A Diamond's Revenge (Spoiled Rich)
Diamond Tiara read over the book once again. It was a self entitled guide to hypnosis. It all sounded so simple, she’d even managed to find an old pocket watch that her mother had wanted to throw out. But could she be certain that it would actually work on the pony she intended it to work on, her own mother?
Diamond began thinking back to what had led her to this unusual idea. Ever since turning over a new leaf she’d wanted a way to get back at her mother for all the years of mistreatment, all the years of taught how to act and who to befriend. She wanted a way to embarrass her mother as to settle the score. And a passing suggestion from Silver Spoon about hypnosis had gotten the rich filly thinking.
The book’s instructions were quite simple, command the intended victim to watch the watch and then implant whatever command or commands you wanted once they were in a trance. But the filly had never practiced it in the home and had never tried to do so out of the house. She wanted no one to know about this in case it backfired.
Suddenly, the loud slamming of the front gate signaled the return of Spoiled Rich from another one of her spa trips (she’d been embarking on a lot of them as of late, particularly since being “let go” from the school board). Tiara fought back a gulp. “Well, no time like the present!” She thought to herself as she closed the book and clutched the old, gold watch.
It didn’t take long for Spoiled Rich to run into her daughter, and her narrowed eyes and lowered muzzle made it clear that she wasn’t in a good mood. “Diamond Dazzle Tiara, what are you doing here? I thought you would be hanging out with those…” Spoiled shuddered and grimaced. “Crusaders.” She delivered the line with malice and venom.
“I was but they were all busy,” Diamond answered while trying not to look intimidated. “Besides, I wanted to show you something.”
Spoiled snorted. “Whatever it is, make it quick. I was just on my way to freshen up in the lavatory. Just my luck that the spa would have every treatment booked solid.”
“Well, I know of a way that’ll make you feel a lot better.” Tiara replied, appearing to grin ever so faintly as she pulled out a gold pocket watch that had seen better days.
The rich mare grumbled. “Diamond Tiara, where did you find that? I thought I threw that old bit of rubbish away.”
“You’d throw away a watch like this? It’s a one in a million kind of watch,” Diamond commented and then cleared her throat. “Besides, I needed it for the little trick I want to show you.”
Spoiled frowned. “Oh, you mean like that amateur magician who hangs around that former student of Princess Twilight’s all the time? Please tell me you’re not actually thinking of becoming like her.”
The pink coated filly shook her head. “No, Mother. This is a trick I learned myself, it’s a really good one,” She began to swing the watch back and forth in front of her mother’s strong opal colored eyes. “Watch the watch.”
Spoiled Rich didn’t want to, but something drew her to the watch’s swinging motion as it went back and forth in rhythm, timed to the ticking of a nearby clock.
“You’re growing sleepy, very sleepy.” Tiara declared.
Spoiled replied in a trance like tone. “So sleepy.” It seemed that the watch was working to perfection.
With a satisfied smile, Diamond looked at her mother as she stood there in a daze. “You will do as I command.” She instructed.
“Yes, master.” The rich mare answered even as she didn’t budge.
The pink coated filly just barely resisted the urge to rub her hooves together. Now she could implement whatever command she wanted, and her mother would be none the wiser. As it just so happened, at that very moment a rather devious idea came to her mind. It seemed the perfect way to get her revenge. “Okay, Mother,” She spoke slowly while continuing to wave the watch back and forth. “From now on, you’ll forget how to use a toilet. Whenever you have to go to the bathroom, you won’t think to use a toilet, it’ll be a strange and unfamiliar concept to you. You’ll instead look for some other way to take care of your…” She coughed into a hoof. “Business. And you’ll think that you’ve always done it that way.”
Spoiled responded with a nod. “Yes, master. I will obey.”
“Good!” Diamond giddly exclaimed! “Now, when I clap my hooves together you’ll snap out of your trance and won’t remember any of this.” She did just that a few seconds later.
Spoiled Rich immediately shook her head as her daughter put the old pocket watch away. “Wait, I thought you were going to show me your trick, Diamond Tiara?”
“I already did, Mother,” Tiara answered while trying not to giggle. “Don’t tell you’ve already forgotten.”
Spoiled snorted. “I haven’t forgotten! And I have half a mind to…” But she trailed off before she could complete that sentence, because at that moment a more pressing need began to occupy her every thought. She shifted and crossed her legs.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” Diamond innocently asked.
“N-nothing!” Spoiled stammered and blushed while waddling away. “I have to… er… use the little filly’s room as it were. You know, to powder my muzzle.”
The rich mare promptly trotted away, heading to the bathroom in order to take care of this emergency call from nature. How careless of her to have neglected it for so long.
However, upon entering the bathroom the rich mare froze all of a sudden. “Wait a minute! What am I doing here?” She thought out loud, promptly turning her attention to the strange, porcelain contraption that looked like it resembled some kind of throne. “What in the name of Celestia is that… thing?!”
From the other side of the bathroom door, a familiar voice called out. “Hun, is everythin’ okay in there?”
Spoiled gulped! She didn’t want to admit to her husband that she didn’t know what a bathroom was for besides bathing. She swore she had the faintest idea and it all involved that unidentifiable bowl shaped object that was staring right at her. But it looked foreign, she didn’t even know what it was called. “Er, yes, everything’s just fine,” She nervously answered and trotted back out. “I’ll just… be out back if you need me!”
Filthy Rich blinked in surprise as he saw his wife dash past her, out of the bathroom and around to the garden out back. He followed her close behind, suspecting that something was up.
Once out in the garden, Spoiled rushed for the privacy of a nearby bush. After quickly darting around to make sure nopony was looking, she stopped in place and lifted her tail. It felt so strange to be answering nature’s call in nature itself, but it was all she knew how to do. Besides, it was good for the soil. And as long as she was doing it in the privacy of her own home there was no harm to it, right?
Well the only downside was that there was nothing with which to clean herself off, aside from some leaves and the garden hose. Spoiled made a mental note to herself to improvise some better way of cleaning up after doing her “business”, a way that would be far more dignified (and hopefully civilized).
But Filthy Rich had seen everything, and he was not amused. To see his wife resort to using nature as a bathroom even though they had perfectly functionable indoor plumbing was shameful. And if the tabloids found out about it they would surely have a field day.
So he did the only thing he could, and confronted his wife about her little bathroom dilemma. “Hun,” He called as he approached her with a narrowed gaze and a quirked brow. “Is there somethin’ you’re not tellin’ me about our bathroom? Did the drains get clogged up again?”
“What?! No!” Spoiled defensively replied as she jumped backwards a bit. “Everything works just fine.”
“Really?” Filthy commented as he trotted forward. “Then how come I saw you go to the bathroom out in our garden instead of usin’ the lavatory? You know it’s there for a reason, we are civilized ponies. Even the Apples at least have an outhouse in the orchard. And last I checked we don’t live on a farm.”
Spoiled tried to fight back a gulp. “S-so what?” She nervously answered even as her legs shook. “Maybe I just thought the flowers in our garden could use a bit of natural fertilizer so they would grow up big and strong. Or maybe I didn’t want to stink up the lavatory before you were going to go into it? You always talk about how much of a stink bomb I am.”
Filthy only shook his head. “Hun, there ain’t no reason why you did what you just did. No reason at all. Just yesterday you had no problem usin’ the lavatory. And now suddenly you seem to be avoidin’ it. What’s gotten into you? Is there somethin’ wrong with you? Am I gonna have to start puttin’ you in diapers so I can be assured you won’t make a mess on our floors?”
The rich mare gasped! “No, please! Anything but diapers! If I have to wear them our little Diamond will surely mock me to no end!”
Filthy sternly told his wife. “Then you gotta stop doin’ what you just did. You’re a big pony, Spoiled. And you and I both know that big ponies don’t fertilize the soil when they have to go. They use a toilet like all civilized ponies do.”
Now Spoiled couldn’t help but gulp, and blush too for that matter. “But that’s the problem, Filthy, darling,” She nervously confessed. “I… don’t know how to.”
“Don’t know how to what?” Filthy questioned even though he had a good feeling he knew the answer.
“How to use a toilet, whatever it is,” Spoiled confessed in a sheepish tone. “It seems like somehow that knowledge has left me. I feel like I’m supposed to do something with it, but I don’t know what. I don’t even know what it looks like.”
The rich stallion just sighed and groaned. “Then it looks like I’m gonna have to teach you how to use it all over again, Spoiled. ‘Cause it’s either that, or I start diaperin’ you for the sake of our carpets. I can’t risk any accidents. You know the hired help works hard enough as it is.”
“A-alright,” Spoiled commented. “But uh… I already went. I don’t think I have to go again so soon.”
“I know, dear,” Filthy reluctantly responded. “So for right now, just go do whatever it is you normally do. But the moment you think you have to go again you come and get me. Don’t even think about tryin’ to sneak outside to do your business again, ‘cause I’ll know. And if you do, it’s diapers twenty four/seven until we get you toilet trained again. No exceptions!”
So the rich mare with an upturned snout reluctantly trotted away, tending to her own devices for a time. She tried her best to take her mind off this sudden dilemma that had stricken her, especially because she didn’t want to risk anypony else finding out. Bad enough her husband had found out.
After about an hour or so, Spoiled grew hungry and prepared herself a small lunch. Nothing really fancy, just a salad and dressing. At least she still knew how to prepare her own food and how to eat.
Of course what goes in must inevitably come out. So after about half an hour or so Spoiled felt her stomach start to gurgle, and not because she was hungry. Her bowels were starting to send off signals indicating their need to empty. Reluctantly, the rich mare went to find her husband, relieved that she still had the self control part of the “training” down pat.
“So, you gotta go, huh?” Filthy asked his wife, who gave a sheepish nod in response. “Well okay then, time to teach you how to use a toilet again.”
Stallion and wife made their way to the bathroom, Filthy shutting the door behind the two of them for maximum privacy. “Alright, the toilet is right over there.” He gestured a hoof to that porcelain contraption that Spoiled had been puzzled by earlier.
Spoiled Rich eyed the “toilet” with suspicion. “Exactly how do I use it? It seems rather small compared to me.”
Filthy Rich snickered. “That ain’t what our little Diamond used to think, she used to think it was some kind of huge monster that would gobble her up.”
Spoiled gulped. “That’s not true, right? It can’t eat me, can it?”
Filthy shook his head. “It sure as hay can’t, ain’t ever heard of a toilet that could eat a pony. And before you ask, no, you can’t go down the drain either! You’re not two, you know better,” He then cleared his throat as he took his wife by the hoof and led her to the toilet. “Now, all you gotta do is sit down on the seat and then you just do what you have to do.”
Spoiled reluctantly sat down on the curved seat after her husband lifted up the lid over the bowl. As she sat down she eyed a silver handle shaped device off to her right. “What is that? And does it have something to do with all the water below?”
Filthy Rich nodded his head. “That’s the handle. When you’re all done, you push that down to flush the toilet. I’ll show you how it works after you’ve done your business, though. I remember flushin’ was always the scariest part for our little Diamond. ‘Course, I knew better and so did you, but I reckon the toilet works just fine so there’s no need for a courtesy flush.”
“So I just sit here until I… go?” Spoiled questioned her husband. “Seems rather boring to me.”
“Yes, I know it’s borin’, but it’s somethin’ ya gotta do if ya wanna be a big pony,” Filthy told his wife. “Just relax, I’m right here and I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Though if you’d like, I can get you some newspapers or magazines to read. I find it helps if I’ve got somethin’ to pass the time.”
But Spoiled’s strong opal eyes fell upon a stack of magazines near the toilet, resting beside a roll of some kind of paper (for cleaning up, she assumed). She carefully bent down to retrieve a magazine from the top of said stack. “Not to worry, darling, I came prepared!” She declared, trying to project confidence despite how unsure she was.
Filthy stood a ways away from the toilet with his head turned, though he occasionally turned it back to face his wife. He really seemed intent on playing up the “toilet training”, treating the whole ordeal as if his wife were a toddler even though she clearly wasn’t.
Spoiled, for her part, just tried to focus on her magazines. Anything to take her mind off of how unnatural this all felt, it took all the will power she had not to get up from the seat and make a run for the bathroom door.
At last, Spoiled thought she heard a series of plops and splashes. And a strong, familiar stench began to reach her nostrils. “I… believe I’m done.” She told her husband.
Filthy trotted over for an inspection, and beamed with pride when he got close to the toilet! “Well darn tootin’, Spoiled! You did it! You used the toilet!” He patted her on the head with a hoof. “See? Now was that so hard?”
“N-no, it wasn’t. Thank you for… teaching me.” Spoiled Rich reluctantly thanked her husband. Being dependent on somepony else to achieve something was a strange and alien concept to her.
“Well, you’re not quite done yet,” Filthy Rich instructed as he helped his wife up. “Now you gotta wipe yourself, and then you can flush,” He promptly pulled some of the paper substance off the nearby roll. “Here,” He offered the substance to his wife. “This is toilet paper. Whenever you’re done usin’ the toilet you gotta make sure to use this to wipe yourself up. Just dump the rolls into the bowl when you’re done.”
The rich mare obeyed, she used several rolls to make sure her rump was spotless. Then after dumping the rolls into the toilet bowl she turned to the handle. “So now I get to flush, right?” She asked her husband, who nodded in encouragement.
Carefully putting a hoof on the handle, Spoiled pressed it down as her strong, opal eyes were inexplicably drawn to the toilet bowl. “Fwoosh!” The toilet suddenly roared, catching the rich mare by surprise! Even more surprising was how the water in the bowl started to take on a whirlpool like appearance! It spun around, sweeping up everything in it! Then the dizzy whirlpool retreated down the hole at the bottom, sucking everything down with it! The water soon refilled, now sparkling clean and without any trace of what had been in it earlier.
Spoiled took her hoof off the handle as her husband put the lid of the toilet back down. “Now you gotta wash your hooves, dear. It’s the proper thing to do,” Filthy instructed. “And then you just repeat the whole process from start to finish whenever you have to go. Simple as that.”
“So, does that mean you won’t diaper me?” Spoiled hopefully asked.
“Long as you make sure to keep usin’ the toilet like big ponies do, yes.” The rich stallion nodded his head.
Progress was slowly made for Spoiled Rich, who gradually came around to using the toilet with no hesitation every time she had to use the bathroom. Eventually there was no trace of her earlier uncertainty, it was as if it had magically left her. A good thing too because she most certainly did not want to be treated like a foal.
But did this set back discourage Diamond Tiara? Not even for a second. So maybe she hadn’t permanently scared her mother away from the bathroom, and maybe she hadn’t been able to inflict much embarrassment on the mare just yet. But she still had the watch, and she had started to read up on other methods of hypnosis, ones that were likely to have more permanent results.
So one night, about a month after the first hypnosis session, the pink coated filly carefully crept into her parents’ bedroom when both were sound asleep. She trotted over to her mother’s side of the bed and began to whisper into the rich mare’s ear. “Okay, Mother. From now on, whenever ponies say your full name in public you will revert back to not knowing about toilets. You will think that you are little Spoiley and that the toilet is a scary monster that’s going to eat you. You will not snap out of it until after you’ve done your business.”
Then Tiara went over to her father’s side of the bed and whispered into his ear. “Whenever little Spoiley shows up and is afraid of the toilet, you shall become her caretaker. You will lead her away to do her business elsewhere, and will buy her a training potty that she will do her business in if she can make it in time. Only after you have emptied out the training potty and cleaned little Spoiley up will you revert back to normal.”
It wasn’t long before she saw results. The very next day, her parents acted exactly as commanded when, during a garden party one of the patrons happened to say Spoiled’s full name. Filthy had to bust out his daughter’s old training potty so that little Spoiley would have something akin to privacy. Both he and his wife were completely speechless and embarrassed at such a display, but neither knew what had caused it.
Diamond just grinned, observing the whole thing. “That’s what you get for acting like a high horse and treating me so miserably all my life, Mother.” She thought to herself while silently debating whether or not she should maybe eventually undo it, even just for a little while.
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Thanks again for writing this.
It was hilarious, and well deserved on Spoiled's end.
...I actually have a second suggestion involving hypnosis if I could send it
10087104 Sure, go ahead and send it. Any ideas are worth considering.
I can definitely understand Diamond tiara seeking a little revenge for years of being molded into some pony she really wasn't. The idea of hypnosis works great as it gives DT a degree of 'magic' to work that will be useful later if she ever needs things to go more favorably for her. :)
<LoL!> Filthy took well to 'correcting the problem'. It would be interesting to see if either he, or Spoiled, ever catch on that some pony is messing with them? Maybe these sort of actions by Diamond would better humble the pair?