Featherweight’s parents were quite content with not looking the gift horse in the mouth when their son finally started using his potty after so much time spent avoiding it. It was of great relief to them and they didn’t want to press the issue further.
However, Featherweight’s older brother, Bulk Biceps thought otherwise. “He’s not nearly small enough to not be able to use a toilet,” He said one day. “Just gotta get him a special seat, and then he can potty like big ponies should.”
And that decision motivated him to do just that, saving up the bits he’d started to earn from his many on and off jobs to buy one of those special training seats. And once it was fixed in he felt ready to make his own play in the potty training game.
Featherweight suspected nothing when he was left home alone with his big brother, Bulk Biceps. He always appreciated having Bulk around to defend him from bullies but he thought little else of the rather buff pegasus that rarely flew (supposedly due to his tiny wings compared to his massive muscles).
That all changed with a surprise inspection of Featherweight’s pull-up as Bulk carefully used a hoof to pull back the undergarment. “Just making sure it’s dry and clean,” The muscular pegasus stallion spoke to his little brother as he tried to make his tone of voice sound like a coo. “I know how kids your age can be, getting so wrapped in play time they don’t stop for potty time until it’s too late.”
Featherweight let out a faint eep as the pull-up snapped back to normal after his brother let go. “You don’t have to do that! I know when I have to go and when I don’t have to go,” He grumbled. “I’m not two years old anymore.”
Bulk blushed a tiny bit. “Maybe so, but it wasn’t too long ago you were still wearing diapers. I’m glad you don’t though, because now you’ve got me to help teach you how to get the most out of your potty training.”
“What are you talking about? My training is complete, that stupid potty works just fine.” The little colt remarked. He still hated that he had little choice but to use that plastic thing if he didn’t want to be ridiculed for wearing diapers to school.
“Well, that potty isn’t meant to last. It was only so you’d get used to the idea of not going in your diapers,” Bulk explained to his little brother. “And now that you’ve accepted that, you’re ready to take your training to the next level. Wanna know how?”
“No, but I have a feeling you’re gonna tell me anyway, aren’t you?” Featherweight questioned.
“Yeah!” Bulk cheered in his usual enthusiastic tone. “I’ll take you to the bathroom, and you’ll see what I mean.”
Featherweight was soon standing before the toilet as he had to look up to see the training seat his brother had fixed in for him. “You mean if I sit on that I somehow won’t fall in?” He asked and received a confirming nod. “Even if I believe you, how am I supposed to get onto it?”
“Well, you can fly or you can use a stepstool,” Bulk smiled and gestured a hoof. “There’s one right over there. Use whatever works for you, little brother. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
Despite not being convinced by that statement, Featherweight had an idea to play a trick on his brother. He knew Bulk could be easily led astray. “Well, if you say it’s that easy, then why don’t you demonstrate it for me? You know, so I can get the right idea. The bathrooms at school don’t use toilets like this, so I wanna make sure I’m not messing up the process somehow.”
Bulk didn’t hesitate or stop to think about the proposal. He thought it was a good sign that his little brother was asking such questions. “Great idea, little brother! A future champ like you needs to start out right, and the best way to learn is from watching a pro in action. Just wait right here, I’ll be back soon.”
And Bulk was as good as his word, re-entering the bathroom with a pull-up that clearly didn’t fit his rump at all. But he didn’t care, it was all part of the process to teach his little brother.
“So, you enter the bathroom as you pull down your pull-up, and you get yourself in position. There’s no shame in asking for help if you need it,” The muscular pegasus stallion instructed, bringing himself in line with the toilet. “Now, when you sit on it you have to use the special seat I bought,” He pulled it from the place it had been fixed in to show it off. “But since I’m too big for it I’ll just set it aside. And now I sit down.” He placed his rump on the toilet as his pull-up clumsily dangled at his hooves.
Featherweight grinned, his plan had worked to perfection! “All too easy!” He thought to himself before approaching the older pegasus now seated on the toilet. “Well, now you gotta sit there for a while. It’s the rules.”
“What?” Bulk exclaimed! “You’re the one who’s supposed to be on a schedule, not me! I already mastered my training!”
Featherweight waved a hoof as he flew up and hovered eye to eye with his brother. “Don’t bother protesting, big brother. Mom and Dad make the rules, so you have to follow them while you’re under their roof. So if they say sitting on the toilet means waiting a while, that’s what you gotta do.”
Bulk just groaned. “Fine, but you’re gonna sit on your potty until I can get up! I’m still older than you.”
“Even though it looks like I’m teaching you more than you’re teaching me,” Featherweight snickered. “It’d be a shame if you had an accident on the floors because you disobeyed Mom and Dad’s orders.”
All Bulk could do was groan in annoyance as he continued to sit on the toilet. He sure hoped his brother would keep quiet about this. How would he ever explain this to anypony if they found out?
The next few minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, before Bulk was allowed to get up from the toilet seat. And Featherweight went about mocking him as he walked his big brother through the steps Bulk already knew how to do: Wiping, flushing and washing your hooves. It was more like Bulk was being trained instead of Featherweight.