage pegasus started to grow pretty tired of having to change his little sister’s diapers all the time. He knew it was supposed to be his parents’ job, and he hated how they were basically forcing him to step up in their absence. But he had no idea how to properly convey this to little Fleetfoot, so he would force himself to smile even when it was obvious that it was a fake smile.

Eventually, Silverstreak decided that enough was enough. He wasn’t going to change anymore diapers if he could help it! And since his parents weren’t likely to step up and start taking over on their responsibilities anytime soon, the teenaged colt decided he would do the next best thing. “Enjoy the diapers now, little sis,” He thought one day as he watched Fleetfoot waddling around, flapping her wings while her padded butt clearly wiggled and shook with every step she took. “Because pretty soon they’re gonna be a thing of the past. Mom and Dad say I was a fast learner, so I’ll bet you’ll be the same.”





The very next day, Silverstreak made sure to wake up bright and early to check on his little sister. Just as he’d suspected, his parents were yet again nowhere to be seen and had left him in charge of the house. Well that meant they weren’t going to be able to protest when he did what he was about to do. making his way over to Fleetfoot’s nursery and threw open the door as he made his way over to her crib. “Okay, Fleetfoot, I think that it’s high time you got out of diapers,” He declared in a bold and dramatic tone that only barely covered up his annoyance and frustration. “So starting today, you’re going to do your business the way all big ponies do.”

“I be big pony?” Fleetfoot asked in an unaware tone as she fluttered her way out of her crib and into her brother’s embrace.

Silverstreak eagerly nodded his head. “As long as you pay attention and do exactly what I tell you to do, yes. So, let’s-” But his statement was cut off as he sniffed the air and plugged his nose.

With a blush, Fleetfoot not so secretly asked. “Big brother change me?”

“Actually,” Silverstreak declared while holding his nose. “Let’s adjourn to the bathroom. After all, that’s where you’re gonna go from now on whenever you need to do what you just did in your diaper. Might as well cut out the middle mare and go straight to where everything’s gonna end up anyways.”

Fleetfoot blinked in surprise as she was carried into the bathroom by her brother, who was holding her a great distance away from his nose and flapping his wings to try and fan away the smell. She only really knew the room for being where she had her baths. But that was often after she had been changed. So why would she be getting a bath when she hadn’t yet been given a change? 

The teenaged pegasus used a hoof to kick open the bathroom door and carried his sister inside. He passed right by the bathtub and the sink, eventually setting Fleetfoot down carefully on the floor in front of a massive object that looked like a cross between a chair and a bowl.

Eyeing the massive object from her current position, the little filly was amazed by how tall and… big it was compared to her. It was bigger than anything she had ever seen before.

Fleetfoot’s attention was quickly drawn to something else as she saw her brother lifted up the lid, revealing what looked like a round seat which covered the entire rim of the bowl. “This is the toilet, the big pony potty.” He explained to her. “Whatever you wanna call it, it’s what big ponies use instead of diapers to go number one and number two. Just take off your diaper, sit down on the seat, do whatever you gotta do, and then be sure to wipe, flush and wash.”

Fleetfoot already knew about “wiping” and “washing”, though she was a little surprised to see her brother gesture to a nearby rack holding up an unfamiliar substance. “You see that?” He asked, and when his sister nodded he told her. “That’s toilet paper, and that’s what you use to clean yourself up after you go. Except you don’t put it in the trash, you put it in the toilet.”

“In toiwet?” The little filly blinked and questioned.

“Yes,” Silverstreak nodded. “The bowl is where you put everything that’s supposed to go into it: Namely your number ones and number twos, and toilet paper. Then when you’re all done, or sometimes even before you’re done, you just flush and everything that’s in the toilet will go away. Would you like to see how?”

When his sister nodded her head in approval, the teenage pegasus scooped her up, taking care not to touch her diaper. He delicately deposited her atop the tank, making sure his sister was standing on it carefully and not in danger of falling off. Then he pulled a couple pieces of toilet paper off from the roll before placing it into the toilet bowl.

“Alright, now pay attention, this is the most important thing to remember,” Silverstreak instructed as Fleetfoot’s eyes noticed her brother had a hoof on some kind of gleaming, silver handle that was attached to the tank. “To flush, you just push down on this handle. It’s really quite simple. Just watch!” Demonstrating this, he promptly pushed it down.

The toilet let out a mighty loud roar which caused Fleetfoot to wince in surprise. She didn’t expect the noise to be that loud (even if she heard it quite often since the room she was in now was right next to her nursery). Despite her current position, the filly was able to look down from the lid at the bowl directly beneath her. The water inside it had at first been smooth and mirror like before it started spinning and swirling around and around, taking the toilet paper with it. As it spun faster and faster, Fleetfoot watched with curiosity as it suddenly became a dizzying whirlpool. After a few seconds, it swirled down a hole and disappeared! It came back moments later and returned to its smooth, crystalling clear appearance from before.





Fleetfoot started hopping up and down in excitement. “Tat so coow!” She cheered. Her brother’s demonstration had most definitely caught her attention! “Is wike magic twick!”

  “You bet it is, little sis!” Silverstreak said. “So from now on, I want you to use the toilet and not your diapers every time you have to go. Just think, you won’t have to stop playing or flying for diaper changes. Heck, you won’t even have to wear diapers. You’ll be free to fly around with nothing on. Won’t that be nice?”

Fleetfoot nodded in agreement and began flapping and buzzing her wings! “Splendid!” Silverstreak declared, before his attention turned to the padded undergarment still around his sister’s rump and lowered himself to her level. “First, you gotta get rid of that dirty diaper. I don’t think I need to tell you why. So, let’s get you out of that thing before you get a rash. Don’t need Mom and Dad to yell at me, don’t we?” 

“Uh-huh!” Fleetfoot declared. “We no like tat!” She now had a pretty good understanding of why diapers and the toilet didn’t go together, why you could only use one.

Silverstreak couldn’t help but chuckle. Then he got an idea. “Actually, why don’t you do the honors of disposing of your old diaper?” He suggested. “It’s your last one, after all. It only seems right that you be the one to make that first step towards being a big pony.”

“How do I tat?” Fleetfoot asked with concern. That was one thing she wasn’t quite sure on, and her brother’s demonstration unfortunately hadn’t told her anything that could help.

“Just undo the tabs. It’s pretty easy to remove it after that.” Silverstreak instructed. He decided to do that part of the job himself as his little sister’s hooves didn’t look like they’d be quite up to the task. Upon doing so however, the teenaged pegasus didn’t know that he was about to give Fleetfoot a chance to cause trouble.

After the tabs were undone and the diaper slid down her back hooves Fleetfoot snatched it up and began flapping her wings to carry it. Soon she was hovering over the toilet where she promptly dropped her diaper into the bowl. Then she started flapping and flying toward the handle.

“Bye bye diapee!” She waved a hoof to the undergarment floating in the water, before pressing the handle down with all the strength her little body could muster up!

When Silverstreak heard the toilet flushing, he realized what Fleetfoot was doing! He tried to reach out a hoof to grab his sister’s soggy diaper which was now spinning rapidly around and around with the water in the bowl. But it was too late! The teenage pegasus could only watch as it got sucked down through the hole!

Fleetfoot was quite surprised when she noticed that the waters inside the bowl didn’t disappear down the hole, and neither did her diaper. The toilet started to gurgle, and the water suddenly started rising, eventually flowing out of the bowl and onto the floor as the diaper rose to the top, bobbing up and down like a cork.

“Did me goofed up?” Fleetfoot wondered as she observed the overflowing toilet from her current position.

Silverstreak groaned and grit his teeth. “Yes, Fleetfoot. You flushed a diaper and now the toilet is all clogged up! You better not have broken it, toilets are expensive to replace!”

“Diapees don’t fwush?” Fleetfoot pondered.

“No they don’t, they belong in the trash. Dirty diapers especially,” The teenaged colt grumbled as he fished out the padding, thus clearing the blockage and allowing the water to retreat back down the hole. “You can flush just about anything else down the toilet, but not diapers,” He instructed and was then quick to warn. “And not you either. You don’t belong in a toilet, and it is NOT a toy. As long as you remember that and make sure to come get me for help, you can use the toilet from now on,” Then he added. “Right after we get you cleaned up.” He promptly took a few rolls of toilet paper from the rack to do the job.





Thanks to her brother’s teachings, Fleefoot’s transition from diapers to toilet usage was smoother than most little ones. She was out of diapers considerably faster than any of her peers, which was a fact that she took great pride in. In fact, she attributed her rapid success with toilet training as the reason behind her rapid ascension through the ranks of the Wonderbolts in such a short amount of time after joining them.

So being forced back into diapers was something that Fleetfoot thought for sure she would hate. And indeed she did, at first, but for some strange reason though, as the days went by after the first diaperings began, Fleetfoot found that she actually didn’t mind the padded undergarments as much. In fact, she’d missed them. “If only my brother hadn’t forced me to give up my diapers before I was even two and a half years old,” She thought to herself. “Oh well, at least he’s not here to see me wearing them again. He sure was pushy.”