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// From Potty Shy… 
// Story: Pottyshy 
// by WatchTower1992 
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I am Princess Celestia. I live at Canterlot Castle, where I raise six little fillies. Their names are Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie. I’m going to tell you a story about Fluttershy. I think that she’s the cutest one—don’t you?



Fluttershy was a sweet little filly, and she was very well behaved, but she had one serious problem—she was very, very shy. She was so shy that it sometimes terrified her to try new things. The new thing to try of which she was the most afraid was the potty. That was why she still wore a diaper while none of her friends did. All her friends knew how to use the potty.
When Fluttershy played with her friends, her playtime often had to stop because she needed her diaper changed. I did not mind at all—I had changed her diaper hundreds of times before—but she and her friends did mind. Having to part ways with her friends just for a fresh diaper made her sad. Meanwhile, her friends had to endure the frustration of waiting for her to come back. Fortunately, I always let her go right back to her playtime after changing her diaper.



One afternoon, Fluttershy’s friends were fed up with her wearing a diaper. They could stand it no longer. They called her by mean nicknames and forbade her even to go near them ever again. “Oh, dear!” she wailed softly, and her diaper got soaking wet. The humiliation was so frightful that it caused her to trot away and beg me for yet another diaper change.
“P.—U.!” squealed Pinkie Pie. “Hoo-wee!” hollered Applejack. “Disgusting!” snorted Rarity. “Are you sure that you’re no longer a baby?” inquired Twilight Sparkle. “You’re such a scaredy-pony!” jeered Rainbow Dash.



I saw Fluttershy’s blushing face as I lay her down on the changing table. “Oh, Fluttershy, what’s the matter?” I asked her. “My friends don’t like me anymore!” she answered as her eyes filled up with tears. “Is it because of your diaper?” I asked. “Mm-hm,” she answered, and sniffled as she cried.
With the magic power of my horn, I peeled the sticky tabs off the sides of Fluttershy’s wet diaper. After folding the tabs under the front of her diaper, I slid it—very gently—off her rump and down her tail. After safely disposing of the diaper, I cleaned her rump thoroughly—wiping it from front to back—with several wet wipes. After disposing of the wet wipes, I produced a fresh, dry diaper, opened it up, slid it up her tail and under her rump, and fastened it snugly around her flanks with its sticky tabs. Throughout her diaper change, I kept her calm by cuddling her with my wings.
“I love you,” I told Fluttershy. “Thank you,” she answered. “Why were you so sad?” I inquired. “All my friends can go to the potty,” she explained, “but I can’t; I’m afraid of the potty!” “You poor little filly!” I cried, and cuddled her again.