Mayor Mare hadn’t expected the citizens of the town she governed to end up the victims of a crazy and out of control nursery run by robots. It was only made worse when she too was captured, diapered and dressed up in the most humiliating oversized baby clothes. “I will not be treated like this!” She whined the whole way through, even though her protesting did little good. “I am the Mayor of Ponyville!”
“Oh, that’s a big pony job, sweetie,” A robotic voice cooed in a tone that to Mayor Mare sounded condescending. “And you’re not a big pony at all. It’s cute that you wanna play pretend though. A child’s imagination should be encouraged, not shunned.”
“But I AM the mayor!” Mayor Mare whined as she felt a thick, white diaper be taped to her rear and her collared robe that she never liked to be without be taken off (along with the tie that she always wore to match it). She really didn’t look like a mayor any longer, especially once a ridiculously frilly pink dress was slipped over her. She was then taken to a room where she saw many of the ponies who had elected her, all undergoing the same treatment (and they were all earth ponies to boot. Unicorns and pegasi were being kept in separate rooms, and there was as of yet no indication where any of the princesses were or if they knew about the nursery at all).
Before Mayor Mare (now just Mare) could protest any further, the robotic nannies came in and scooped her and several other ponies up. “Now’s the time for feeding, little ones.”
Mayor Mare was plopped into a high chair with its bars locking into place, preventing her from escaping despite how much she wiggled about in protest. She was promptly spoon fed several jars worth of different colored goops that tasted awful.
“What is this stuff!” She complained in between spoon servings, trying in vain to gag it out or spit it out.
“You’re not ready to eat big pony foods, your body can’t handle it. All little ones will eat only the approved foods, and drink only the approved drinks. Now open wide for the choo choo train.” One of the robotic nannies instructed.
“Can’t we at least pretend it’s the Canterlot Express or something important?” Mayor Mare grumbled. But her protest was ignored as she was spoon fed once again. She was actually grateful for the bottle of milk that was given to her later. At least the rich, creamy taste of the milk washed out the awful taste of food flavors she’d rather forget like Mashed Peas. If she ever got out of this nursery, she was going to see to it that the producers of such slop were no longer allowed to make or sell it.
After the feeding was complete, Mayor Mare was helped out of her highchair by the nannies and one held her over its lap as it started patting her stomach repeatedly. “What are you-” She began, before letting out an involuntary belch. A really loud one at that, one that probably could’ve given a fully grown dragon a run for its money! Mayor Mare felt shame wash over her like a tidal wave. She was always careful to compose herself in front of others. She never ever did something so embarrassing and so… uncouth! Not even saying “Excuse me” would help.
Yet she willed herself to be strong and not to cry. She was still the rightfully elected mayor of Ponyville, and she had to be strong for the sake of her constituents. At least, that’s what she told herself. She had to in order to keep at least some of her dignity. It was just about the only thing she had left.
Once feeding time was done the mayor in name only mostly kept to herself as she sat on her diapered rump. Even though the robot nannies only periodically maintained any sort of presence in the room she was in, she could see quite clearly as day that the door was locked tight. And since there were lots of other earth ponies in the room with her it was a safe bet to assume that it was enchanted to protect against earth pony strength. There was no way out. She was trapped for however long this robotic nursery continued to operate.
Of course, just sitting around and doing nothing was boring. So Mayor Mare did reluctantly start helping herself to some nearby toys. She occupied herself with building a replica of Ponyville out of blocks and used her imagination to invent various scenarios involving the town’s citizens that she could solve.
But as the playing stretched on for what felt like ages, Mayor Mare started to become aware of a not so faint and fast growing urge building up inside of her. Much as she hated it she had reluctantly eaten the foal food since there wasn’t much else for her to eat, to say nothing of the bottle of milk she had drank from in order to get rid of the yucky taste in her mouth. There was no denying it, she needed to go to the bathroom. And if she didn’t do something soon it was going to become an emergency of the kind that she feared would end only one way!
Yes, there was a “portable” bathroom she was currently wearing. She could easily just relax and let go into the padding. But Mayor Mare crossed her legs in protest and plopped down while taking care not to destroy her block city. The Mayor of Ponyville was not going to use her diaper like some little foal! No siree!
As luck would have it, at that very moment one of the robot nannies happened to come by for a diaper inspection. It peeled back Mayor Mare’s thick padding while lifting up the back of her dress (which of course was designed to show off rather than hide the diaper). “What’s this? Still dry and clean?” The nanny declared with praise that sounded exaggerated instead of sincere (clearly the programming was not meant to mask the intentions of whoever had built these mechanical helpers). “How surprising. You’re such a good foal.”
Mayor Mare just grumbled and groaned as she looked at the robot nanny. “Well, regardless of what you think, I am currently in a bit of a… situation,” Clearing her throat she explained. “Could you please direct me to the nearest restroom? Surely there has to be one around here somewhere.”
“Oh, does the brave little foal think she’s ready for potty training?” The nanny asked in an obvious coo. “I don’t know. It seems rather unlikely. We don’t really have protocols for that.”
“I don’t care! Just please take me to a restroom so that I may go!” Mayor Mare pleaded. “It’s an emergency!” She felt ashamed for even having to say such a thing out loud and it spoke to just how urgent the need to go was.
“Well, there is something we can try.” The nanny replied to Mayor Mare’s plea, and started making all kinds of strange mechanical noises, perhaps sending out some kind of code or message.
Suddenly, the nursery was flooded with robot nannies that were doing a variety of different tasks! They worked together to place a huge plastic bowl on the floor of the nursery, pull Mayor Mare’s diaper down, and then plop her down onto said plastic bowl, which was a foalish pink and had flowers and smiling faces printed all over it.
Mayor Mare blushed in embarrassment, especially since the commotion of the nannies had drawn the attention of everypony in the room and all eyes were now drawn to her. “Is this really necessary?!” She complained. “I didn’t mean I wanted some toddler potty! I wanted an actual toilet, and some privacy!”
“Sorry, but toilets are strictly off limits. The only potties allowed are your diaper or the plastic ones we have here,” A robot nanny explained. “And all who choose the latter are required to demonstrate the process for others. Now be a good little foal and go potty, unless you’d rather go in your diapers.”
The mayor didn’t like either option and would’ve loved to opt for a third. But she knew that she didn’t have that luxury at the current moment, so she just settled for being a public spectacle. She blushed in embarrassment as many of the same ponies who she was used to having look up to her and respect her, now were watching her with wide eyes of wonder.
Mayor Mare remained speechless as she felt nature take its course, and her tail hike upward. And soon, a series of tinkles and plops could be heard echoing throughout the nursery as familiar smells overpowered the foalish scents of cornstarch and lavender. “I hope there’ll be a way to erase everypony’s memories of this nursery when this is all over,” She thought to herself as she relieved herself. “I can only imagine what the paparazzi would do if they got their hooves on pictures of me like this. I would never live the humiliation down. And I thought fighting the whole town over an old doll was embarrassing, I really didn’t know how lucky I had it back then.”
When it was all over, Mayor Mare had to resist the urge to sigh. She wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the public display she had just done. At least though she could take pride in the fact that, as far as she knew, she was the only one in the room who had actually “gone potty” successfully. So that would hopefully be enough to silence those snickering her, once she reminded them of that fact anyway. “Well done, little one! Very well done indeed!” The robotic nanny from earlier clapped its obviously oversized mechanical hands together, before it picked up the potty. “This will be cleaned out later. But for right now it’s you who must be cleaned. Please hold still.”
Almost before Mayor Mare had a chance to speak or get a word in edgewise, she felt another pair of robotic hands take hold of her. She soon felt herself being wiped clean quite thoroughly, before her diaper and dress were pulled back up and she plopped onto the floor where the training potty had been with a plop. When she did so, some of the foal powder from earlier that hadn’t yet fully settled to the bottom of her padding spilled out in a big cloud.
“Uh-oh, did the big filly go boom-boom?” The nanny handling the full training potty could be heard saying. Mayor Mare didn’t feel like replying, despite being addressed as a “big filly”. Maybe with a little luck she could play up this “big filly” role to gain some leverage over the nannies? She doubted they would let her be in charge in any meaningful fashion, but even just a little more authority and control would be nice. Not only would she be able to feel less humiliated, but she could also try to make things more tolerable for her fellow earth ponies (and maybe even learn where the non-earth ponies were).
Well, in order for Mayor Mare to gain that sort of control she had to repeat her earlier success several times, which in turn touched off a vicious cycle of consuming foul tasting foal food and drinking milk from baby bottles to get rid of the taste. She was surprised at how using the potty didn’t seem to get easier, no matter how many times she did it. And neither did the nannies seem to anticipate this and make an effort to keep a potty close by.
Mayor Mare suspected that the programming of the nursery was to blame. It really didn’t know how to handle a pony like her who didn’t want to completely play along with the system. It probably saw her as a threat, a pony who would defy the system and bring it down.
Well whatever the case may have been, Mayor Mare would just keep trying. She wasn’t about to let the nursery win. Intentionally having “accidents” was out of the question. The only thing more surprising to the mayor than the nursery was how it seemed like nopony else was trying to fight it as much as she did. Which just made her feel even more special for consistently “going potty”, even if she would never upgrade to toilet usage so long as the nursery itself still called the shots.
Oh well, she was still not completely diaper dependent. And that was a victory she was happy to have over the nursery, even if every other aspect of her former “big pony” life was now gone.