Svengallop slowly fluttered his eyes open as he felt a faint but fast growing familiar urge building up inside of him. Strangely, he couldn’t really remember his last meal or even where he was. Well, he could figure all that out at a later date. For the time being he had to find a way to answer nature’s call and fast, before his body decided to do it for him.
“Hey, look at that, he’s waking up,” An unfamiliar voice said to another. “About time too. I was afraid he’d keep on sleeping until he had an accident. Then we wouldn’t get to have any of the fun.”
Another unfamiliar voice protested. “It’s his time to go anyway, and that means he has to be wide awake. He’s lucky his body decided to do our work for us.”
Svengallop woke up more fully, his eyes slowly adjusting to their surroundings. He found himself in a strange prison with only a bed, a stone slab. Aside from that it was just blank black bars of iron. Standing in front of his cell were what appeared to be two members of Celestia’s royal guard, except they were stripped entirely of their golden helmets and armor and instead they wore black security outfits. And strangest of all, looking down at himself, he saw that he was wearing an unmistakable object. A thick, white diaper that was thankfully dry and clean for now.
“Inmate Number 8626,” One of the royal guards declared as Svengallop’s eyes drifted up from his diaper. “It’s time for you to go. You have a date with destiny.”
“Go? Go where?” Svengallop questioned as he sat up. “What is this place? What am I doing here?” Then he blushed. “And uh… why am I wearing a diaper? I didn’t think I needed one.”
The other royal guard just shook his head. “Of course you don’t remember anything. It makes our jobs so much easier. But you’re wearing that diaper as a precaution so that we don’t have to clean up any messes,” He then approached the cell Svengallop was in, taking a key from a chain of similar looking keys and inserting into the lock on the cell door as it echoed with a loud click. “Don’t worry though, you won’t be needing that diaper for much longer, hopefully.”
But the diapered stallion whimpered. “There… there must be some mistake. Whatever this place is, I don’t think I belong here, certainly not like this.”
“It’s house rules, inmate,” The guard declared as he entered Svengallop’s cell and got him onto his hooves. “If I’m being honest, we don’t have to help you be a big boy if you’d rather stay in that diaper of yours. You won’t be here for much longer now that it’s your time to go.”
“You keep saying that, but what do you mean by it being my ‘time to go’?” Svengallop pondered as he looked all around. The entire prison complex he was in looked strangely void of ponies. It seemed to be way bigger than any prison he knew. Was this the dreaded Tartarus that so many ponies spoke of?
The guard outside the cell only snorted. “We don’t have time to explain everything to you, inmate. Especially not if you wanna be out of that diaper, because if you use it you’re not gonna get changed out of it until we arrive at our destination,” And he instructed. “Now come on, time’s a wastin, inmate!”
The guards brought Svengallop out of his cell, strolling past line after line of empty cells that looked so big. It really gave off an unsettling atmosphere that did little to calm the stallion, and only further increased the pressure on his body to release. But he fought against it every step of the way. He wasn’t about to use that diaper for its intended purpose if he could help it! That wouldn’t be a “big boy” thing to do.
The stallion was led by the guards down a long flight of stairs as he swore he could hear the faint sound of running water, and just make out the sound of something moving as someone screamed and someone else laughed. But he couldn’t be sure what those sounds were even though they soundly vaguely familiar to him. His mind was still in something of a fog.
There was another detail that Svengallop started to notice as he continued to reluctantly trot along with the guards at either side of him. “Um, do either of you know where there's a bathroom in this facility?” He questioned them. “I don’t think I’ve seen a single toilet, be it the superior throne model or the old fashioned squat one. Heck, I haven’t seen one of those kiddy toilets. You know, the ones that are just plastic bowls in bright colors. It seems like an odd oversight not to have any place to do one’s business.”
But both guards chuckled as they exchanged what looked like knowing glances. One even said to Svengallop in reply. “You may not have seen any toilets yet, inmate. But you will soon, I assure you. We have ‘special’ bathrooms with ‘special’ toilets, and not just for ponies who want to be ‘big boys’ either. Ponies of all ages have come here, and even some non-ponies. But they never stay for long. When it’s their time to go they go, no ifs, ands or buts. Aside from your padded butt of course.”
The comment didn’t do anything to alleviate Svengallop’s concerns. What did these guards mean by “go” and the bathrooms being “special”? What exactly about them could be “special”? Was that why he was diapered? This all seemed like a lot to do for a pony who wanted to prove he was a “big boy” who didn’t make messes in his diapers all the time.
At last the long stroll seemed to come to an end as the guards stood before a huge door of some kind. “This is it, inmate,” The first guard said with a smile. “Your destination lies just up ahead. I assume you don’t have any final words or last requests you’d like to get off your chest now.”
“N-no, not really,” Svengallop whimpered. “In fact, I don’t know if I really want to ‘go’. I mean, I thought I was ready to be a ‘big boy’ but now I think I’d rather stay in diapers. No sense in rushing it, right?”
But the other guard shook his head and grabbed Svengallop by the hoof! “Oh no you don’t! It’s far too late for you to escape your fate, inmate! When we tell you it’s your time to ‘go’ you ‘go’! We’re doing this whether you think you’re ready or not!”
Just like that, the huge door rose slowly and bathed the entire area in blinding white light! Svengallop had to put up a hoof to shield his eyes from the harsh glare!
When at last the light faded, Svengallop got to see what lay in the room beyond the door. Up a considerable flight of stairs was a toilet, a throne toilet at that! But it was so big, way bigger than any toilet Svengallop had seen before! And yet there it was, the gleaming white throne of porcelain in all its glory. The handle was attached to a long, wooden rope above a tank that was out of reach by normal means. And the bowl was attached to pipes that led way down through the room before culminating in some kind of drop at the floor, where that led was impossible to determine.
The size alone unnerved Svengallop, and it was a miracle he didn’t lose control of his bladder and bowels right then and there! It didn’t have the kind of smell you’d usually associate with a toilet, it smelled strangely clean. Just how was he even supposed to use it when the seat was so high off the ground and he so low to the ground?
Even more odd was that there was a pony about his size who looked a lot like Sapphire Shores, the pony pop star he’d tried to eclipse with his now ex-client: Countess Coloratura (he detested the name of “Rara” it was way too plain and country). Her face was hidden behind a black veil that matched her entirely black grab, yet she seemed to have no trouble just standing there, holding onto the rope that would bring down the handle. Just imagine how loud and how powerful a flush from a toilet of this size must be.
The mare turned, looking down at Svengallop and the guards from her podium. “Ah, so you brought me another inmate to help on his way?” She asked, her voice sounding so much like Sapphire Shores it was impossible to believe she could be anypony else. “I was starting to get bored. I thought I’d have to give this thing a courtesy flush just to take my mind off things.”
The first guard just replied. “Well, he’s here now. Though there are a few ‘extra’ steps that’ll have to be taken in light of his ‘condition’.”
The veil wearing mare smiled. “Oh goodie, a ‘big boy’ to train. I haven’t had one of those in such a long time. I hope this one’s not as much of a spoilsport who piddles his pampers before he can get up here.”
The second guard saluted. “Not to worry, ma’am. Just give us a second to take off the diaper and then we’ll get him up here. Then you can do the rest. Just try not to have too much fun with him. Remember, he needs to ‘go’.”
“Oh of course, of course,” The mare waved a hoof. “Now stop talking and start undressing, although it doesn’t make any difference to me if he completes his training or not. It’s not like it’ll matter much where he’s going.” The last line was delivered with what sounded like a malicious laugh. Something about the way she appeared and conducted herself, combined with the giant toilet and the guards seemed to convey that something was seriously off about this place.
Yet Svengallop didn’t have even a second to think about this or decide his next move. The guards surrounded him and with the greatest of ease they slid his diaper down his body all the way, tossing it off with the greatest of ease as it landed on the ground with a set of crisp crinkles. A breeze blowing past the stallion’s now bare bottom that made him blush and shiver, further increasing the stress his lower body was under to deliver on the signals his upper body was sending him.
Then the guards carried the inmate up the stairs with ease, as if they’d done it all before. They brought him before the toilet and with a cry of “One, two, three!” they tossed him high into the air!
Svengallop thought for sure he was going to land in the bowl and get all soaking wet with toilet water! Yet to the surprise of the stallion he didn’t, he landed right on the edge of the toilet seat as his bottom hung just over the bowl. If he moved even a little to the side or tried to pull himself further up, he was sure he’d lose his balance. He could only watch from his seat as the guards left the room, the door closing slowly behind them. Now he was all alone in this sized up bathroom with only the strange mare for company.
“Okay, baby,” The veiled mare chuckled even as she didn’t relax her grip on the rope attached to the flusher. “You know, in this case I’d say that applies almost literally. Only big babies like you still need to wear diapers. But at least you did better than the last pony your kind who got sent here, they just couldn’t hold it in. So I had to help them on their way. You still got some time though, time enough to be trained before you have to go.”
“Why does everypony keep saying ‘go’ all the time?” Svengallop questioned the mare. “And what do they mean by it? Does it have anything to do with why I’m here?”
The mare seemed to nod in confirmation. “Yeah, it does. I’m surprised you haven’t put two and two together yet. What do you think I mean by go when you’re literally sitting on the answer? This giant toilet isn’t just for decoration you know.”
The stallion blushed as he now realized what he was expected of him. “Oh, I’m supposed to use this thing, aren’t I?”
The mare nodded more affirmatively. “Yes indeed, honey. Whatever you need to do. You know: Number one and number two, pee pee and poo poo, tinkle or take a dump. However you wanna phrase it. Just get with the flow, and let yourself go. And don’t worry, you couldn’t clog up this toilet if you wanted to. I’ll be right here the whole time too.”
Reluctantly, Svengallop allowed himself to finally relax. It seemed like everything was making sense. Though he did find it odd that the toilet seat felt strangely warm, as if someone else had just recently sat on it. But if so why hadn’t he seen them when that huge door was the only way in or out? Oh well, he could figure that all out later. He just needed to use this giant toilet and then he’d get cleaned up and finally get some answers.
Relaxing further, the earth pony stallion began to grunt and shut his eyes as he felt his tail hike upward. It was finally going to happen, he’d been holding back for long enough. What followed soon afterward were a series of tinkles, followed by some plops and splashes as a powerful and familiar stench reached his nostrils. It felt so liberating to do it in a toilet, even one as massive as the one he was sitting on. Had he done all of this in his diaper he would’ve felt so ashamed and embarrassed.
The mare didn’t seem to be bothered by any of it. She just pressed on the rope to trigger the flusher, starting the flush cycle as the toilet effortlessly sucked down everything in its bowl and then refilled itself with sparkling clear water. She waited for the toilet bowl to completely refill and the flusher to return to its normal state before she asked the inmate in her care. “So, you all done, big boy? You’ve taken care of your personal business?”
Svengallop nodded as he raised his hooves! “I sure did! Oh, I feel so much better now! I don’t know why I ever doubted myself! I certainly didn’t need those drab diapers holding me back!”
The veiled mare seemed to agree. “Oh you’re a big boy alright. So much better than the last one to come here. More inmates could strive to be like you.”
Feeling awashed with pride, the stallion then asked. “Okay, I did my business. I went like I was supposed to, in the toilet. Now can I please get some toilet paper to wipe myself clean? And then can I get out of here, please? This place is starting to give me the creeps.”
However, the response from the veiled mare was not what Svengallop had been expecting at all. He heard what could only be described as fiendish laughter as the veiled mare looked him square in the eyes. “Toilet paper? You don’t need any toilet paper,” She protested. “You proved you’re a big boy, but to be honest it didn’t really matter in the end. You don’t need to be cleaned up and do you want to know why?”
“N-no, why?” Svengallop questioned with a gulp.
The veiled mare could only grin. “There’s only one way inmates leave this place, and it’s not the same way guards leave it,” She explained. “You got to have one last trip to the potty after your last meal. And now it’s time for you to really go! Go down the drain that is!”
But the stallion protested. “W-wait! You can’t do this to me, I’m a big boy!”
“Big boy or not you’re still an inmate who needed to go!” The mare cackled with glee. “I don’t really know where, no inmate’s ever come back to tell us where they’ve ended up. Personally, I think they’ve never made it past the trap. But maybe you’ll be lucky. Maybe you’ll be seen as something other than ‘waste’. Probably not though, wouldn’t be fair to get your hopes up. Now, for real this time, you have to go!”
The toilet began to gurgle and rumble loud and ominously. Yet it never occurred to Svengallop that he should try to move off the seat to escape his fate, assuming he even could. Before long, with a might “Fwoosh!” the toilet’s flush cycle began anew! A pillar of water splashed out of the bowl right underneath the stallion’s backside, launching him back into the air! He got a good view of the world around him as he was brought back and landed in the bowl of the fast draining toilet. Faster and faster he spun as his world view receded, replaced by a fast fading light as he retreated with the water down the hole.
Screaming in vain, Svengallop was swept along with the waters as he was pulled down the drain! Pretty soon his whole world went dark as he plunged tail first into the drain! “Noooooooo!” He screamed one last time, only for it to be cut off and replaced by water gurgles.
Svengallop shot up in his bed with a start, a cold sweat working its way down his body! It had all been just a dream, a really bad dream. And he felt so relieved at that fact.
The relief was short lived, however, as the earth pony stallion felt something crinkle and squish beneath him as it gave off an unpleasant damp sensation. He hurriedly pulled back the sheets of his bed to reveal a well taped diaper that had swelled up considerably. This had become a recurring problem for him ever since he’d been dismissed as Countess Coloratura’s manager. His old bed wetting problems from when he was a colt had returned with a vengeance, and it seemed like night after night he was waking up to either damp sheets, a damp diaper due for a change or both.
Reluctantly, Svengallop sat up as the stallion grumbly and groggily prepared for another late night change. “At this rate, I don’t know if I’ll ever make it to the bathroom in time!” He thought to himself. “And why do I keep having that same horrible nightmare about a toilet big enough to flush a full grown pony?”