Potty Training Tales

by SuperPinkBrony12

Pottys, Pies and Ponies (High Winds)

Author's Note:

Tags: [Slice of Life] [Comedy]
Characters: [High Winds] [Soarin] [OC]
Written By: SuperPinkBrony12
Note: An indirect prequel and sequel to “Academy Accident”. Mrs. Rogers is based on Amy Keating Rogers’ OC.

Soarin was glad when he got the chance to get back to teaching the recruits and had his earlier “accident” cleaned up to where there was no trace of it. With any luck, the new recruits would forget about the whole thing within a week and life would go back to normal for the Wonderbolt co-captain. He absolutely dreaded the alternative.

Of course, while the recruits might be easy to persuade and easy to distract, the official Wonderbolts were another story entirely. One member in particular couldn’t help but tease Soarin upon learning of what had happened. And that member was High Winds, his older cusion (by about half a year or so).

“Hey, Clipper,” High Winds called out in a teasing and mocking tone of voice as Soarin entered the academy compound. “I heard somepony,” She declared with exaggeration. “Had a bit of an accident while they were training the recruits,” And she was barely able to hold back a snicker as she then added. “You know we don’t run a foalcare service around here. Are we gonna have to start diapering you so you don’t ruin your flight suit?”

Soarin was in no mood for his cousin’s remarks. He just rolled his eyes and growled in a low tone of voice. “Shut up, Hoof-In-Mouth. I had one accident, you hear? One! It was the stupid Dizzitron’s fault, not mine.”

High Winds just kept on teasing Soarin as he trotted past. “You say that, but I know for a fact you were a bed wetter until just before you joined the Wonderbolts. And we both know a certain somepony stayed in pampers for longer than they should’ve after they were old enough for potty training.”

Soarin struggled to hold back the raging blush on his cheeks. “It was my mom’s decision, she didn’t think I was ready. And what Mom said went,” He insisted. “Besides, you weren’t exactly a potty training pro either. We both know who took longer to graduate to pull-ups and then graduate from those. Here’s a hint, it wasn’t me.”

Now it was High Winds’ turn to blush and look embarrassed. “Soarin! I can’t believe you’d bring that up!”

“Well, let’s not forget that you were once a Junior Wonderbolt,” Soarin pointed out. “And that title was appropriate in more ways than one. If you’re gonna make fun of me for my accident, you’d better remember who knows all your little secrets that you tried to keep hidden.”

High Winds gulped a bit as she could already recall her foalhood experiences that revolved around giving up her diapers and learning how to go potty like a big pony. Unfortunately for her, Soarin and his mother had been more of an observer to that experience than she would’ve preferred. Why did she have to be cursed with parents who were always so busy and always leaving her in the care of others?

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“Hey, Cousin High Winds!” Soarin cheerfully greeted his fellow pegasus during one of her many stays at his place. This time he had something especially important that he wanted to show her, and he did so with great fanfare as he proudly presented his rump! “Guess who finally graduated to pull-ups last week? You’re looking at him!”

High Winds did her best to sincerely smile and look pleased with her younger cousin. It was hard to do that when she was jealous. “Oh… how… nice.” She eventually managed to force out.

Soarin nodded, completely ignorant of the tone of voice High Winds had used when making that statement. “You bet it is! These new big pony pull-ups are amazing! They have way cooler designs than plain old diapers, and they’re far less restrictive. With these I can practically fly around the whole house all by myself! I’ll bet you can hardly wait until you’re far enough along in your potty training to be able to wear them. I know I would be if I were you.”

High Winds just forced herself to smile as she said in reply. “Yes, I definitely would be.” In the back of her mind she was thinking to herself. “It’s not fair! Soarin was way behind me on potty training until just recently, there should’ve been no way he could overtake me! I should be the one in pull-ups by now, not him!” Alas, her parents didn’t seem to share such feelings. And deep down the filly knew that she hadn’t quite made enough progress to justify the graduation.

Only now did Soarin start to realize that his showing off was probably negatively impacting his cousin’s mood, so the colt trotted up to her and gave her a big hug. “Hey, don’t be upset. I’m sure you’ll be in pull-ups too soon enough. In fact, I bet if you asked my mommy she’d be willing to let you try pull-ups for a few days and see if you’re ready for them. That’s how it worked with me.”

Mrs. Rogers happened to come trotting up at that very moment, flashing a knowing wink and a smile as she cooed. “Oh, that’s a great idea, Soarin! And you can teach your Cousin High Winds how to do it too. After all, you both have potties.”

Soarin started jumping up and down in delight! “Oh yeah, that would be totally awesome!” Then he got another idea. “Do you think I could try using your potty, Mom? You know, the big one you call a toilet?”

Mrs. Rogers put a hoof to her chin. “Well, I don’t know.”

“Aw, come on, Mom!” Soarin pleaded with his best pair of puppy dog eyes. “I promise I’ll be careful and do everything you tell me to do. But you make using that big potty look as easy as pie, and you know how much I LOVE pie!” To emphasize that point he licked his lips.

Mrs. Rogers found herself unable to resist the look her son gave her. She’d prided herself on being strong willed and rarely giving into him, but it seemed this was one instance where Soarin was going to have his way with her. “Oh, alright, I suppose you are getting to the point where you’ll have to start learning about it anyway,” She agreed. “And if you do a good job, I’ll make you a delicious apple pie. High Winds can have some too if she does a good job of going potty.”

“Yeah, and she can totally use the big potty too!” Soarin encouraged.

But High Winds shook her head. “I’ll just stick to my potty, thank you very much. I don’t need to show off.” She did her best to play it off, but in truth she secretly doubted her skills. Far better to take her chances with something more on her level, even if her younger cousin would once again upstage her.

Mrs. Rogers just nodded. “Suit yourself, but I’ll be right in the bathroom with you and Soarin if you should change your mind,” Then she looked at her son. “So, do you think you have to go now? Or should we wait a while? I don’t want you have to start having accidents.”

The little colt eagerly proclaimed! “I’m ready, Mommy! I can’t wait to go potty like you do!”

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So it was that Mrs. Rogers brought both little pegasi into the bathroom, promptly placing a pink plastic training potty on the cloud floor (which was harder than it might initially seem even with pegasus magic preventing the object from falling through). She then proceeded to fix a special seat onto the toilet, making sure it was nice and secure. “Okay, Soarin. Everything’s all set,” She told her son. “Just stay on the seat and you’ll be perfectly fine.”

Soarin nodded, eagerly pulling down his pull-up in front of High Winds. He then flapped his little wings and flew into the air before fluttering back down, landing on the special seat in a somewhat clumsy fashion.

Mrs. Rogers helped correct her son and get him facing the right way. “It’s okay,” She reassured him. “This is your first time after all. I don’t expect you to be an expert at the process.”

“Thanks again, Mommy. You’re the best!” Soarin told his mom as he carefully sat down, his rump positioned just over the edge of the seat.

“Oh, don’t I know it?” Mrs. Rogers cooed. “Now go ahead, just relax and let it all out. Remember the trick I taught you.”

The pegasus colt nodded and shut his eyes, deep in concentration. Soon, his efforts paid off as he heard something tinkle and splash down into the bowl beneath him. He was pretty sure he knew what that meant!

Mrs. Rogers clapped her hooves in applause! “Well done, Soarin! Oh, you’re getting to be such a big boy!” She couldn’t help but wipe a tear that had come into her eyes. “If only your father were here to see this, I know he’d be very proud of you.”

Soarin simply waved a hoof even while he felt tempted to puff out his chest. “It was nothing, Mom. I did it for the pie, you always make the best pies!” He then flew down as he said to High Winds. “See, cousin? It’s really quite simple once you get the hang of it. You just close your eyes and imagine you’re on a long fly, then you just let everything out.”

Mrs. Rogers nodded as she pulled some rolls of toilet paper off a nearby rack, using them to wipe her son’s rump. “Indeed, that trick has worked wonders for Soarin. Ever since I taught him it, he’s had no trouble at all whenever he has to go,” She then looked to High Winds. “Do you still wanna stick to your potty, or are you feeling brave enough to try your luck with the big one like Soarin just did?”

Furious and jealous all over again at being once more upstaged in the potty training department by Soarin, High Winds decided that the time had come for her to stop taking baby steps. If she was ever going to get ahead of Soarin, she would need to be bold and prove that she could do everything he could and do it better. “Yeah, I’m ready!” She proclaimed!

“Okay then, just give me a moment while I flush the toilet,” Mrs. Rogers declared as the pegasus mare promptly put the used toilet paper rolls in the toilet bowl and then pressed down a silver colored handle. A mighty roar reached the ears of both foals as the flush cycle began, but it faded after just a few seconds as Mrs. Rogers took her hoof off the handle and washed her hooves. “Alright, everything’s all set for you, High Winds.”

“Come on, cousin!” Soarin sincerely encouraged! “I know you can do it!”

Compared to her younger cousin, the filly had little difficulty getting into the proper position on the seat. So she sat there, and sat there, and sat there and sat there some more. But it seemed like nothing would come out, much to her annoyance and frustration. Soarin had made it look so easy, why was it not the case for her?

Eventually, Mrs. Rogers proclaimed. “It’s okay if you don’t have to go, High Winds. It’s not good to try to force it. You can always try again later.”

“But… but…” High Winds tried to protest, to little avail as she was lifted off the seat by the older pegasus and placed back on the cloud floor.

Putting a hoof around his cousin, Soarin said with sincere sympathy. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with not having to go when you think you do. Even I sometimes have that experience. I’m sure you’ll get into pull-ups soon enough, my mom’s pretty easy to impress.”

“Everypony learns at their own pace,” Mrs. Rogers encouraged. “No good ever comes from rushing it. That’s why I held off on training Soarin until I knew for sure he was ready. Maybe your parents thought it would be good if you started earlier, but I think they would’ve been perfectly fine with holding off until now.”

“But… but I…” High Winds stammered but still couldn’t find the words she wanted to say.

Mrs. Rogers just smiled. “It’s okay. You can still have a piece of my apple pie. What matters most is that you tried. And I don’t mind changing you if you do have an accident. Better for you to do it in your diaper than on my nice clean floors.”

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“So unless you want everypony to know who took longer to get out of their pampers,” Soarin warned High Winds as the flashback ended. “Don’t say a word about what happened with the Dizzitron. Or maybe I’ll subject you to it on its highest setting. Quite a few recruits have suffered accidents at such high speeds, and I think they’d feel a little less bad about it if they saw that even we Wonderbolts sometimes have the same.”

High Winds gulped and stepped back! “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Normally I wouldn’t,” Soarin admitted as he began to trot towards the mess hall. “But I’m not in a good mood right now, and you know why. So don’t make it worse than it has to be, Junior Wonderbolt.”

Reluctantly, High Winds nodded. “Okay, fine, my lips are sealed.”

Soarin nodded back to his cousin. “See that they stay that way. I’d hate to see your carefully crafted reputation go up in smoke. And I can only imagine the kind of embarrassing nicknames the other Wonderbolts would give you if they saw you in diapers,” And he ominously added. “We do have some in case of emergencies, after all. Spitfire’s shown me where they’re kept. Being co-captain of the Wonderbolts has its benefits.”

“Soarin, I swear to Celestia-” High Winds began.

The pegasus stallion just grinned and giggled. “Oh relax, learn how to take a joke. Even I wouldn’t go that far.”