//------------------------------// // Old, New and Super (Granny Smith) // Story: Potty Training Tales // by SuperPinkBrony12 //------------------------------// Even though she wasn’t the first pony who had previously been a grown-up now turned into a foal, Granny Smith wasn’t exactly thrilled with her new condition. True, she would get to see her grandkids grow up and hopefully have families of their own someday. But having to basically grow-up all over again was not a thrilling prospect to the formerly elderly mare. She began to devise a way to try to prove to everypony that despite her physical appearance she was still the wise head (former-head perhaps) of the Apple family. And the mare turned into a foal soon settled for what seemed like the best way to demonstrate that fact: She would potty train herself. She’d already kind of had to undergo it again when the plumbing fixtures around the farm had upgraded from a simple outhouse and a pit to an entire indoor toilet with a working flush. It shouldn’t have been hard to do it once again at the proper age for potty training. And under most circumstances it probably wouldn’t have been, especially if the little one had someone to help them do it. But Granny Smith knew Applejack wouldn’t let her use a toilet or any kind of bathroom if she asked, and she doubted either of her other grandkids would overrule her. She knew all too well how stubborn and overprotective her eldest granddaughter could be. So Granny Smith was left to improvise on her own. Perhaps if she had been thinking more clearly she might have realized she was in over her head in more ways than one. The only other foals in the group that had any major experience with toilets had all been part of a huge flushing spree that had been sparked by Discord himself. And since then they’d all promised not to even think about the potty until they were old enough to use it. So asking any of them for help was also out of the question. Just getting to a bathroom at Sweet Apple Acres was a challenge in and of itself for Granny Smith. Her crib was in a nursery that had previously been her bedroom, and she remembered how it had been agnozingly so far away from the closest bathroom. Prior to her regression, though she hadn’t yet complained, Granny had been groaning to herself at having to tax her body so much whenever nature called. And now it seemed like the journey was even longer, perhaps Granny was so small and everything seemed further away than it had previously been. Still, the regressed mare was lucky. Applejack had set her down for a nap and was currently attending one of those friendship meetings with Twilight and the others (they still held them despite Rainbow Dash being a foal). So with Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom working out in the fields, assuming that Granny Smith was napping, the foal had free range of the farm house. Once she managed to wiggle her way out of her crib and plop down onto her diapered rump, the journey out of her nursery began. She was already imagining the excited and shocked looks on her grandchildren’s faces when she’d reveal to them all what she was capable of. That would definitely reassert her status as head of the Apple family. And the group of foals she now belonged to would be sure to be impressed, even if they might not feel ready to try and potty train themselves. Step by step, her diaper crinkling all the while, Granny Smith slowly made her way down the hall once she had made it beyond the door of her nursery. It seemed to take a while before she reached her destination, just barely managing to push the bathroom door open ajar with her muzzle. “Never thought bein’ this young could have so many downsides.” She said to herself even though she knew nopony was around to hear her. The bathroom was dimly lit, but despite her shrunken stature Granny Smith could tell where everything was supposed to be just fine. She could spot the locations of the sink, the tub and the toilet just fine. Everything was exactly where it should be. Yes, the toilet now looked much bigger than her, but she wasn’t frightened. It was to be expected. The only real challenge was going to be finding a way to get up onto it, since by a stroke of great luck the lid was up and the seat was down. Probably from one of her grandkids being in such a rush. “How many times did I always tell them to stop rushing through things all the time?” She frowned in thought. “Oh well, I’ll be sure to lecture them on it afterI’ve done my business.” So the formerly elderly earth pony started looking all about the bathroom for any signs of anything that could help her get up on the toilet seat. She wasn’t like her possible fourth-cousin twice removed Pinkie Pie, she couldn’t just bounce up and hope to catch the seat on her way up (or down if she went too high). She still rolled her eyes at the fact that the pink party pony still occasionally flushed herself down toilets, most likely through the help of a bit of leftover chaos magic from Discord. Granny Smith looked all about, relieved that she didn’t feel the need to do anything yet. She was sure that if she did it would be almost impossible to hold it in and concentrate. And the last thing the now regressed earth pony wanted was to suffer an accident, either in her diaper or on the floor. If she did she knew her grandchildren would never let her forget it, and Applejack would surely take it as a sign that Granny couldn’t do anything by herself and needed to be babied nonstop. Suddenly, Granny’s orange eyes noticed something! Something they had overlooked before because there was no way the object could’ve been ignored, no way it could’ve not been there. It was a step stool that looked to be just her size, and just big enough to put her in a position to get up on the toilet seat. Rushing over to it, Granny Smith pushed the step stool with all her might until it was right next to the bottom of the toilet bowl. Now for the hard part. The regressed mare stepped back, eyeing everything to make sure it was lined up properly. A mistake could send her tumbling to the bathroom floor or even straight into the waters of the toilet bowl itself. The room for error was practically non-existent, she had to get it right! It looked like the step stool was in its proper place, and the seat most certainly wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. So she trotted forward and then in what could only be described as a mad scramble, she stood on the tips of her hooves and scrambled onto the cold toilet seat. She knew she’d done it right when she saw how high off the ground she was, and how much of a drop it seemed to be if she leaned back too far. There was only one more thing left to do before the toilet could be used properly. Granny Smith had to take off her diaper. A task that was as simple as moving her hooves to undo the tabs holding the undergarment up. She then shimmied and shook the padding down to where it was just dangling at the bottom of her legs. She could’ve taken it off but the idea didn’t occur to her until she’d already plopped herself down on the seat. So Granny sat there and waited, and waited, and waited and waited some more. Maybe her last diaper change hadn’t been all that long ago, or maybe she had already gone and been changed in her sleep without knowing it? Well for whatever reason, the regressed mare was growing impatient as she continued to sit on the edge of the toilet seat, her rump in a careful hovering position above the bowl while her legs dangled. However, nothing was happening, Granny Smith was starting to grow impatient. “Consarn it all!” She humphed! “Come on, body! I ain’t askin’ for much here, just a little cooperation! I know I gotta go eventually, but I got better things to do than sit around here for however long that takes!” But there were no tell tale signs that potty time of any sort was coming. Granny Smith knew Applejack would eventually come back, and would surely find her in the bathroom if everything stayed as it currently was. It seemed her potty training attempt was a bust. She would have to try another time, maybe by intentionally eating or drinking to make herself go. Suddenly, the toilet began to grow bigger, to the point where sitting on it almost allowed Granny Smith to reach up to the bathroom ceiling! And it grew wider too, its bowl expanding to massive size as the seat stretched out to match it! It was all too much for the little one to handle. Try as she might she couldn’t maintain her balance, and her diaper didn’t help because the seat was just too slippery! Her diaper slid all the way off her as Granny Smith slipped backwards off the seat and plunged into the bowl of this massive toilet! She immediately poked her up, struggling to stay afloat in the waters while she tried to call out for help or figure out a way to climb out. “Help! Get me out! Please!” She pleaded, hoping that either Big Mac or Apple Bloom would hear her! But there was no reply. Something else happened instead. What sounded like a click reached the regressed mare’s ears, and then before she knew it she was being swept up by a raging whirlpool that spun her every which way! “Oh no, it’s happening again!” She realized in horror, remembering the earlier flushing spree from before her regression! The only thing she could do was hold her breath as a powerful suction took hold of her tail, pulling her down the drain rump first! For a moment everything went dark. But then, Granny Smith felt light flood her vision as she felt herself start to rise! Almost before she realized it, she was being hurled out of the toilet bowl and flung onto the floor where she landed atop her still spotless diaper! But to whom did she owe her miraculous escape? Granny Smith didn’t have long to find out. A familiar mismatched creature stood over her, and seemed to be struggling hard not to laugh. “Oh my goodness! I was not expecting that at all! I meant for Super Toilet to get Super Stallion, not you.” The creature apologized as he made a towel appear in front of him and began to dry off Granny Smith. “Dag nab it all, so this was all your doin’?” Granny Smith frowned. “What? One flushin’ spree wasn’t enough for ya? Ya wanted to do it again, ‘cept with just me? Am I your guinea pig now or somethin’?” Discord rolled his eyes. “Honestly, what is it with you ponies? I do more than flush ponies. It was Nightmare Moon’s idea, not mine. I merely assisted her in pulling it off,” Then he explained. “Pinkie Pie’s obviously been far too careless with all that chaos magic from the times she’s been flushing herself. I’ve been trying to take it back little by little, if only so a certain ‘roommate’ of mine will stop yaking my ear off about leaving it unattended. I will admit Super Toilet was my idea, though it was supposed to still be a work in progress.” Granny rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I don’t care much for all the chaos you bring. But I appreciate the rescue. Guess this is what I get for tryin’ to cheat the natural order of things again.” “Or maybe you just need to potty train on your level,” Discord suggested. “Either way, I suppose I can teleport you back to your nursery and clean up the chaos so that it’ll look like it never happened. But if you tell anypony about this I’ll deny it.” The regressed mare sighed, accepting the deal. “Fine,” But she was quick to warn. “You’d better keep your word, Discord. If I find out one of my grandkids ended up a victim of a Super Toilet, I’ll find my way into your dimension and make you rue the day you ever thought of such a monstrosity! You understand?” The witty spirit of chaos sighed and nodded. “More than you can imagine. But don’t worry, you won’t remember this. In fact, no one will remember any of this. After all, this isn’t supposed to have happened. I suppose I should’ve expected this when I brought Super Stallion to Equestria. The story takes on a mind of its own without its creator.” “What are you talkin’ about?” Granny snorted, before there was another blinding flash and it was as if she’d went to sleep. Discord sighed, eyeing the huge toilet. “Okay, Super Toilet. It’s been fun, but it’s back to the drawing board with you. And you heard Granny Smith, no more flushing ponies without my permission: Regular or royal.” The huge toilet whimpered and vanished, as the regular sized toilet returned in its place at the same time that Granny Smith was poofed back to her crib.